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Last week one of my clients had a VIP preview night for a new lounge-like place they were opening.  I pretty much came up with a unique campaign idea the used unique marketing strategies – a cool Web site, t-shirts, a huge banner, cards to pass out around town, etc.  It was a really fun project to work on.

Since my client is about 2 hours from Atlanta  and the VIP night went until 9 p.m., I was able to stay the night in their hotel so I wouldn’t get back to Atlanta after midnight – that was super nice of them.  I got to the hotel about 45 minutes before the event started Thursday afternoon,  so I decided to check in and freshen up before meeting with my clients.

As I got my key and headed into the elevator, I noticed that I was on the top floor of the hotel.  I thought that was pretty cool because I expected to just be somewhere on one of the lower floors.  Imagine my surprise when I unlocked the door and walked in to a suite (sweet!).  My jaw nearly hit the floor.

The hotel underwent a major renovation last year (which I also helped promote), so everything is less than a year old and very modern.  As I walked in, I glanced to the right.  There was an additional bathroom and vanity area.  I had a giant bathroom in my room, which had a huge tub and separate shower.  Then I headed further into the room and ended up in the living room, which had a huge leather couch and chair and a wet bar.  On the table there was an array of dark chocolate candy bars, a plate with a baguette and cheeses, and an ice bucket filled with Diet Dr. Pepper.  Apparently someone had called my office to find out what kind of chocolate and drinks I liked so they could put them into my room.   I found out later from one of the girls on the sales team that they don’t even have Dr. Pepper there, so someone went out and bought it especially for me.  Next to all of that was a thank you note thanking me for all of my hard work.

The whole thing brought tears to my eyes because it was just so sweet.  They often thank me and tell me that I am doing a great job, which is wonderful in my book.  The fact that they went above and beyond really touched me.  It’s my job to inform the public about them, whether I get special treatment or not.  It was such a shock to know that they arranged everything just to show me how much they appreciate my hard work.  Not everyone is as lucky as me to have such cool clients!


On another note, we leave for Germany in 16 days.  I. Can’t. Wait.

In preparation for my trip, I did some online shopping.  Since the weather in Bavaria can be a little freaky in September (70s in the day, 30s-40s at night, a decent amount of wind and rain), I figured I should buy myself a nice waterproof jacket.  I found a really cute North Face one at a decent price.  The best thing about it is that it has a fleece liner that I can zip out and wear alone or use inside the jacket if it’s colder.  So I basically ended up with 3 jackets for the price of one – yay!

jacketI really like the color of it!

I also just went on a mini Old Navy shopping spree.  I figured that I should stock up on a few long and mid-arm sleeved shirts to wear on those cooler fall days.  I just hope everything fits…


Ok guys, last night was rough!  I suffered through some torture and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to sleep things were that sketchy.  You may know that I am not a fan of bugs, specifically roaches.  Well, last night I got the roach-related scare of my life.

Since I haven’t been sleeping well lately, T and I decided to head upstairs to lay in bed and watch TV around 10.  That way we would both be comfortable, and we could roll over and go right to sleep when the show was over.  We were just hanging out and relaxing, watching Dinner Impossible.

At one point, T decided to head downstairs to get a glass of water.  I’d been propped up awkwardly and sat up to readjust my pillows, when I saw the biggest and sketchiest looking roach crawling on the ceiling, maybe only a foot or so away from the bed.  I freaked the fuck out!

I started yelling to T to come and kill it before it came after me.  It was having a hard time climbing on the ceiling since it’s popcorn-y, so it fell.  Then I panicked.  I was literally backed into a corner because that asshole was blocking the door (well not really, but it seemed that way).  The thing that freaked me out the most was that when it fell, it opened it’s wings and gently fluttered to the ground.  The crawling ones are bad enough, but the flying ones are double scary.

Finally T came running up the stairs because I was screaming like a lunatic.  Guys, it was fucking HUGE and that scary.  He grabbed our little metal trashcan and put it on top of it, but to my horror, it wouldn’t die!  He smooshed the crap out of it, and every time he lifted the can, it crawled away…fairly quickly.  It wasn’t even phased that he was smashing it with a trash can.

I think after a couple of terrifying minutes, T was able to eliminate it.  As I was sitting on the bed, curled into a ball and twitching with horror, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.  Yup, Roach #1’s buddy was climbing on the wall by our bathroom.  I started screaming again and T came running.  I pointed at Roach #2 with a shaky finger, jumped off the bed and hauled ass down the stairs.

I almost had a heart attack when I reached the landing.  Crawling around on the living room floor was flying Roach #3.  I started screaming all over again.  Luckily the furbabies were right there, and Fado was on a mission to seek and destroy.  He clawed and batted at it until T could get down there to kill it.  I sat huddled in a ball on the stairs like a coward, trying not to cry at the invasion of our house.

Eventually I headed back upstairs and sat on the bed, waiting for T to return.  He was cleaning up the remnants of #3 downstairs.  As he walked into the guest room to clean up #1, he noticed that it wasn’t in the same spot he’d left it in.  That fucker wasn’t dead after all!  This began round 2 of crushing the roach with the trash can until it finally died.

By this point, I was completely traumatized.  We are not dirty people, hell we’d just spent time cleaning the bathrooms and the kitchen.  I just don’t know where they keep coming from.  I mean, living in the south in an old house, you expect them.  Every once in a while, I will find a dead one on its back (thankfully the cats like to attack them).  But I have never, in the entire time we’ve been there, seen 3 live ones INSIDE.  Two of which were in our room…shudder.

The only thing can think of is that because it was raining really hard outside, they must have come inside to escape the water.  I’m assuming they come in through the air vents, though I’m not really sure.  But they really just appear out of nowhere sometimes.  I also know that they can squeeze through tiny cracks in between doors and windows, so maybe that’s how they get in.  Maybe it’s time for a monthly pest control service…

Today has started out kind of meh.  Well, it began last night.  I tried to go to bed around 11:30 because I was super tired.  I got ready and laid in bed to watch TV.  I drifted off to sleep.  Then I woke up when T came in to get ready for bed.  Since he’d gone to the gym, he had to take a shower first.

He finally crawled into bed, and I began to doze back off.  All of a sudden he popped up and got out of bed.  Naturally, this woke me up…again.  I asked him what he was doing, and he said he heard the cats shredding something in the guest room.  He went to investigate and found Fado rifling through some papers, trying to shred them.  He pried them free, removed Fado, and climbed back into bed.  By this time, it was around 12:20.  So much for my early night.

Around 3:00-something, I woke up because Zoey was sniffing my face.  I’m not sure what her deal is, but she likes to hop onto the bed, right by my pillow, and sniff or meow at me.  At this point she was just sitting and sniffing, so I rolled over and went back to sleep.

Fast forward to about 6:30, an hour before my alarm is set to go off.   Zoey returned to her spot by my face.  This time she was meowing up a storm.  She won’t just sit or lay there, she tries to climb onto my nightstand to bat things off.  Or she pretends she’s a gymnast, and tries to get her fat ass onto our very skinny headboard and walk across it.  This results in her sometimes falling onto your head or pillow.  Let me tell you, it’s awesome when she does that!

Naturally, I pushed her off so I could go back to sleep.  Well, she came back for a third time.  This meant war.  I scooped her little fat self up and deposited her into the hallway.  I think she stood there scratching at the door for a few minutes then left.  I happily drifted back into dreamland.  About 5 minutes later, Fado started getting restless – the commotion Zoey caused woke him up.  So he started howling, beating at the blinds, just being his annoying self.  I made T get up and dump Fado into the hallway as well.

Of course by the time my alarm went off, I felt like crap.  I dragged my lethargic ass out of bed and crawled into the shower, hoping it would help me feel more alert.  I had to shave, so I grabbed my shaving cream and sprayed it into my hand.  All of a sudden, the foam exploded out of my hand. 

What the fuck? I was so confused and couldn’t figure out what happened.  I shook the can a little and sprayed again.  This time something super cold and steamy came out.  I jerked my hand away and held it under the hot water.  Then it finally hit me – I’m not a morning person so I’m a little slow sometimes – I had just sprayed my hand with CO2 from inside the shaving cream can.  And it was cold and stung.  I don’t know what happened, and why the shaving cream wasn’t coming out, but it was stange.  I sprayed a few more times (not at my hand) until I thought it was better, then tried again.  That time shaving cream came out, but it was really fluffy looking (instead of gel-like).  Luckily, the rest of my shower was uneventful.

Once I was done, I dried off and stepped out of the shower…and almost died. My right foot was partially on our little bathroom rug and partially on the tile floor and my left foot was still in the tub, and I started to slip.  Luckily I caught myself on the towel bar, but I banged the shit out of my left shin bone on the side of the tub.  I know it’s going to be a huge welty bruise, because it hurt standing up while I was getting ready.

All I want is a full night’s sleep, not to get burned from CO2 in my shaving cream can, and not to nearly break my leg getting out of the shower.  Is that too much to ask?!?

To make me feel better, feel free to share your clumsy stories so I don’t feel like the only Bambi on new legs.

Thanks to all of you for the anniversary wishes!  You are all too sweet! 🙂

We did a lot of this because we had just walked down the aisle!




Dear T,

One year ago today we were filled with butterflies and excitement as we prepared to walk down the aisle to become a family.  We laughed, we cried, and we had the biggest night of our lives so far.

I can’t believe all of that happened one year ago.  It seems like this year went by so fast.  I feel like it was only yesterday that were getting engaged, and now we’ve been Mr. and Mrs. for a year.

We’ve had our good times and some bad.  You push my buttons like no one else can, but I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone but you.  Here’s to many more years of being Mr. and Mrs. M.

Love you babe!

P.S. – We really need to do that wedding album and stop procrastinating! 🙂

Last night I was on my way home from work and I was listening to the radio.  Someone had called in and won something (by the way, which never happens to me) and she was talking about how banana flavored things were her favorite treats.  I had to hold back a gag.  To me, banana flavored things are nasty.  I like real bananas and banana bread, but artificial banana is just rank, in my opinion anyway.

That got me thinking about how we all prefer different tastes.  What’s delicious to one person is completely disgusting to another. I have 2 other major flavor dislikes that I feel most people enjoy – artificial grape and watermelon.  I really like both fruits in their real forms, but grape/watermelon candy has never been at the top of my list.  I think it’s much too sweet and it grosses me out.  I avoided grape Kool-Aid (Oh yeah, oh yeah…oh no, naughty, naughty Kool Aid – best Dane Cook skit eva!) and soda like the plague.  I still to this day don’t understand how people drink that stuff.  It reminds me of Dimetapp.

I also have never liked root beer.  It tastes kind of like medicine to me.  I’ve always tried to give it a chance, but I am not a fan.  Candy, sodas, floats – ack.  Sometimes I wonder if growing up in Germany until I was 7 has something to do with my dislike of fairly popular American flavors.  Who knows…

Growing up in Germany did not give me the taste for black licorice though.  I can’t eat the candies.  My mom can down a whole bag in one sitting.   I can suffer through some licorice flavored alcohols though – ouzo, grappa, pastis – even though they aren’t my favorite.  When I studied abroad in south France, everyone loved pastis.  It was common to drink it before a meal.  I tried it once and was not a fan.  However I will drink it after a meal if I am super full.

I do love all things tangy and fruity – cherry, strawberry, raspberry, pomegranate, orange (anything citrus really).  I guess my preference leans towards something that is sweet and sour, because it offers a happy medium.  T loves all things lemon and lime, which I also don’t mind, but I prefer things a little less sour.

What are some of the flavors you absolutely can’t stand?  What are some that you consider favorites?

Random side note – My home laptop has blue-screened of death (sad, I know)T and I are considering getting a Mac.  Now that he has a new job, he doesn’t have a company computer anymore, so we’d been sharing my laptop.  But if we get a new one, I know we’ll each want to play on it non-stop…If it’s not super expensive, I definitely think we should each get one.  Here’s the thing, which one is better – the regular MacBook or the MacBook Pro?  Any feed back you have would be helpful.  Thanks!

For you viewing enjoyment, Dane Cook’s Kool-Aid skit (start at 1:10 for the Kool-Aid part only)

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It’s that time again, where you share a little bit too much about yourself with thousands of strangers.  To read about everyone else’s horror stories, go to LiLu’s TMI Thursday page:)

I’ve always thought this was a hilarious story when I first heard it.  Thankfully it doesn’t involve me…

During her junior of college, Little S went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras with some friends.  They weren’t actually there for Fat Tuesday but the weekend before.  Of course it didn’t matter that it wasn’t the actually holiday; the city was packed.

They weren’t staying in New Orleans but in Baton Rouge.  They all got up early Saturday morning to catch a shuttle bus to take them to the festivities.  They arrived a little before noon, and they “laissent les bons temps roule.”

They walked around Bourbon Street, having drinks, throwing beads, watching parades, just having a good time.  At some point they stopped for lunch, but weren’t able to stay too long because their group was so big and there wasn’t much room.

Fast forward to early evening and everyone was pretty tipsy.  They had been drinking and walking around all day, and they didn’t get much sleep the night before.  As the evening progressed, the streets got more and more crowded.

At one point, one of Little S’s guy friends (we’ll call him Mac) had to pee really, really bad.  The lines at the bars were super long, and he wouldn’t have made it if he had to wait.  He didn’t want to pee in the street and risk getting in trouble.  At some point someone suggested that he go into a souvenir shop and buy something and then he could go to the bathroom.  He liked the idea, so he ran into the nearest cheesy gift shop.

Mac bought the first thing he saw – a pair of cheapo sunglasses for $10.  He went to the counter and paid.  As he turned to leave, he asked the cashier if he could use the restroom.  She glared over the top of her glasses at him and snapped, “NO!  It’s for employees only!”  Mac was desperate, so he pleaded with the lady.  She still said no and sent him on his way.

By this point, it was getting hard for Mac to walk – not only was he buzzing, he had to piss like a racehorse.  He was on one side of the store and had to go clear across it to make it to the door. As he made his way to the door, very slowly, he saw one of his friends standing down an aisle full of tacky purses.  You know the ones…with the old Hollywood glamour photos on them, sequins and fake crystals?

His friend is standing there making fun of the purses when Mac finally staggered over.  The friend saw him and knew that he hadn’t been to the restroom.  She took a deep breath, looked at him, and with total sincerity told him “Why don’t you just pee in the corner over there?  No one will see you, and I’ll stand cover.”

So Mac did what any desperate person in his situation would do – he unzipped and let it flow.  Well, at this point Mac was a little pissed (haha) off at the rude cashier, so he began to aim his stream towards the wall of tacky purses.

One poor purse bore the brunt of his anger.  A Marilyn Monroe purse that happened to be at the front of the rack.  He peed like Jimmy Dugan in A League of Their Own and that was the day the poor Marilyn got her very own golden shower.


I always wondered what happened to that purse and to the person who may have eventually bought it…

I’m not really in a bad mood or anything, but I do feel a little PMS-y, which is making me focus on the negative a little more.  As I’m sitting here trying to keep my mind focused on work, I notice that I am hovering over some of my pet peeves.  In order to help me re-focus, I figure I would share some of them with you.  I warn you, some of them may be better for TMIT, but none of them are horribly bad.

People who don’t wash their hands after using the bathroom. This grosses me out beyond belief and is so unsanitary.  I remember the last time I willingly skipped washing my hands was when I was a little kid, about 5-6 years old.  I’d used the bathroom, then plopped down at the table to eat lunch.  I grabbed my sandwich off my plate and started eating.  My mom asked if I’d washed my hands, and I said no.  Then she told me how gross it was to not wash your hands and how you could spread germs by doing that.  After that moment, I’ve never willingly not washed my hands.  If there is no running water and I’m outside somewhere, I’ll pour water from a bottle or get some ice from a cooler.  As a last resort, I will use hand sanitizer (but in my book that is still not as good as using soap and water).  There are some people in my office who don’t wash their hands – sometimes they use hand sanitizer and sometimes they don’t.  How do you know, you ask?  Well, my office is next to the bathroom.  I can hear the faucet turn off and on (as well as the toilet flushing and the door opening way too quickly after the flush to allow significant time to hand sanitize), and it doesn’t always do that…shudder!

People who sprinkle when they tinkle. I know there are some people who have an irrational fear of letting their bum touch a public toilet seat, but that doesn’t give them a right to pee all over it.  I can understand if you are in a bar and you have to use the world’s (or in the case of the movie Trainspotting, Scotland’s) dirtiest toilet, and you are terrified to get your tush anywhere near it.  But it most cases, public toilets aren’t that funky.  They end up getting funky because people Number One all over them and on the floor, which begins the vicious cycle of no one being able to sit on it any longer.  At least if you are going to hover, wipe up if you miss.  There is nothing grosser than being in a restaurant where the toilet seat is peed on – the people who work there are the ones who have to clean it up and then bring you your food.  Think about that the next time your aim is a little off.   

People who don’t know when to use I/me. I know when we were younger we were taught to use “I” instead of “me,” but that rule doesn’t apply to every situation in life.  There are times when it is OK to say me.  The place I see this error more than anywhere else is on Facebook.  People will post pictures of their friends and say “This is Jane and I at the park.”  Actually, it’s Jane and me at the park.   You wouldn’t say, “This is a photo of I at the park,” you’d say “This is a photo of me at the park.”  The best way to figure out if you should use “I” or “me” is to split out the additional person/people in the sentence and say the part about yourself alone.  That will let you know if it should be “I” or “me.”  For example…Little S and I went to the store – I went to the store.  Little S gave a card to T and me – Little S gave a card to me.  It drives me batshit insane when people get this wrong!

Over-indulgent parents. There is nothing worse than watching overly indulgent parents.  Not that I am an expert, but I think my parents did a good job raising Little S and me (see, use me instead of I).  We didn’t get everything we wanted demanded growing up.  If we had 10 things we wanted for Christmas, our parents would choose a few key items to get us.  The rest we’d have to buy on our own or wait till another holiday to receive.  I had friends who’d get every item on their list and them some, and they were so bratty.  They expected to get whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted because their parents always let them have their way.  I remember there were a few times during my school years when I ended up in classes with none of my friends.  I was miserable and cried to my parents, asking them to call the school and move me.  They never did.  They told me it was a learning experience and that in the real world if you didn’t like something that was dealt to you, you couldn’t call and complain to someone to fix it.  You have to suck it up.

Back in the day, I thought it was harsh.  Now I know it helped build my character.  I know of some parents nowadays who would go into the school and raise hell to get their kid moved into a different class.  And I find that sad.  Your kid is no more special than another kid.  Why should he/she deserved to get moved because they don’t like their class?  Moving them doesn’t teach them how to make the best out of a less than stellar situation.  It shows them by bitching and moaning you may eventually get your way.

I also can’t stand it when parents have kids who misbehave in public.  At a restaurant, kids should not have free reign to run all over the place while the parents sit around gossiping and not paying attention.  If they come into an office, they need to know it’s not a playground, and they shouldn’t be running or screaming like they are outside.  If they do act up, punishment needs to be given.  A time out, a spanking, whatever works to make them behave.  Telling them “no” halfheartedly and not making sure they listen to you does not teach any kind of discipline.  If I acted like that when I was little, I would have gotten spanked or put in time out.  It would also not have been a repeat occurrence.

Last but not least…

People who are not courteous when bombing out public bathrooms. I know that sometimes when you are away from home, your stomach will not be happy and you will have to poo in a public place.  There is nothing wrong with that; we’ve all been there at one time or another.  The thing that really drives me batty is when people are bombing out a stall (or in my office’s case, the only toilet), and they don’t courtesy flush.  That is just rank.  You are stinking up the entire bathroom and you may or may not be killing the other people in the vicinity.

Then once you are finished and have flushed, make sure it all goes down.  There is nothing more disturbing than being an innocent potty-goer who happens to stumble upon someone else’s Number Two remnants…shudder.  I don’t know if I’m psycho, but I always check to make sure everything goes down (pee- or poo-related) when I go to the bathroom, and if it doesn’t, I flush again.

So, that is the end to my very long and ranty post.  Sorry it was so heavily related to bathroom issues, but I guess those bother me more than most.

What are some of your biggest pet peeves?  Which ones drive you batshit crazy? 🙂

This weekend went by waaay to fast, but I feel like I say that about every weekend.  T’s parents are in town.  They flew in late Wednesday night, so I haven’t been getting much rest.

They arrived at our house around 11:15 Wednesday night because their flight got delayed.  We ended up hanging around with them until about 2 a.m. that night catching up and having some drinks.  Surprisingly the fact that I only slept 5.5 hours didn’t mess me up as bad as I thought it would.

On Thursday, my parents came up to visit with T’s family, and we had a cook out.  We chowed down on tons of food, enjoyed some drinks, and a lot of laughs.  My parents didn’t hit the road until almost 11 p.m., so it was another late-ish night for me.

Friday, we gathered with a bunch of our friends at a local bar and ended up staying there until about 2 a.m.  Originally I had hoped to not be out all night because we had tickets to the Steely Dan concert the next day.  Of course, once I have a few drinks, I’m always ready to party.  Once we got home, we decided to stay up and have ONE more drink.  That one turned into a few more, and all of a sudden it was daylight.  Yeah, T’s mom and I stayed up until practically 9 a.m.  We were just sitting around talking and having fun, but the time just flew by.

Needless to say, I was hurting when I finally crawled my ass out of (my super awesome and new) bed.  But, somehow I managed to get my shit together and still made it to the concert.  T’s poor mom did not – I felt a little bad for that one because the concert was great.  It was a perfect, warmish (not stifling hot) summer day with a nice breeze.  It did rain a little, but not too hard, and it kept us cool  – we just have bad luck with the Dan.  The last time they came down for the concert, it poured for most of the show.  I was happy that I knew all the songs and was able to bounce back from my super late night.

Yesterday we all lounged at the pool, then went out to dinner at an Italian restaurant – Alfredo’s –  that has been winning awards in Atlanta since the 1970s.  Since T’s family lives in NY, they have first-hand experience with all of the great Italian eateries that we in the South don’t always have.  We stuffed ourselves senseless with yummy food and wine.  I could barely eat my dinner after munching on garlic bread and appetizers.  I basically had a full portion left.  T’s parents really liked it; they even said it was better than the Italian restaurant they always eat at in Poughkeepsie.  I’ll take that as a good sign.

We all rolled ourselves back to the car and plopped down on the couch afterwards to watch True Blood (OMG – last night’s episode was so good!  I can’t believe there are only 3 left in the season.  Sadness.)  Tonight is their last night in town, so we’ll prob end up going out somewhere with them one more time.  We’ll more than likely hit up our neighborhood bar, Fox and Hound, since it’s half-priced food Monday, and it’s a tradition for us all to go there when they visit.

So, how was your weekend?  Did you do anything exciting?  Also, if you’re married/in a serious relationship, do you get along well with your in-laws?  Mine, are fucking awesome – if I do say so myself! 🙂

It’s that time again, where you share a little bit too much about yourself with thousands of strangers.  To read about everyone else’s horror stories, go to LiLu’s TMI Thursday page.  🙂

During the summer of 2004, I studied abroad for 7 weeks in south France.  I made some awesome friends and got to visit some really cool places.  The best part about the trip was that we were a 20-minute bus ride from the beach and that we were in a college city.  There were tons of bars and clubs in the area, so we always had a place to go.

One night toward the end of our trip, our group decided to go bar hopping.  I met up with my friend CoLo at her house because she lived in town, then we headed out to join the rest of the group.  We started our evening with mojitos at a place called Cubanitos. We spent a few hours there, then decided to head somewhere new.

On our way to our next locale, we decided to stop at the grocery store to buy a couple of bottles of champagne.  We all passed the bottle around, sitting on the steps of the church in the square.  Only in Europe could you do that without getting arrested!

After we downed the champagne, we headed to a bar called Barbarous (I’m rusty on my french spelling capabilities) which means Redbeard.  It was like a pirate ship, and it was dark and crowded once you walked down the stairs to get into the bar.

We were hanging out at the bar, ordering beers, when we noticed that the bartender had left a bottle of liquor sitting within our reach.  CoLo and I looked at each other, nodded, and she grabbed the bottle.  We made a bee-line to the bathroom to hide out for a moment, then we reemerged to get some glasses and ice so we could drink out booty (arrrh).

The thing is, it wasn’t ordinary liquor.  This bar was known for soaking fruits in rum to infuse the rum with flavor.  Then you poured it over ice and sipped on it.  Normally a table would share the bottle – FYI it wasn’t a huge bottle, it was tall and skinny – but CoLo and I decided to just share it between the 2 of us.  We were so excited, until we tried it.  We realized we’d grabbed a rhubarb-flavored bottle.  It wasn’t the best, but we drank it anyway.

After we polished off the bottle, it was probably after 2 a.m.  That didn’t stop us, and we ventured to some type of club, where we ran into our waiter from Cubanito.  He insisted we hang out with him for a while, so we did.  He bought our drinks, we laughed and danced.  It was a lot of fun.

Around 4 a.m., we decided to call it a night.  CoLo and I were stumbling through the fairly deserted town, giggling and being stupid.  We were upset because there was nowhere to get any late night food.  As we were bitching, I suddenly realized that I had to pee.  Really, really bad.  So bad it was hard to walk, and we probably still had about 10 minutes to go before we got to her place.

So I did what any drunk girl would do in my dire situation.  I copped a squat by the side of some hundred year old building and did my business.  Except it wasn’t really going as planned.  The streets were old, so they were really smooth stone.  And when you pee on them, it causes it to splash back up on your feet (eww, I know).  I was desperately trying to avoid the stream bounceback, but it was not working.  My constant shifting to avoid the stream, literally led to me accidentally peeing on my feet a little.

In our drunken state, CoLo and I found this extremely hilarious, and we couldn’t stop laughing.  I ended up having to trudge back to her house in pissed on flip flops, which I wasn’t too happy about.  I’m pretty sure no one saw me though, so that’s always a good thing!

And the next day, we had the worst hangovers ever.  We could hardly move it was that bad.

I’m sure some of you have heard me bitch about our crappy mattress on and off throughout my blogging career.  I’ve constantly talked about going to buy a new one, but for some reason we never did.  Well, that all changed yesterday evening.  After work, T and I met at Mattress Firm because I saw they were having a sweet sale on mattresses.

I arrived at the store before T, so I began making my way around with the employee, flopping onto the various mattress types and rolling around like a fish out of water.   Firm, plush, pillow top, foam.  Who knew there were so many types of mattresses?  And when did they get so fancy-pants?

My last mattress is just shy of 10 years old, and it’s bare-bones.  My parents bought it for me after we moved to Poughkeepsie from the hometown mattress chain with the most annoying commercials ever.  But it got us into the store.  That mattress is justly slightly older than mine and T’s relationship.

So back to last night…we decided to shoot for a plush mattress.  The soft ones were just too squishy and the firms were a little too hard for my taste.  I found my favorite one pretty quick.  T took a little longer to make up his mind.  Part of me thinks it was because the mattresses were pretty expensive and he didn’t want to spend that much money.

I know it’s a lot of money, but if you spread it out over 10 or more years, it’s really not such a big sum.  He was hemming and hawing over the price, saying we should shop around first.  But I just wasn’t feeling it.  It took us this long to start looking, I knew we’d never really comparison shop any time in the near future.  Plus the store has a low price guarantee that if we see it cheaper somewhere else or they put it on sale, they will pay us the difference back 110%.  That’s a totally sweet deal in my book.

We finally decided to go ahead and order it, and it’s being delivered tonight.  You have no idea how excited I am about this! 🙂 We spent a little more than even I had intended, but I know that a good mattress isn’t cheap. So it’s completely worth it for me.  We went with a Stearns & Foster plush top.  It’s seriously the fanciest mattress I’ve ever laid my head (and body) on.

And just because I am dorking out over it, here is a picture of it in all its comfy gloriousness.  (I wasn’t that obsessed with it, but I snapped a photo and put a funny caption on it to entice T to buy it.  And it worked!)

mattressLook how pretty it is!  And it’s so amazing to lay on…

**Thanks everyone for all of your great comments about the puppy.  T and I decided to hold off until we get back from Germany before we revisit the puppy purchase.  Also thanks for your great comments about books you love.  You guys rock my socks off!**

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