Um?

I think this is totally cool and totally fucking weird.

She is having TWO babies, at once, but they're NOT twins. WTF?

Favorite "under the influence" memory . . .

Yo, okay, so I have a lot of memories from nights during which I consumed alcohol. Some good, some bad. However, this one memory popped into my head today and it is very innocent and therefore one of my favorites.

Me. Walking home from Finn MacCool's. Alone.

I remember the night - ish. I had had a tough day at work (who hasn't?) and had recently made some pretty big life changes. I was with my roommate T and after a couple G&T's we decided to continue drinking as quickly and as heavily as we could manage. Wise decision, I know. After a little Crown Royal, a free t-shirt, and a tear filled confession-esque conversation I left the bar.

This is the good part.

I popped in my headphones and cranked Kansas as loud as I could. (Loud enough that the next afternoon while crawling to work I actually yelped when the music first started blaring . . . yes, yelped.) And then? Then I started singing. Lil' ol' me. Walking down University Avenue at 1 or so A.M. singing top. of. my. lungs. To Kansas and I sang all the way home.

In retrospect I should be embarrassed but in reality I am so in love with the person who did that.

I mean, really, of all the things I could have done that night - all the directions I could have taken that last Whisky shot - I sang Carry on my Wayward Son for 10 blocks?

I'm, like, totally awesome.

Oh, so that's what they mean by too much alcohol. . .

Off to my cousin's wedding (the younger one's are getting hitched, y'all - this does not bode well) and then to Oregon for FOUR days. I have never been so silly-stupid excited for a mini-vacation. World Cup drained me and then some - ask me about it sometime; after I put my brain back in my skull I'll have some great stories. But for now, VIVA ESPAÑA.


Also, double-fisting coffee and water at 10:42 AM is a sure sign I was over-served last night. Shame on you, Big Time, shame.


(There is an overabundance of hyphens in this post, for this I apologize.)

Baskin Robbins is crazier than I am

They're getting rid of, get this, French Vanilla as a flavor. Let that sit for a minute.

They are, no seriously, they are getting. rid. of VANILLA as a FLAVOR.

Lame, Baskin Robbins, really, really lame.

Not surprisingly, French Vanilla is still America’s favorite ice cream.

Blindness

This started as a post about a book Blindness by José Saramago and now I'm not sure what it is. I think it's still a post about said book but it's also a total and complete ramble so . . . this is how my mind works these days. (It is especially how it works post-blogging craze of last summer.)

First, let me try and say something about the book. I'm almost done with it and people keep seeing me with it and asking the inevitable: How do you like it? This is almost always preceded by one of two things: 1) I heard about that book! So-and-so loved it. or (and more gruesome) 2: Oh that book, you know that guy just died.

The book, if you haven't heard about it (the author just died, you know), is about this society that's hit by an epidemic of blindness. Literally, people start going blind and well, shit gets crazy.

So, people keep asking me how I like it and I find myself saying over and over: OMG, I like, totally, like love it! And, then I add some frivolous comment about him being a good writer (which, seriously? He won the Nobel Prize for literature, obviously he can put a pen to paper) or about which line I liked best.

The thing is, I don't actually love this book and I keep trying to figure out why I say I do and why I say so, so automatically. I think this book is important; it has something important to teach us and I think that I keep telling people I love it because I want them to go out and get a copy and read it. Which got me thinking about False Advertising but that is a whole 'nother topic for a whole 'nother day.

Basically, my opinion about this book is super complicated and definitely does not fit into any one category. What I'm saying is, please read this book. It is such a cold and calculated look at our society, any society and how we act, how we would act under such strenuous circumstances. It is a rough read, and I have taken many breaks between chapters, but it is worth it. I promise.