12 October 2006

hi ho - hi ho - it's off on vacation I go

So, my wirlwind of one-trip-per-month commences. This weekend's 4 day installment is my flight to/from DC to visit a good friend there and go bask in mountainy glory with good hiking, pretty foliage, excellent company, good food, and yummy drinks to end the day in a fabulous hot tub.

Yes, I need a vacation. Work's been one lil' bundle of stress lately so I was looking at this vacation as the time that would never come. But it's here!!!

Ok, so I've gotta go tie up some loose ends from work but I'm all packed and just antsy to get on the plane now.

Pretty East Coast Foliage and great great friend - here I come!!!

Although I lack the ability to pack light. I always pack just what will fit in my suitcase and I decided since I ain't carryin' the puppy to not go with my carry-on-sized rollybag because of my need for toiletries. Meaning, I managed to bring more crap. Go me!

07 October 2006

songs you don't sing loud with the car windows down

So, one of my coworkers leant me a CD by the artist Deirdre Flint. This CD is absolutely hysterical.

Last night driving home on empty interstates, I was singing along with a few of the songs - notably the first I sang with was "The Cheerleader" which is highly entertaining.

And then one came on that I'd had on repeat earlier in the day when I needed some giggles: "The Boob Fairy." Yes, I'm really not kidding you, there is a song entitled "The Boob Fairy." I'd pick the highlights of the lyrics for your reading approval, but really, there are no particular highlights - it's just all hysterical.... Although as Deirdre says in her own song it's just a metaphor:
This isn't a song about boobs. Not really. The boobs are just a set of metaphors to symbolize everyone's fear of human inadequacy. Hey! We've all felt the pain of being dissed by one fairy or another, so during the next refrain I want you to join in with your own fairy that never paid a call. Maybe it's the height fairy or the butt nymph. Men, maybe it's the pectoral or hair fairy or maybe some other fairy you just want to mumble about. Look, nobody's going to ask you to enunciate. And sisters, I don't want you feeling alienated because you happen to be full-figured. Just change the line to the boob fairy wouldn't let me be or the boob fairy became obsessed with me. Okay, here comes the refrain. Everybody join in.

I must say that I love driving on an empty highway and singing - it feels so free! And when I'm having a craptastic day, I sing lots. Granted, last night when I was singing this on my way home I was finally far enough away from the crap to be having a good day - but a gal can always use a bit of a laugh.... Because although this song might not apply to every female - especially not me - well, c'mon - you know you want to sing a song that ends with:
The boob fairy never came for me
No the boob fairy never came for me
Though the hip fairy came two times
and the thigh fairy came three
The boob fairy never came for me.

02 October 2006

never judge a girl by her hair color

So I was waiting for the movie I was going to see last night (Little Miss Sunshine) - and it was starting later than advertised, so I stepped into the bar across the way from the theater. It was a pretty swanktastic lil' bar so I got a girlie drink to pass the hour I had to spare.

A little bit after I arrived, a nice looking guy approached me at the bar to say hi. We started chatting, and I was entertained by being hit on in a swanky bar with all the pretty people around, but didn't think much of it. However, the conversation will have me laughing for a long long time.

Let's just say he's new in town because he works "in technology." And apparently he wouldn't go into detail about what technology is because I "wouldn't get it." So mystery mystery mystery... I mean, a girl sitting at the bar with a cocktail in hand must never be able to understand anything about technology!

Except, when returning the "what do you do for a living?" questions in my direction, I was the painfully point-out-you-just-made-a-fool-of-yourself girl who said "oh, I work in technology. And apparently it's this mysterious field that I might not understand."

He looked abashed and I continued "I mean, if you want to judge a book by her cover, then I guess I couldn't really do tech."

"Oh, so do you work in marketing for Microsoft?"

DINGDINGDING! We have a winner boys and girls!!!

"Actually, I'm a software developer who didn't sell her soul to Microsoft." (as I thought to myself "how's your foot tasting? would you like some vinegar to make it taste a lil' better?")

He was a really nice guy and all that - I mean, for a guy walking up to me randomly in the bar, I could've done far far worse. But damn, that was just too funny. At least he made himself memorable even if I did taunt him with his assumptions all night when he was so excited that he could not edit himself to talk about tech gadgets and such.

Apparently women don't go for geek guys. Apparently I look like a ditzy blonde.

Hrmmmm....... Now aren't all of you out there who know me and the oddity of this situation giggling? I mean, this is far too funny for words.