Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

Thanks for this...but I really wanted that Boy can I ever be fussy sometimes. Tonight was an industry get-together at the Palliser (mmm...you kind of get spoiled when you start getting used to receptions at the Palliser) to educate us all on the latest goings-ons in Anaheim. Yeah, the food at these things is always spectacular, but you know everyone is really there for the freebies and prizes. I was no exception. A show on Anaheim meant "Leah may get to fly to Los Angeles for free!" Alas, it was not to be. My card got drawn halfway through and I won this cute patio refreshment set: a pitcher, 4 tumblers, stirsticks, and those snazzy rubber ice cubes in the shape of palm trees! Of course, this was not good enough for me. As I walked up there to receive my prize my thoughts ventured to the fact that my card had now been drawn, ergo it was no longer in the draw barrel, and ergo I was no longer in the running for the Anaheim trip. Dang it all! But I still received my...

And it keeps rolling like that My baby brother is so amazing. From 100 dollars to 275 over the weekend. He practically tripled that shizzle *nods to kool keith's vocab stylings* 5 more fundraiser-busting days to go. Special thanks to aqua angel for supporting my little sibling's cause.

Suck in, breathe a whole lot better I am now the proud owner of a vacuum I can call my very own. My living space will be so much cleaner now Tthe family vacuum kicked the dust, so to speak, a few months ago. And seeing as everything upstairs is either tile or hardwood now it left little motivation for the parentals to invest in a new machine. (Although I'm sure they'll be borrowing my vacuum to clean their own room, which is the only room upstairs now that has carpet.) Not that I've been feeling stressed or agitated lately, but I've always enjoyed vacuuming when I'm upset about something. Forget the punching bag, give those dust bunnies what for! And no, I'm not a neat freak, in fact far from it. There's just something about vacuuming that is oh-so-satisfying for this girl's mental well-being. I am vacuum, hear me roar.

Bonjour I tend to get into trouble when I blog about this sort of topic, but it's my blog so I'll say what I want to say. Besides, none of it puts anyone in a bad light except for myself. After a lot of phone tag back and forth over the past 2 days I met up with, let's call him Driver, for dinner. Yes, another internet boy, but I'll comment on that another day. Yet again, I had no picture to go on and I'm not sure if he's found my picture online or not. Anyway, yeah, I'm always cautious about giving away too much information so I told him I'd just meet him somewhere. As a result he suggested I pick somewhere close to home so I wouldn't have to travel far. Uhh, yeah, other than the new sushi place there was only Jack Astor's. Not sure how he feels about raw fish so Jack Astor's it was. Not exactly your typical first date fare, but I think it suited us great. He gave me a single blue rose which I absolutely love as well as a kiss on...

The brother man Have I ever told you about how much my brother rocks? I have? Oh well, guess you'll get to hear more about it right now. My baby bro, Weird Kid, gave me a spa gift certificate for my birthday...giving me a no-excuses kind of validation to treat myself to some pampering. But wait, that's not why he's the bomb-diggety. No, that is not the reason why he is the Michael Jordan of hermanos, the Mohammed Ali of freres, the Clark Kent of brothers. The reason why he's so Rico Suave, and not in the sleazy scuzzy way, is 'cuz he is the most unbelievably caring guy to whom I've had the honor of claiming I'm related. Oh yeah, and my dad rocks just as much, but today we honor my brother. Last Thursday he had this crazy energy about him. Apparently he had found a new project to immerse himself in. Was he putting together a new basketball team? Did he come up with some snazzy vacation plans? Nope, he showed me a little ad in The Gauntlet, the g...

It was like an episode of Friends Ah yes, only someone as nostalgic as I could reminisce about the weekend all week long. So the trio of us, Daisy, Bizkette, and myself, traipsed over to Amazing Pizza Kitchen over on 1st. Who knows what time it was at this point but we didn't leave Coyote's until close to 3. (Though I'm certain we did not stay as late as Sunflower ) I had never seen 1st so spooky quiet. I believe it's the by-law that enforces the bars to close right at 2 since there are still apartments on 1st. Other than the taxis and the other scragglers/revelers you could imagine tumbleweeds rolling down the street as if it were the old wild west. The night wouldn't be complete without obnoxiously intoxicated hoochies, and of course they were there at the Pizza Kitchen to enhance our evening. *groans* A street guy tried to get deep with us. "Do you love the life you are living right now? Yes or no." He kept repeating his question, amused t...

You like me, you really really like me! Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes yesterday. I definitely appreciated it. As much as yesterday was just a typical ordinary day (dang weekdays) I still enjoyed it immensely. Now onto day 2 of my 24th year of being...

Screw getting older Note: creative license was taken in the following Go, go, go, go, go, go Go shawty, it's my birthday We gon' party 'cuz it's my birthday We gon' sip Tabu 'cuz it's my birthday And you know we don't give a fuck it's not YOUR birthday! Yep yep yep, so much for not "needing to announce it's my birthday to get some attention."

"Go on and get the lighter, we're gonna need some fire. Let's get a little higher, the battlefield is tired." Alright so dinner came to an end, hugs all around. Next stop: Coyote's. You know? Birthday clubbing plans never work out precisely, and yet I keep on pluggin on. I figured this year's snafu was the lack of "no line, no cover" status for me and my buds. Incompetent-group-bookings-guy, you're on my list! Little did I know...incompetent-group-bookings-guy had a friend, incompetent-DJ-boy. I really did not like incompetent-DJ-boy. Incompetent-DJ-boy, you're on my list, too! You want to know what made DJ boy incompetent? He killed the flow...massacred it. He'd stop all movement on the dancefloor and instructed everyone to look up at the big screen to see the latest stupid videoclip he had just found on the internet. Oh no, don't just let the videoclips run while the music is flowing! Good god that would make too mu...

And they call me... Had to jump on the bandwagon. Thanks to w@rd entertainment for the fun link . I shall now be forever known as: Goddess Emeritus of Vibrators, Leah Anne+Marie B******* And nah, that last part isn't a cus word. I'm just editing out my last name.

Jump jump jump! For Bizkette: House of Pain - Jump Around [Everlast] Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! [3X] Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! [17X] I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than th...

Comida, tequila, sangria, y amigos Te amo, Senor Carlos. Due to circumstances beyond anyone's control, seven friends joined me for dinner at Senor Carlos. Lucky number seven! Well, I guess technically 6...'cuz one of my dinner guests was my brother. And I'd really like to mention that 'cuz it's not very often when I can combine my family friends with my friends friends. It made me so happy, I never wanted the night to end. People were amused, or I think they were amused, by the antics between my brother, Weird Kid, and my godbrother, Spydermonkey. Daisy and Posie had things they could talk about as well. So to summarize the diners...we had yours truly, Posie, Spydermonkey, Weird Kid, Bizkette, Latina, aqua angel , and Daisy. Even though I've been there before, I never considered the fact that there may not be non-Mexican options for those who weren't truly into Mexican food. Huge oversight. I think the only things that didn't have to be Mexi...

The prep Due to my stylist's previous engagements, I did not have my metamorphosis appointment on Friday night. Instead I had to squeeze it in on Saturday. Alright, I could do that, bring it! Bring it! I wanted a blue, like a Veronica-from-Archie-comics blue to go with my dark hair. No doing, she only has "natural" colors in her stock, none of the "weird" colors. She referred me to a picture of a hair model with red in her hair, a bold "rock 'em" red. That's all she could offer me. "Give it to me" said I. "Have you dyed your hair black? It won't work if you did that *analyzing my tresses*" Unfortunately, my hair is a really resilient biatch. Always has been, most likely always will be. Last time I did highlights it took the stylist (a different woman) forever to get it to take...she kinda went buckwild with the ammonia or whatever it is just so there would be something to show for all her efforts on my hai...

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am stuck in the middle with you Before I get into my recount of the bday extravaganza (and look, the day hasn't even officially come yet!) have to get something off my chest. Kelly brought up a very good point in her blog the other day. (I apologize, I can't seem to directly link to the specific post.) We are seriously souring our relationship with the US. Once this war is over and they are all like "We are victorious!" we won't be invited in the celebratory party 'cuz we suck. We offer no encouragement (as a whole country, at least) no support. Like she said, we don't have to like the war or even fight in it...but we could at least be there in some capacity as their neighbors and friends. Americans are going to hate us, and who can blame them? Would you embrace someone who totally turned their back on you? Really gives me reservations about my Los Angeles spree. *sigh* Please don't hat...

Snippets Quotes from last night *** Two more inches and I'd be topless! *** Awww, her skirt is so short. It's so cute! *** I leave you for two minutes and look what happens! *** "What kind of guy do you like? Point some guy out in here and we'll go get him for you." "Well, I like the big strong types. Kind of like Vin Diesel." "Hmm, there aren't a lotta Vin Diesel types around here." "So I've noticed." *** "I've got one Cowboy Cocksucker left." "Alright, give it to me." "Is that the same as a blowjob?" "I don't know, it's yummier in my opinion." *** My car is so steamy, it's cute! *** "Do you girls pay cover when you come here?" "Always." (Though not technically) "Alright, you're coming with me." *thinking to myself* "He's our cover charge pimp?! But we've already been in and paid!...

You better get this party started! It's Saturday (technically)! After this sleep (Friday nite sleep) will come chaos in preparations and total busy busy-ness. Whoo! I'll fill you all in tomorrow if I have the energy.

We are all part of a rhythm nation "I'll tell your mama, I'll tell your friends I'll tell anyone whose heart can comprehend Send it in a letter, baby, tell you on the phone I'm not the kinda girl who likes to be alone" I'm really looking forward to getting all my Los Angeles plans put together. Unfortunately, due to Daisy's employment status she can't commit to coming along with me. That and she's also got plans to visit Ireland pending her attainment of a new teaching contract. This leaves me with the possibility of digging the whole City of Angels scene all by my lonesome. Sure, Mijo will be there but he's working so I can only see him on the weekends. This renders me the whole week to my own devices. That can't be good. The customs agents at the border are going to slap me with a huuuuuuge duty tax if I don't watch my spending. But honestly what better way can I spend my solo time than shopping for kewl finds that ...

A tale of two countries Thanks to yndygo for the heads up. As you all know, I'd rather be an ostrich about the whole war thing. Or perhaps one or all three of those monkeys "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." It's just so depressing. I think of all the lives that this war has or will affect and I wonder if its worth it. All over one psycho (or 2? *thinks she should shut up*) and his goon followers. Families are going to be tattered, lives lost. It's that whole philosophical thing...though I never paid much attention in my philosophy class: what is an acceptable sacrifice (ie. lives, funds) to benefit the good of the whole? Anyway, I digress. The following links are blog-windows into the lives of the two opposing sides. I feel more comfortable following the war this way rather than via the news. It feels more real rather than like a movie on tv. No G.I. Joe: the American Hero, no evil turbanned terrorist. In one corner....wearing the sand-c...

Have I mentioned... ...I was pretty upset that Charles Grigsby was the one voted off of American Idol last nite? I admit, his performance on Tuesday wasn't the best that I had seen him, but please don't tell me that Julia DeMato or Carmen "warbling gerbil" Rasmusen have been doing any better in this competition. At least Charles BROUGHT IT in the first round, you can't say that about Julia and Carmen. How can a girl who Simon critiqued as "terrible" make it to the 3rd round? Hm, I wonder how Julia feels having been consistently one of the bottom 3 during this whole competition. Your days are numbered, wench. I totally understand why all the girls were crying when Charles had to go...you just don't dismiss sweet kind guys like him. They simply don't deserve it. Alas, darling Charles, you were too sweet to deserve such cold treatment from America. ...Civic's another one of those kind dolls? He stopped by my agency today to drop of...

Reality check On our way to the Elephant & Castle for lunch, Daisy and I came across this "full-figured" woman. She was wearing a slightly more polished, more professional version of the outfit I've been planning to wear on Saturday. Let me tell you, it was not pleasant being a witness to all the jiggling that was going on. Normally, I feel a little victory within myself when I see women like her. Despite my size I feel that I carry my outfits well, with little (if any) negative response from the general public. However, this time I had a moment of panic. What if I was deluding myself and I really was as hefty and as jiggly as this woman? I'd be the joke of the nightclub come Saturday if I stuck to my original outfit plans! Feeling a need for a second opinion I let out a huge breath as we passed the woman. Code to Daisy for "did you witness the spectacle as well?" "I know, huh? You pull off the look more than she ever could" (I ...