Go big or go home!

This weekend was definitely a time to do lots of things I make it a practice not to do under normal circumstances.... I guess I'll file it under 'special occasion' and smile to myself about ridiculously fun and scandalous it was.

Vague much?

Simple Pleasures

Life is supposedly "all about them" but at the same time it's obviously not about them at all. There are totally basic things that make us happy but if everyone is like me they are the last priority in our lives (I'm fairly sure this is the case).

I realized today that I have such basic pleasures that are very easily entertained. One of them is freezer-cold coffee grinds in the morning. As silly as that sounds, it was the one thing I looked forward to when I opened in the morning at the salon. Scooping those cold, cold coffee beans. We don't keep them in the fridge anymore, apparently they stay fresher if you don't keep them cold. This makes me sad.

Another one is that hot steaminess in the morning.... the feeling of getting a facial just by standing next to the steamer while it's warming up, and picking through all the newly receieved pieces we just got in the mail, ready to be shot.

Today has been a sad day. I have had a string of amazing days (we're talking like a week's worth) and I feel like this might be the end of those... I got fired from www.couturecandy.com today. It shouldn't be that big of a deal, I worked there once a week and it really didn't make much of a difference to my paycheck. But it was something to look forward to each Thursday. It was a time to spend the day with completely different coworkers than I am accustomed to. A chance to learn more about fashion. To build my resume. To meet models. To laugh all day. Bleh.

I liked it. Apparently I didn't work out, like all the other wardrobe stylists they've had in the past. As much as I shouldn't feel like this, it seems like I was hanging out with the cool popular girls and I just got shunned from the group. I wish I wasn't taking it personally.

I guess I'm just not good enough at steaming clothes. Hope I can still stay in touch with the important people, and hold my dignity tight enough to keep it in one piece.

Off to the salon tomorrow for me, though I can assure you that I will be beyond hungover. (Yes, I am blogging highly intoxicated again, and although it seems like I'm able to type, I hope you will keep in mind the backspace key and how much I have used it in the past 20 minutes.... and yes it has taken me roughly that long to write this.)

I am...

drunk and I shouldn't be posting.

Now that thats out of the way, I think I'm addicted to attention. I just went out downtown by myself in the hopes that I would be talked to/danced with/hit on/complimented/noticed. Is that wrong?

I ended up buying all my own drinks (minus Drewski's, thank you) but got some offers to buy me one. I had a number of dance invitations. One guy said when I was "ready to roll with the big boys" I should let him know. I gave my number to two attractive, good looking, elligible (sp) bachelors. I got many compliments.

I didn't hear from any of my friends I had hoped would be out downtown (thanks Matt). I ran into two (their twins) of my bosses at one of my jobs (they also own the club I was at). I drank lots of expensive alcohol (my wallet is unhappy).

I'm pretty sure my makeup looks hot, my lashes look real and my cleavage looks inviting. I was thankful for the attention. Now off to bed...

Goodnight....! (Too drunk to blog.. how awkward)