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I've been reading the Twilight series lately. Yes, I know I'm a little late to the party, but I like to make an entrance and I also need to know that the latest teeny-bopper craze is actually worth the time and energy. Having not read a book series of great interest since, well...basically Harry Potter, I was keen to start into a new one. I tried to read the Golden Compass series but they weren't nearly as entertaining as Harry Potter or Twilight.
As I started reading the first Twilight book, I found the writing style so easy to read and the story-line so captivating I would not only be dreaming about handsome, eloquent, strong, manly vampires coming to sweep me off my feet, I would often lose track of time and then realize it was 1am on a Tuesday night. Not that I'm a total goodie-too-shoes, but on a school night, I just can't stay up that late. I no longer worked with openly disgruntled software developers that hated PMs and would gladly ignore me for the better part of the morning, allowing me the 4 cups of Artigiano americanos it would take to fully awaken the senses including, and perhaps the most vital, my sense of humour. An incredibly important sense to get one through the day when patience decides to vacate the building and you're left to deal with 35yr old children. But I digress. These days, I needed to have my wits about me, and staying up till 1am reading about vampires and werewolves just wasn't helping. Of course that didn't stop me from continuing my 1am reading routine and showing up at work with mounts of make up, dark glasses and very large caffinated beverages to hide the dark circles under my eyes.
Since I'm almost done reading the series, I decided it's time to watch the movie. I made sure I read Tan's review of the movie first - he's a fan of bad movies like I am so I tend to trust his judgment. (Although I'm sure my bad movie choices fall into the bad 'chick flick' category compared to his.) I headed over to visit my nephew and watch the movie with Ali. Although it was a very entertaining 2 hours, I have to admit, I was hoping for more. Could it be that I preferred the natural british accent the actor who plays Edward has? Or that there just wasn't enough time to tell the story properly? Or that it was too soon after reading to book to see the movie? Or perhaps, and this is very speculative, it's because the Edward depicted in the books was far more beautiful, romantic, subtle, elegant, graceful and heroic than poor Robert Pattinson could ever be. My friend Scotty certainly agreed when he boldly stated that he was in love with 'Book' Edward compared to 'Movie' Edward.
Maybe I'll have to give the movie another chance...perhaps one day, I too will fall in love with 'Movie' Edward like all the other 18-yr-old crazed fans.
Being a girl, I understand what it takes to control unruly, unwanted hairs. Having the proper tools - good razor, great esthetician - makes a huge difference. Other than the shaving of beards and cutting of hair, I've never really paid attention to any other hair maintenance men did. Now I've learned there's a routine that rival's women maintenance - it's called Manscaping. Yes, it's exactly what it sounds like, hair being removed from various parts of the body using a variety of tools to create what hopes to be an appealing landscape of hair for a current or future one-nighter, lover, girlfriend or wife. A friend once shared his experience purchasing a manscaping tool. He bought a fairly inexpensive one on his way home one day with hopes of it's magical capabilities in the shower - killing 2 birds with one stone was at the top of his priority list. Unfortunately it turned out to be a manscaping fail and was not as adept in water as the packaging claimed it was. After testing it out and deciding it was not the one for him, he promptly cleaned it out, repackaged it and withouth thinking twice - returned it to the store. After recovering from the shock that someone would actually return a used manscaping tool, and deciding never to buy anything from that particular store ever again, the conversation...well basically died because let's face it - who can top that in a moment's notice?
Needless to say, for any gents out there that are new to the manscaping, here is a very informative tid bit for you courtesy of Streefy. http://bit.ly/11xs9n
I have a lot of friends who are foodies. Most of my foodie friends are amazing cooks, enjoy eating out at nice restaurants and constantly work out simply so they can eat all they want and not be 400lbs. While most lean towards fine dining and amazing home cooked meals, one particular foodie friend of mine has a preference for fast food. So much so, that his friends' bets frequently involve eating contests for him, of which he usually wins or comes pretty damn close to winning. His latest obsession is called a McSurf n Turf. Yes, that's right, it's exactly what you think it is. A filet o' fish inside a quarter pounder with cheese. Most people he mentions this wonderful cholesterol and fat laden meal to, generally react with some form of disgust, though all are very willing to watch the appalling event. The one and only person who was not disgusted about this meal - and by not disgusted I mean rather excited - was my sister, who immediately suggested a Apple Pie McFlurry dessert to accompany the McSurf n Turf. Well at least he's not alone in his quest for the best fast food meal.
The next night we managed to find a bar that put on the hockey game for us, much to our delight and also regret for as we thanked the owner, he bought us a shot of vodka. It was their own infused berry flavoured vodka, unfortunately warm and which quite honestly, is not fit for human consumption, regardless of intoxication levels. To ease the gagging reflex caused by the afore mentioned vodka and drown our sorrows of our Canucks having lost, Charlotte - server extraordinaire - made sure we were never sans bevvies for the rest of the night. The bar came to life later in the night with dueling pianos which seemed to draw crowds. We kept Charlotte company late into the evening until none of us could drink anymore.
Thankfully the next day we headed to Safeco field for an afternoon of greasy food, hair of the dog and a baseball game. While our luck with hangover cures was good, the Mariners didn't share our luck and after 13 innings we decided we'd had enough and even though the sun was lovely, the Mariners were still tied and the cute boys were scarce so we headed out. (The Mariners ended up winning in the 15th) But not before a stray foul ball hit by Russ Branyan bee-lined for us and ended up hitting Simone square in the stomach. Good thing the two gals who actually have played ball shied away from it as if we were 6 yr olds and were afraid it had boy cooties. Simone was ok and our young Austrian walked away excited about her souvenir that would commemorate the weekend to memory forever, or just collect dust like it does for everyone else.
The girls weekend ended with a 9-pairs of shoes shopping trip for me at Nordstrom on the way home. Yes, I'm aware 9 pairs of shoes of rather ridonkulous, but when one of the pairs of shoes looks like this - how can you say no?
I'm sure, every office has their share of bizarre yet somewhat comedic conversations and events. Mine is no exception. An un-named source decided to walk around the office taking an unbiased poll amongst the gals - "How do you feel about feet?". It was to prove a point, so it was decided to record the responses for prosperity. Sure, only those who shared the same opinion were video taped, and yes, this somewhat defeats the unbiased poll concept, but when it's to prove a point with one's significant other, I think these lines can be blurred.
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