The Daily Dish 08.15.10

It's been two weeks now and we're all still a little shell-shocked. I went to a party the other night with some fellow lawyers/graduates/former law students and we had to keep reminding each other to stop doing the post-mortem on the exam.

The beauty of my new life I'm finding is this: I can leave work and I'm done! No more leave work, go to class, or do homework, or study. And there is lots of pool time on the weekends. Yes, indeedy, life is good post-bar. Fingers crossed for those results in November, and hopefully the trauma will ebb and when we all get together, we'll stop talking about it.

One of my fans was commenting that the site is a bit outdated in some places, so I bring you updates to a long-lost page that never should have fallen behind: Hottie of the Month! Along with your regular updated favorites as well: Dark Side of Drunk here, and Overheard. Check it out.

Now that the madness of law school is behind me, maybe I can go into that updating frenzy I always talk about.........

xoxo

The Daily Dish 07.26.10

Holy crap. The bar begins tomorrow. And so I have a treat for both you and me--UPDATES! If I haven't learned it by now, I'm not gonna, so I'm NOT studying today! So, please excuse my laziness at not constructing any real stories but rather throwing it all on Overheard. It's some excellent stuff.

Wish me luck! I DO NOT want to have another two months (mostly) in study hell ever again. (I say mostly because otherwise how could I have obtained all these fabulous notes? So I had a nip of some alkeehal here and there..............)

xoxo

The Daily Dish 06.10.10

Barbri. Blah. You know the drill. I will not bore you with details. The countdown has begun: 1 month, 17 days.

What can I say? I got nuthin' except that I have decided the leaf blower is the WORST NOISE IN THE WORLD. Tuesday mornings I awaken to it. Banker Boy says, "Poor thing--what, you wake up at like 7:30 or 8 and I'm supposed to feel sorry for you?" Oy, these people who get up and around before then confound me. Why can't we all work 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. and then knock off for happy hour? I suppose I should move to Europe.

I also had a Carb Brunch recently, consisting of the following: breakfast potatoes, bagel with cream cheese, strawberry muffin and lemonade. When I ordered, I told the cashier, "I'm not high." He just stared at me. I think maybe because he was high.

Okay, new Dark Side of Drunk here and many, many updates to Overheard.

The Daily Dish 05.20.10

Time flies when you're having fun. I've already been finished with law school for a whole week. And the only thing I've learned in BarBri so far is exactly how much I've forgotten over the past three years. Oh yeah, and there are some nitpicky details in various subjects that I didn't learn at all. I am allowing myself to go out and see people for the first few weeks, so I have some overheards for you here from last night's events.

Much love to everyone who made it out for the graduation party and graduation ceremony. It was awesome to spend those celebratory moments with each of you. And for those who couldn't make it--we just have more excuses to keep celebrating next time we get together.

xoxo

The Daily Dish 05.13.10

So I'm finished with law school. I just cleared out the space on my desk where my books reside, opened up my BarBri box, and stacked up eight lovely green workbooks in the same space to get ready for bar review. So can someone PLEASE explain to me why I have to go to the BarBri office tomorrow and register? Let me see. BarBri knows: my name, my address, my phone number, which state I'm sitting for, what city I'll be taking the course in, and most importantly--has its hands on every penny of the three thousand dollar asking price for said course. But I still have to go downtown, find a parking space, stand in line and give someone my name again? It's absurd.

In other news, I'm finished with law school. Oh yeah, but you knew that. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

xoxo

The Daily Dish 05.10.10

It's THE LAST WEEK OF LAW SCHOOL EVER! And, in grand law school 3L tradition, I have been procrastinating like crazy and drinking more than someone in finals period ever should. Ah, well, it's all fun and games until BarBri begins. I am dorkily thrilled and excited to walk at graduation. See y'all there.

Here is a DSOD and Overheard--check 'em out.

xoxo

The Daily Dish 04.25.10

Look! It's another update just two weeks later. I am damn proud of myself. I have a new Dark Side of Drunk for you here. Is it weird that a drunk story is about a wedding? Nah, probably normal. I have another DSOD on tap, but I've been wildly unproductive this weekend and I have to go do some other stuff, so I will try and get to it maybe next weekend. Also, Overheard has been updated here.

xoxo

The Daily Dish 04.10.10

You know, one of my fans commented once that I should change the name of the daily dish to bi-monthly dish. I know. I'm BUSY. Maybe I should just call it The Dish. Gigi and I are thinking about a total site revamp--no worries, your favorite features will still remain--but site renovation is scheduled for August. After this tiny little thing called THE BAR EXAM. OMG I am freaking terrified.

So I got lazy and I had a bunch of notes from different nights and put them all on Overheard. Maybe I will write a coherent Dark Side of Drunk (oxymoron? Just moron?) sometime soon. Lately my night spins out of control and I stop writing. I digress.

Okay, so check out Overheard and I will work on graduating from law school and taking mo betta notes.

xoxox

The Daily Dish 03.10.10

Craaaaaaaaaaaaaap! Here I go again. Promising you updates and then, well, lying? Disappearing? It's been a mostly good start to 2010. Busy but kind of awesome. Unless something goes horribly awry, I am going to graduate from law school in two months. Holy cow, right?

Hmmm what else can I tell you? What have I been thinking lately? I still hate people who tailgate me. I want to hang a sign on the back of my car that says, "Back off, people. My car is twelve years old and has multiple oil leaks. I try and stick to the right lane, okay?" Can't wait till I'm cruising around in the new one. I plan to park the Lude in a big field where she can drink oil all day and night.

Overheard here...and DSOD here.

xoxoxxo

The Daily Dish 01.18.10

Have just been swept off my feet--below, behold the most romantical text convo ever!

BOY: "Hey. If. Bored come to Blue label me and friends have a table."

ME: "Would love to but am in for the night. Raincheck?"

BOY: "sure whenever just let me know"

If you haven't already, check out NYE and new Overheards.

xoxoxoxo

The Daily Dish 12.28.09

OMG. What a freakin' year. Thirty-two hours of class, 1000 hours of work, many hours of fun. In January, I spent the first day of school spell-bound in front of the TV watching the inauguration. Also: skiing! February...hmmm. That was a blur of trying to figure out what was going on each day in Business Organizations. March and Spring Break brought a quick break-out trip to Austin. April: school might have been killing me. May: goodbye 2L year! Wheee! June: a new apartment, girl time and summer school! July meant another class in summer school but also Pete Yorn and some pool-side lounging. August marked the beginning of football season and the return of my beloved and much-missed Horns. September: MIAMI! And of course, more football. Oh yeah, no hurricanes. But in October, I wondered if the heat would *ever* break. Finally, November arrived, and with it, cooler temperatures. And I thought that maybe my seminar paper would actually earn me my my senior writing credit. December: finals hell ended and I had not one, not two, but three birthday celebrations!

Thanks for the memories and looking for Zen in 2010!

New Dark Side of Drunk here. New Overheard here.

The Daily Dish 12.02.09

Wheee! It's cold outside. I know you all hate it, but I luvs it. It feels like winter, which it should, considering it's December.

I am strangely calm about finals. Is that because I only have two? Is it because I am seriously misguided and will fail both of them? It's not like I think I know anything...it's just that one can only study for a few days. I mean, if I start too early it falls out of my brain.

New overheards for you here. (And I must say, I scrolled down the page myself to check out some oldies but goodies. Try it. You might like it.) And a new Dark Side of Drunk here.

xxoxoxo

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The Daily Dish 11.16.09

Oh my God. Is Thanksgiving really next week? This semester is almost over and I fear....I have not learned a thing.

New overheards for you here. And a new Dark Side of Drunk here.

xoxoxxo

The Daily Dish 11.08.09

Some of my fans have suggested that I spend more time on this site, and less time on school. It doesn't surprise me--because after all, this site is more fun for ALL of us than school. More fun for me to write, more fun for you lovely people to read. Also, the "research" required to write my in-depth articles is a lot more fun than the research required for my seminar paper. However, even though there's a light at the end of the tunnel, my ass still has to graduate. Which means some focus is still required!

I do have a few new overheards for you here. And two hilarious Dark Side of Drunk articles are on tap to be posted very soon. I promise!

xoxoxxo

The Daily Dish 09.03.09

Well, I had some notes from the latest Dark Side of Drunk but they haven't inspired me thus far. Perhaps I need to let that one go. And then I promise some new adventures.

Let's see. What do I have to tell you about? Third year in law school is no less brain-sucking. Why do I have to write a paper to get credit for law school? Can't I just show my professor how snarky and brilliant I have been for the past seven years on Gorgeous and Sassy instead?

However, fall, cooler temperatures and most importantly--TEXAS FOOTBALL awaits!

Plus it's Labor Day weekend. Let's see if I can get into some trouble.

xoxoxxoxo

The Daily Dish 08.11.09

Aw, crap. That whole "updating frenzy" didn't really work out.

Okay, I'm behind but summer school is done and hopefully the new semester plus work won't totally kill me. (Who the hell am I kidding?)

I do have this: a Dark Side of Drunk from the Fourth is here. And always fun--check out Overheard.

Have you seen the new commercial for the new Mercedes E-Class? It cracks me up. The commercial is basically all about how the car makes up for the shitty driver behind the wheel: (1) can help awaken its driver if he begins to doze; (2) keep him in his lane if he begins to wander; (3) even stop itself if he becomes distracted. First I wondered if perhaps Mercedes drivers were worse than the rest of us. Then I watched some of the coverage of the healthcare town hall meetings, and saw the Nazi references. And it occurred to me that perhaps the makers of Mercedes are the REAL Nazis here. They are breeding a super-human race--of rich and pretty people. They will never die in a car wreck, and THEN they will TAKE OVER THE WORLD!

xoxoxoxox

The Daily Dish 07.20.09

I am attempting an updating FRENZY this week! We'll see how it goes.

A DSOD here.

Updates to Overheard here.

xoxoxoxox

The Daily Dish 06.27.09

A new DSOD as promised--here. If you want to watch the videos, let me know. They are on lockdown to protect the guilty.

And another one here. Also some new ones on Overheard.

xoxoxo

The Daily Dish 06.22.09

Crap. How can it be a month already since I've updated? I'm so sorry. Even though regular school is over, work, summer school and such has got me running crazy! I do have a dark side of drunk here, and some updates to Overheard. More Dark Side of Drunk from weekends past--soon!

The Daily Dish 05.27.09

You know what is a wonderful feeling? The feeling that I come home from work and flip on the tube and I CAN WATCH IT ALL NIGHT IF I WANT. I LOVE IT.

I owe you three Dark Sides--the first is up here.

The Daily Dish 05.13.09

I feel like a crazy person since I finished exams. (Well I was feeling crazy during exams as well; see below; but now it's a different kind of crazy.) I can't keep a thought in my head for more than like 5 seconds, which is why I'm doing an unprecedented second post in one day.

(Also because I just cracked open the wine. I'm going to see if I can stay drunk for four days minus the three hours I am en route to Austin.)

I was thinking about my love for the montage. I am a sucker for any montage in the movies or on TV. I especially love the one in Legally Blonde in which Elle totally gets her study on. I don't know what song is in this one--a great song can really make a montage, but it really doesn't matter if the subject matter is good. But it comes on, and Elle is in the library, she's working out and reading her law books, she's answering questions in class--oh yeah, it's ON like donkey kong.

And so earlier this week, I was in the library (secret place where I hide--never go to school during exams)--and I had a casebook, a statute book, a looseleaf 88-page outline, my computer, a spiral notebook and a pen. It was all spread out around me, and I was cooking with gas, people. And I thought, "Oh my God. I'm in my very own study montage!" Hmmm. What song was it set to? I think maybe Jefferson Airplane, "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now."

Indeed. IN-DEED.

The Daily Dish 05.13.09

Yeeeeehawwww! Exams are over! I have conquered two years of law school. With only one more to go, it's like I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. (Please, no comment about the Bar. Please.)

For my next trick, a party-filled weekend in Austin. Stay tuned.

The Daily Dish 05.09.09

So far no shut down for swine flu. However, I fear my BRAIN has shut down. Just got finished with the second of three exams and I think I might fail out of school. Dear God. Someone remind me why I'm doing this again?

The Daily Dish 05.02.09

So rumor has it that swine flu will shut down campus before exams. At first I was in favor of this, but then I thought--no, no no. I must get this semseter overwith. I CANNOT be in a holding pattern waiting for exams to finish. Also, the information in my head only stays there for a short amount of time.

In the meantime, I am thinking of a new walk. It's a little more hip-swingy than my current walk. Sort of walking around like I'm hot shit. Which is hard to do with a backpack, computer bag, purse and workout bag, but hey, I'm trying.

Dark Side of Drunk to come very soon--Gigi and I plan to revisit Jimmy's Irish Lair. Wheee!

Couple of new ones on Overheard.

The Daily Dish 04.19.09

I. HATE. Tailgaters. (Not the parties before football games, but those people who ride my ass while I'm driving.)

Also, studying for exams is not my favorite thing ever. I would like a lobotomy please, preferably getting a brain from someone who knows everything about my classes this semester. The other night a classmate said accusingly: "You READ for class, DON'T YOU." Yes, yes, I am a huge nerd. I do. I read every single f'in case. That does NOT mean I know anything.

Dark Side of Drunk treat for you here.

The Daily Dish 03.30.09

So I think I am finally over that damn time change. So, here's what's been going on with me:

A quick trip to Austin over Spring Break resulted in a *teensy* little fracas outside a club on Sixth Street. Basically, 5-foot-nothing Shakira tried to be a bodyguard. Cops were involved. No one went to jail. Wheee!

If you are looking for the next Dark Side of Drunk, fear not, because I am headed back up to Austin for one more blowout before I settle down for finals. Ah, who am I kidding? I'm not going to settle down and study until I really, really, REALLY have to.

To tide you over, however, I can tell you that I went out with some ladies from work the other night. Settling into our first drinks of the evening, we noticed a group near us was, like, REALLY loud. Nine glasses of pinot grigio and three chocolate martinis later, we realized we were, er, just as loud. In fact, probably louder.

Following the girls' happy hour, I went to the Hilton Hotel bar and drank Tito's until closing time. Dude, who closes down the hotel bar? ME!

In other news, GWH and I have a rodent in our house. We haven't yet seen it. We have, however, seen and HEARD evidence of its existence. Basically, I have become utterly terrified of my own pantry.

Aaaaand the 'Lude keeps trying to die. Oh no, no, no, 'Lude. Not yet. I need you for ONE MORE YEAR. So happy birthday, my rusty little 11-year-old. If you give me one more year, then I will let you retire. BUT NOT A MOMENT SOONER!

Love,
Shakira

The Daily Dish 03.08.09

Acccck! Where has the time gone--LITERALLY? I know it's been a whole month since I posted on the site but last night they stole a damn hour from me. I HATE this time change. And so I was awakened this morning at 10 a.m. or 11 a.m. or who the hell knows what time by some guy WEED-EATING outside. The hell? Isn't this whole time change business about how late you can stay outside? GO WEED EAT AFTER DINNER, FOOL. Some of us are sleeping off hangovers.

I also found a cat drawing and "Jesus Does Not Save" written on my grocery list. Somebody--me!--was into the wine last night.

And a question: If you KNOW that you're crazy, are you actually crazy? Do crazy people think, "Yep, I'm certifiable; totally bat-shit!" Because I know I'm crazy, so perhaps it's not as bad as I think.

Or maybe it's worse.

The latest DSOD here and a couple new ones on Overheard.

The Daily Dish 02.01.09

I finally joined Facebook. GWH joined because he was feeling the pressure, and then he wanted to link to me so that we could be engaged on the site. And Gigi said she barely has time to answer email, but she can sometimes post to Facebook. So with a giant sigh and a much trepidation, I joined as well.

But I don't get it. I suppose part of the problem is my apparently antiquated definition of a friend. To me, a friend is someone I can talk to. Someone with whom I drink, talk and laugh. It's about driving 400 miles so that my friend can cry on my shoulder after being dumped. So when Facebook asks me if I want to add someone as a "friend," I consider my relationship with that person and I think, "Can I add them as acquaintance instead?"

It seems to me that Facebook is a fraud: trying to pass off "social networking" as being more connected, when we're actually less connected. Look how lazy we've become. All the effort we can muster for our "friends" is a sentence typed on someone's virtual wall? If we really cared, wouldn't we pick up the phone or type them an email? Or hey, how about a really antiquated notion--write them a real letter?

I've written about this before--what's the point of telling all 600 of your "friends" that right now at this very moment you are making a sandwich? Updating your status or checking on everyone else's status is taking the place of actually living our lives. And the wild abandon with which people post everything is shocking to me. What's really going on with Facebook is a thinly veiled cyber-stalking, and strangely, everyone is totally cool with it.

*******

Meanwhile, while walking across campus the other day:

This girl says to her boyfriend, "I know you don't like to plan things, but I was just wondering have you thought about Valentine's Day?  I was just picking out the cutest outfit and I'm so excited." The boyfriend, of course, has no response.

This just cracked me up. Why does every man have an inability to plan? I myself have probably had that same non-conversation about a million times.

*******

Breck stories here.

The Daily Dish 01.11.09

Back from my ski trip but had to write my notes in code because of a certain snoopy neighbor at the bar. So until I figure out what those say, no Dark Side of Drunk for you.

The Daily Dish 12.29.08

Another year is almost complete. Gigi and I used to come up with slogans for years--like the time we said "A**holes no more in 2004" in celebration of our breakups. We were hoping to change the tide. So, we need something for 2009. Is it any real coincidence that wine ryhmes with nine? Like, "Drinking more wine in 2009!" Or perhaps it should be "I am fine in 2009." I encourage you to come up with your own and celebrate.

There are a couple of new things to read on Overheard. Also, more brain cell-killing here: Holidaze, Part III.

The Daily Dish 12.19.08

Three semesters down, three to go. Holy cow. I am 1/2 of a lawyer. Well, there's the teensy little issue of the bar exam, but in the grand tradition of Scarlett O'Hara, I won't think about that today. I'll think about that tomorrow. (More like several tomorrows.)

My final exam marked my birthday--and also--the day I officially turned old. I had four glasses of wine to celebrate, and the hangover is going on approximately 12 hours now. Dear Lord, these things are getting harder and harder.

The Daily Dish 12.05.08

Accckk--so sorry. My head cold went away, but then Thanksgiving rolled around, and then I started studying--oh, who am I kidding? You and I both know I'm not studying. Currently I'm listening to new iTunes purchases and surfing the 'Net. At least at the end of the road, I can say law school taught me something: how to procrastinate!

I did go out last weekend with El Dilector. I can't report a whole lot of scandal or madness, but Boots did tell one of El Dilector's favorite waitresses that he is sweet on her. She promptly told El Dilector: "Whatever; you have like 6 girlfriends." This was funny to all observers except for El D himself.

In other news, my birthday is coming up, and I offically would like to start going backwards. Either that or I would like GWH to permit me to get Restalyne injections.

Bangle bracelets are cute, but very loud when no less than three women wear them in a open cube office environment. I'm just saying.

Lastly, I would like to lodge a complaint against a local radio station for their story about long engagements. According to these three DJs, a long engagement means you don't want to marry that person. I guess the idea is that you should be engaged for less than a year. They asked people to call in and tell their long engagement story. First they ripped on some girl for being engaged for a year and not having a firm date set, and then when they found out she was 23, they TOLD HER TO SLOW DOWN. Get your story straight, crackheads. What's up with the judgment? One girl called in and explained that her mother was engaged for a long time before her second marriage. God forbid someone be GUNSHY after it didn't work out the first time. One of the DJs actually said, "Why did she accept the ring?" It was judgmental and annoying, especially for the girl who is planning to wait until January 2012. How about you're poor and in law school and would rather NOT settle for getting married at the JP in August? Huh? Didya think about that?

The Daily Dish 11.18.08

Currently battling a nasty cold, so bear with me, but here's what I've got:

Sarah Palin. Did you not get the memo? Get. Off. My. TV.

The CW: best network ever. But below, a couple of observations/confusion--straight from my cold-addled brain:

One Tree Hill. I am a couple of eps behind (they are on the TiVo, so never fear) but I just finished the ep in which Peyton goes to see her half-brother graduate from the Marines--er, or something. So, I remember this guy, but wasn't he supposed to be Ellie's kid? Her real mom? And he's, um, black. So I always figured he was Ellie's kid via Ellie's hookup with some black dude somewhere along the line. In the ep they talk about their rocker dad Mick and how he's known him for a long time. The writers must be on crack, because if this guy is a product of Ellie and Mick, he would not be black. Duh. And Peyton didn't know that Mick was her dad (even though the entire viewing audience did). Wouldn't her brother have told her when they first hooked up?

Also, I know that the actress who plays Brooke has this naturally scratchy voice that's supposedly all sexy and everything, but I swear to God lately she sounds like she's getting over bronchitis or something. Is she playing it up for the show? Does she really sound that scratchy?

Gossip Girl. Again--forgive me, I am behind, BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO JENNY? Her bangs are super long so that she can't see and she's wearing this god-awful black eye makeup. She looks like Ashlee Simpson and she is SO much better than that.

Parking. Hey, people on campus: I know parking sucks and you are tempted to just "make up" a parking space so you can get to class. Maybe you think you're being creative. Well, you know why parking is limited to designated areas marked off with the white paint? BECAUSE OTHERWISE OTHER DRIVERS CAN'T NAVIGATE THROUGH THE LOT. Namely, one of those other drivers would be ME. Please park legally, jackass. I need to get to class too, and sometimes I hoof it 20 minutes to get there, because I am forced to park in a real space in a lot far away. No, it's NOT convenient. But that's life in the big city, jackass. And if your car winds up getting hit because you crammed it into a space that wasn't really a parking space, don't say I didn't warn you. Jackass.

Dancing. Last weekend found me at Molotov again, dancing yet again....with a guy who had a broken leg and STILL managed to keep up with me if not outdo me. Am I losing my touch?

The Daily Dish 11.09.08

VICTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot describe how happy I am to see Obama win. And decisively, too.

You know what one of the best things about it is? No more Sarah Palin on my TV in the morning. Go back to Alaska and stay there, lady. Wheee!

The Daily Dish 11.02.08

No, I DO NOT want to talk about what happened last night in Lubbock.

I have a new Dark Side of Drunk post here.

Regarding Halloween: what is up with the girls who use it as an excuse to dress up as a sexy cat, devil, cop, nurse, teacher? If you want to dress sexy, just dress that way all the time. I'd respect you more for it than I do watching you come up with these ridiculous costumes. Grow up. God.

The Daily Dish 10.19.08

What an interesting time in life: Britney Spears has actually pulled off that comeback she has threatened for so long, a black man is about to ascend to the presidency, and the Texas Longhorns are playing the best football since 2005--or perhaps ever. I know it's a strange combination of things to ponder, but that's what's on my mind right now.

It's Sunday night and I'm listening to "Womanizer" while updating the site. I think Britney is bat shit crazy and probably not the brightest bulb in the drawer, but the girl is undoutedly talented. Hell, I download her music despite my better judgment. (She keeps coming up with these catchy tunes!) And she looks amazing in her new video. It's a testament to having the right people and enough money probably more than anything. But how has she held on to those things during her tumultuous past couple of years? I'm telling you, the girl is a freakin' superstar. I am a teensy bit jealous. Hey Brit--can I borrow your makeup and hair people for a day? If they can make you look that good, I bet I could look pretty hot myself.

And then today I listened to the talking heads dissect Colin Powell's endorsement of Barack Obama, and heard that McCain conceded the popular vote, and I thought, "This is really happening, isn't it?" I sat in front of the TV in 2000 and 2004 and watched with as my candidates lost, feeling like we as a country were also lost. Now, perhaps it's my turn to win. Me and the millions of grass roots supporters who are inspired and excited by the pure awesome-ness that is Barack Obama. Please, universe, let us win this one. I--we--need it.

And so with that, I can hardly ask for more. But it looks like the Longhorns are getting serious about a national championship run. I am always telling GWH to be confident and not arrogant, and responds by saying that's a pretty thin line. And it's true. But he and our buddies yesterday were putting us into the Big XII title game and then on to the National Championship before the first quarter was over! We still have some tough opponents to face. We've embarrassed Oklahoma State three times in a row, barely snatching a victory from the jaws of defeat. And they're pretty darn good. Also--I do NOT want to go to Lubbock to play Texas Tech, who is also angry. Ughh....season is a little bit over halfway done, and I am pleased as punch with our team. But I'm almost watching both my Horns and the election with my hands over my eyes, peeking through my fingers.....

Obama '08 and HOOK 'EM!

The Daily Dish 10.12.08

The Red River Shoot Out: Ow, My Head

A group of law students has gathered to watch the game.  Some of them are from GWH’s school and some are from mine.  It’s a beautiful bonding experience brought to you by vodka, tequila, Everclear and chicken.  Yes, you read that right: chicken.  The Longhorns are down almost immediately, but an order of chicken wings produces a big score.  My new friend JW goes to the bar, reporting back that he almost made a huge mistake and ordered beef nachos, switching at the last minute to chicken.  Whew.

It also seems that when Feather goes to the bathroom and we have the ball, we score.  We’re perplexed: if she goes to the bathroom while OU has the ball, will it cause the Sooners to fumble?  Sure enough, we’re into a hazy (for me) fourth quarter when OU loses the ball just 60 seconds after she returns from a bathroom break.

Mom texts me that she thinks the OU quarterback is cute.  This cracks me up.

Ooooh time for tequila.

And then, after our hard work, Texas has put the win in the bag, and the group of us sings a decidedly off-key version of “The Eyes of Texas,” finishing with a jello shot. 

I text Davito: “Holy cow.”

"No,” he writes back, “Holy chicken.”

*******

That 11 a.m. kickoff is hurty in my brain.  Thank God for a 7 p.m. next week—brought to you again by more vodka and tequila.  Now that the Longhorns are ranked number one, our “little table that could” has more work to do. See you then!

The Daily Dish 09.21.08

Wheee! The power is back on! I have never been so happy to feel cold A/C in my life. Here are some activities that can be enjoyed without electricity:

1. Sleeping
2. Pedicure by flashlight
3. Reading by flashlight
4. Eating dry foodstuffs from the pantry
5. Text messaging (if phone is charged)
6. Drinking (warm margaritas, anyone?)
7. Playing Brain Age and Sudoku (if DS is charged)

*******

What is up with people who think the public bathroom is a private place to have emotional conversations, or cell phone conversations? In the last month, I have witnessed at least five of said conversations. It's really awkward walking into the bathroom to pee and finding some chick crying while talking on her cell phone. Find a stairwell or something.

The Daily Dish 09.16.08

Okay, Hurricane Ike--you finally got me. I was sure I was going to escape all hurricane threats, but not so much. Stupid hurricane took something precious: electricity! It's rather frightening that we are so inept without power, but there it is. I want my power back! This will be my last update until it comes back on so please cross your fingers for me. However precious electricity is to me, it cannot compare to GWH, and he and I are both safe so that's what matters. Kisses.

The Daily Dish 09.07.08