I’m not entirely sure, but I think there’s an excellent chance I hit on the Moobert last night. And possibly the Kat.

::cough cough ahem::

Yeah… drinking and skyping don’t mix all that well people, particularly at 2AM after you’ve had a shitty day and a massive quantity of liquor.

I’m thinking of a PSA about it…

A couple of weeks ago E graduated from college and I went out with her and a bunch of her friends that night. One of her “friends” had a cousin who came down from Canada and he and I hit it off. A good dancer and a really funny guy, we spent most of the evening talking in French and discussing electrical engineering (his major). I thought nothing of it. It was a fun night, everyone had a good time and he and I agreed if I was ever in Montreal, we’d go for a drink. He’s one of those people you’ll still know in 20 years—a friend.

I found out a couple of days ago that his cousin (E’s friend) was for some reason pissed at me (varying reasons have been given—mainly that I took some attention off her because her cousin and I were talking) and because of that, lied to everyone there and said that I have Hep C.

What now, you say? Why? What would be the point of saying that?

I have no idea. She knew I had been sick earlier this year and she knew the real reason, but instead, she decided to get back at me for getting more attention than her (not really, she made sure she was at the center of it all) and thought that was the best way.

Not that having Hep C defines a person, but the way she made it sound is that not only do I have it, but I want to a) give it to people and b) am still doing whatever it was I did to get it in the first place.

Her cousin has been emailing me and he finally asked me about it. I was stunned.

Mainly, I guess, because I’ve never really been the target of something like that. I tend to make good friends, smart friends, friends who are actually friends, and it floored me that anyone would lie like that about someone else—particularly someone they don’t know. What’s the point of that?

I watched Coach Carter the other night… the movie is good, not great, but decent. However there’s a speech a student gives and I found it gave me some perspective.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?

Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.

It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

—Marianne Williamson

I woke up this morning to the sound of a marching band outside my window

Do you know what’s worse than being woken up by the neighbors at 9AM on your day off? Being woken up by 30 kids crashing cymbals and banging drums. It’s just so much worse.

I got back from MN last night. Unfortunately, due to time constraints and such, I was unable to meet the infamous Moobert—so sad—but since it looks like there’s a 90 percent chance I’ll be moving that direction in a month or so, no worries.

I’m no longer that cranky about it. Granted, I don’t want to move, but Minneapolis isn’t that bad at all. There’s Uptown, with it’s sushi places, outdoor cafes and MAC store, the suburbs with their lakes and coffee shops and the job, which appears to be ten times better than the one I have now—always a good thing.

And the people are rather interesting… or rather, they’ll make for excellent blog fodder. 😉

I got into a conversation with a guy who hates all condiments (ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, etc.) and we began arguing over what is, and what is not, a condiment.

“So you hate peanut butter?”

“No I love peanut butter. It’s not a condiment, it’s a spread.”

“What? That’s BS, it’s a condiment. It goes on something to eat it—bread, celery, etc.”

“Not a condiment.”

“What about salad dressing?”

“That’s not a condiment either.”

“Yes it is!”

We went back and forth with this for quite some time, lol.

So I looked it up. And, according to the dictionary (take that asshat :P), a condiment is: “A substance, such as a relish, vinegar, or spice, used to flavor or complement food.”

Therefore, according to the dictionary, I’m right. 🙂 🙂

Salad dressing and peanut butter and soy sauce… all condiments.

What say you readers? What’s a condiment? Is there a difference between condiments and spreads?

I’ve been sitting here for five minutes trying to come up with something to write about, LOL. Mainly because two people in my life (and yes, you know who you are..:P) harass me to post constantly, and also because I’m sitting in a random hotel room working (on my day off..) and I just really don’t want to.

(It looks like G is getting out of the hospital today… they think it was a virus of some kind.)

So I had an interview today. I’m not really going to elaborate simply because a) some of the people who work there read this :P, b) I don’t really have a lot to say about it and c) I’m still processing. It went well, I scored OK on the test (shut it Yeti boy) and in general I like the company. There’s a possibility that if I do get hired, I’d be moved to the NYC office.. which kinda made my day.

I don’t dislike it here… I just miss certain things. Water, for one (and no, lakes don’t count), coffee shops on every corner (Tried the Caribou.. um, not impressed. They botched my iced doppio very badly.) and the quiet. It’s really quiet where I live… then again, NYC isn’t quiet, but at least I can get sushi at 3AM.

So there’s a slight possibility that this will be where I end up. That being said, I’m starting a list. It’s got to have the best and closest things to where I’ll be… sushi, yoga, coffee, bars, nail salon, waxing, etc. 🙂

I know Moo can help with some, but I checked his blog again and I didn’t see any real evidence that he was a drag queen, and therefore he will not know where to get waxed and get my nails done. Right Moo? ;P

I got a cute email from Monster.com this morning… telling me about a job that fits my search criteria, and would be a good fit, etc.

The job?

The. one. I. have. now.

They’ve posted for new me, lol.

I actually don’t know if I’m allowed to mention this in cyberspace, but I’m going to anyway. G wasn’t feeling well so he’s in the hospital hooked to IVs—apparently he’s severely dehydrated. They won’t let him talk much, so I’m kinda unclear about what’s going on altogether.

Anyone else who reads this/knows me, 2006 is not the banner year for us. Be warned now.

Send happy thoughts West.

So airport security took my lighter and the guy sitting behind me just told someone he was in Boston… um, we aren’t. Should I tell him? Does he really think this dinky airport is Logan?

When I checked in, I got an option to pay $15 for an aisle seat closer to the front… I paid it. When did that crap start?

My flight hasn’t started boarding yet and it’s supposed to take off in twenty minutes… I’m a little concerned.

Oh and too make matters even more fun, I get the joy of working tomorrow—even though I technically have the day off.

Only nine days left… but who’s counting?

My dad took almost 2100 pictures when my parents were in Israel. At three weeks, that makes around 100 pictures a day… and knowing my dad, we’re going to get to see all of them.

Now this would be OK if there weren’t a) multiple shots of the same thing, b) multiple shots of his thumb obscuring the camera and c) shots of the signs of the places they were at (so he didn’t have to write it down you see). Mmhmm… oh the joy that slideshow is going to be.

He was telling me all about this the other night as I fussed and mumbled over an Excel spreadsheet that told me I need a job in two months, or I’d have to forego vodka—the sacrilege—and other necessities, like sushi. I came to this realization after I priced how much it’s going to cost me to hire movers (do. not. ask.), how much gas is going to cost me if I move more than 1000 miles from here (gas prices STILL rising) and how much I’ll need in the bank for snafus.

Then my mom got on the line and reminded me of my most important problem—health insurance. I have to convince whoever hires me to put me on insurance ASAP so that I don’t have a break in coverage. There’s a very slim (in my head, nonexistent) chance I might get sick again, so a “preexisting condition” would screw me royally. I love healthcare. 😛

On a brighter note, I have an interview in NYC for a very interesting position. (Which of course made me realize I’d have to get rid of my Jeep—ugh). And tomorrow I leave for the midwest for a few days.

Which, oddly enough, is experiencing 80 degree weather while ours is in the 60s.

So I got home at 7 this morning… 🙂 There was drinking… there was dancing… there was all sorts of good times. 😉

After we all slept off the evening this afternoon, we went to dinner.

As we were finishing up, a mumble went around the restaurant about something going on outside. It had been raining a bit and now the sun was shining and lo and behold, two complete rainbows were stretching across the sky.

It was really an interesting sight… people were walking out of restaurants, pulling their cars over and pointing up at the sky. I felt like I was in the middle of Independence Day and the aliens had just flown their ship above the city.

The one difference was that everyone was smiling—real smiles, ones that reached their eyes—and camera phones were clicking away.

It was a nice end to a really relaxing weekend. 🙂

Does the title say enough? Mmhmm, probably not.

A couple of months ago my landlord bought herself a new HP Pavilion.

Last night, their cat threw up on the keyboard.

This morning, the hard drive.. well, I don’t have a clue what the hell happened to it, lol.

She called me this afternoon and I went downstairs. The screen looked like DOS—black, blinking cursor, etc. I kept getting a “Reboot disk failure” message and a “Symantec needs to run a such and such.”

After hitting F1 and F10 and getting no response, I called the 1 800 number. Fat lot of good that did. An hour with tech support in India and not only is the hard drive still kaput, but now there are people in India who hate me. Why? Well… OK, seriously, if you think you can understand a heavily-accented person who’s speed talking you through running a Self-Test on an unfamiliar computer, while the landlord’s husband is talking in heavily-accented English about stupid outsourcing, then FEEL FREE to come on over.

So yeah, long day.

I’m going drinking now. 🙂