Talk The Talk

So this is what's happened since Friday:

Friday-
-go to a huge wine tasting expo with 1 out of 6 housemates and his girlfriend
-get hella tipsy at said expo
-walk to Ritz Coney to grab a hotdog
-make fun of people who wait in line to get into bars
-thank God for having friends who have VIP status
-get picked up by another housemate who drives all three of us back to the house
-realize that it is only ten thirty pm
-put cash in pocket and walk down to my bar for some Bud Lights
-get to bar and behave by not talking to anyone but the doorman and the bartender
-laugh on the inside because both men know my name
-stare at music videos on the screen and avoid eye contact
-walk back to the house and crawl in bed
Saturday-
-get up and go to work
-dress like a Ralph Lauren ad to make up for still being a little tipsy
-look good at work and have a successful day
-go directly to bar from work, do not collect two hundred dollars
-encourage housemate on first night of bar tending, order drinks to support
-thank God for giving me a housemate who is now a bar tender
-get back to house, get angry at iTunes for no longer working on my laptop
-go to bed
Sunday-
-get to work looking like a before picture
-get through open to close at work
-get through two hour long mandatory meeting after work
-ask God why the holidays suck ass nowadays
-realize that I will be working a twelve hour shift on black friday
-calm myself down by knowing that Desperate Housewives is being TiVoed
-get back to house and cook amazing blue cheese pasta with red gravy
-go to bed early because work starts at seven AM
-have exciting dream where God says to be a personal trainer
-and that embracing heritage and ancestor culture is much needed
Monday-
-go to work
-get through work looking freshly shaven and care free
-start to make mental work out plan for myself to get back to the body I had
-go to class
-design tattoo for me while sitting in class
-stop at grocers on way home and get pizza ingredients
-spend next two hours preparing and chopping and baking two delicious pizzas
-listen to Rosemary Clooney, Dean Martin, Lady Gaga, and Madonna in the kitchen
-thank God that all four people were/are alive and that they sing to me
-burn my arm on the oven, but don't care, this pizza is worth it
-enjoy said pizza with Amaretto and Schweppes
-thank God for living and for baking
-sit in the kitchen nook and type this while feeding housemates
-tonight, light a candle and thank God for my friggin life

Why It Truly Is The Grand Life

I am on the third day of a five day birthday celebration. I requested off from work and emailed my prof's telling them not to expect me. This week and the coming holiday weekend are strictly devoted to fun and festivities. I think I can safely safe I have been to about eighty percent of the bars in this city. I already had a handle on when to go where on what night, but now I am seeing what bar is known for what drink(s). And I haven't had to pay for anything. It's fantastic. These past few days have been tremendous. Going out at night and not coming home till the early morning. Sleeping until linner time. Walking to the Bell to get some tacos. Or having Jimmy's bring the sammich right to my front door. Reading one of the new books that were gifted to me for my birthday. Or watching the movie I bought with my gift cards. I strongly recommend "The Holiday", it's really got something--or someone--for all who watch it. So besides all the new fantastic drinks, I have once again realized I'm the luckiest basterd around here. My friends are the greatest people who ever lived, and they really all deserve awards. I know I'm swept away in a tide of endorphins, smiles, and Amaretto and OJ's; but I really do know some of the coolest, most genuine, people around. And I strongly looking forward to all the future dinner's, bar crawls, and late night drinking story times that will come along. Also, I had the best of luck when it came to who rang me up or took my order on my actual birthday day. The boy at the Bell was so punk-rock-Armani it was captivating. I nearly invited to meet us at the bar later that same night. And then the boy at Meijer was a skinny version of Chris Evans! It really is the Grand Life. So now I'm sitting in the kitchen nook, waiting for Jimmy's to deliver my country club sammich, after having watched a good two hours of Absolutely Fabulous episodes on YouTube, recovering from last nights events and building up energy (and PR) for tonight's events. Reading "Everything I Ate" by Tucker Shaw, a gift my sweetheart Amy, and browsing through "The Cocktail Bible" a gift from Andrew's sweetheart Carolyn. I rather like this whole birthday thing, a boy could get use to this. But I do know once November begins it's back to work, I can't get all my drinks for free.....or can I? Oh! My sammich is here now. More to come later.