Chattanooga Crawl

Hogan and I have been the Downtown Drunkards the past few weekends. Two weeks ago, I was the total Waste Case. That Sat night, we started by splitting 2 pitchers of LITs from Mellow Mushroom. We sat out on the patio and saw lots of ER folks. My bro and his friends. Warren and his girl. Jared and his leading lady. Tom and David drove down and joined us. We walked to Big River...to Hair of the Dog. At Tmac, I had 1.5 Hurricanes (David spilt my first one). Hogan and I had Sex with an Alligator...which we ordered as a shot, but was served in a big ole martini glass. Unfortunately, there was a wedding party out on the patio with us...and the groomsmen insisted we drank our Alligators as shots. Buddy helped me out by tipping my glass up while I drank. LoL. Thanks. We also joined the TMac Passport Club? I don't know. Some sort of beer reward card. Buck Wheezy was next on the list of places to visit. And if my memory serves me well, we enjoyed Redheaded Sluts upstairs at Buck Wild...and then ended the night downstairs with WFAs...Whitney Fucking Andrews. Those were the death of me. Haha at some point during the night, I apparently decided I liked boys with tattoos and tounge rings? I don't know. Ask Heather. We had some drunken conversation. I was responsible and called my brother to come pick me up. He arrived. I passed out in his car. He took pictures of me passed out with her camera phone. Gotta love siblings. I slept on his couch. Apparently, my drunken swagger was quite amusing as I tried to walk up to his apartment. He told me all about it the next morning. Even demonstrated for me. Oh, and the best part. I had to be at Kelly's graduation the next day. Hahaha. That was interesting. I got to play the infamous game "What Floor of the Parking Garage Did I Park?" Basically (wearing last night's clothes keep in mind), I rode the elevator to each floor of the Bijou...and would stick my head out of the elevator doors and look around. No car? Next floor. I was parked on the 5th floor. Lol. I did make it to Kel's graduation. Between my rough late night look and then Lindsey showing up covered with hickeys, we were some classy ladies at graduation. AND Tony's Pasta afterwards. LoL.

Well. Last weekend, Hogan was the drunkard. We met my bro, my Brazilian bro, Justin Perry, and Daniel at Mellow Mushroom for dinner and drinks (haha even though Daniel, Hogan, and I could only drink). Hogan drank a good pitcher and a half herself. I took it easy. Didn't wanna recap of the weekend before. Daniel, Hogan, and I went to Rhythm and Brews afterwards for some Velcro Pigmy action. Hogan LOVED them. "Its Fucking Captain Jack Sparrow!!!" Hogan yelled, referring to the bass player for Vel Pig. After a good hour or so, Daniel headed to Buck Wheezy. We stayed and enjoyed the show for awhile. Decided it was time to go try out our new passport cards. Tom and David met us at TMac. We tried different kinds of beer (I actually like SOME of their beer...only the stuff that doesn't really taste like beer). Hogan insisted on trying the Doggy Style beer...it was literally a beer named something-something Doggy Style. "It tastes like ASS!!!" Hogan slurred. What do you expect??? Its Doggy Style beer. A few 3 or 4 beers later, Hogan decided she wanted to dance. To Buck Wild we went. Met up with Daniel again. He got Hogan a shot. Then, bought us both Vodka and Red Bulls. LoL. On the dance floor, Hogan was using me as a stripper pole. LoL I was trying to hold her up...and dance with either Daniel or some brotha behind me...all while wearing heels. I rock. After awhile, we decided to head back to TMac with Tom and David. Everyone closed their tabs and we started the journey back to my car. LoL Hogan was TRASHED. She managed to pull her top shirt off, wave it over her head, and run diagonally across the road. Who needs crosswalks? LoL then she got to one side of the Bijou and yanked her pants down to moon us all. Tom ran after her yelling, "Baby...BABY!!! Pull your pants up!!!" HAHAHAHA!!! Then, she ran up the parking ramp to get to my car on the second floor. David and I were like, elevator? Yes please. When we met at my car, Hogan was sprawled across the hood of my car, pants half buttoned. Tom was holding her purse. She only got in my car after promising her Krystals. Tom and David headed back to their car. As I drove down the parking garage ramp, Hogan yelled, "STOP THE CAR!!!" Omg. Thought she was going to puke. I slammed on the brakes. She hops out of my car...pants still half unzipped...and roundhouse kicks a garbage can "HAIII YAH!!!" Mother of God. I yelled at her. She just giggled and ran back to my car. We met the guys back at Hogan and Tom's apt. Apparently as they walked back to their car from the Bijou, Tom and David climbed to the roof of the Sports Barn, took pictures of the Chatt skyline, and then stole a small satelite dish as a momento. LoL. They were covered in dirt and grease. Tom put Heather to bed. David and I pulled out the air mattress and watched V for Vendetta. And Tom and Heather's kitten, Disel, slept on my neck.

Where Have I Been?

The past few months I have fallen off the Blogger radar. Between moving and fighting with my wireless internet, I admit...I've been slacking. But, I believe I'm back!!! LoL. The mere thought of attempting to catch my blog up to date...makes me want to lay my head on the desk and grumble. Let's see what I can do:

> I have moved into a new apartment, which I like very much. My roomie and I get along. I have the place to myself for the most part (I seem to room with girls involved in serious relationships). Even though we've been living in Apt 132 for about a month now, I still have boxes to unpack. Desperately need a computer desk. The people in charge of the apartment complex make me smile. Any notices/updates/information/flyers get taped to our front door. LoL wow, am I not already used to that??? At least these people are polite and professional...and not bitchy and psycho. :oD

> I hate my car. Well. I hate the people that "fix" my car. After all that car drama a few months ago, I thought I was in the clear. Not so much. My car battery died a few weeks ago. Dead. Died. Dead'r n'shit. Warren and I took my car to the usual car place. I told them: 1) The battery is donesky. Had to jump my car off just to make it here 2) Speedometer is not working anymore 3) All my warning lights come on when I go over any bump 4) While the Buick is in the shop, go ahead and change the oil. I'll come back in a few days. Peace out. I drove my mom's car. Pimping in the Pontiac. A week goes by, they finally call to say the Buick is ready. Mom goes and picks it up. I meet her at Magoo's to exchange cars. As I try to start up my car...nothing. Not turning over. No radio coming on. Nothing. What the HAY-NAY??? Sooo. My parents jump off the Buick again. Take her BACK to the car place. Come to find out, the 'TARDS only fixed the sensor that kept turning my warning lights on. They didn't change the oil/check out the battery/nada. My dad asks me if I told them to check out everything in the Buick. Uh SHA. Yet again, the car people keep the Buick for a week. The final verdict: battery connector things were worn off, the front axle was bent on the drivers side, and something else I didn't understand. What pisses me off...the bent axle and such? All probably from my MF'ing wreck. All could have been fixed MONTHS back when I told the insurance car people that my car did not feel right. Dad's not a happy camper w/our insur people. :o/

Life Too Short to be Sad?

Playing around on MySpace tonight, I came across this blog. Definitely felt like I could relate to some degree.

"Life just sucks. A very great guy once said 'Life's too short to be sad.' But when things suck and people you make you cry, what else is there to do but be sad? Guys confuse me, always have. You think you find a good one, pretty sure of it too. He's nice to you and treats you with respect. All of a sudden, things go downhill real quick. Just when you're floating on Cloud 9. And then you're left there saying to yourself "What the fuck?' I thought I was finally ready for a serious relationship, but things changed apparently before I knew it. I'm tried of putting myself out there, over and over, and getting hurt everytime. It gets old, and I'm tired of crying. I have just sat here thinking about what I want in a guy, and obviously my expectations are too high. But look at what assholes I've dated. Haha. I want somebody who trusts me, who can make me a better person, who can get me to open up to them, who I can have fun and laugh with, who opens doors for me, who tells me how they feel, who I feel I possibly couldn't live without, who makes me feel alive, who holds me and I feel safe, and who kisses me and everything in the world is ok. But for now, Im just going to give up until a guy gives me a good enough reason to give him half a chance...
There is this little speech thing on the movie Chasing Amy, and it is just the most beautiful thing I think I've ever heard. And this is so unrealistic, but I want somebody to tell me this...
Alyssa: Why are we stopping?
Holden: Because I can't take this.
Alyssa: Can't take what?
Holden: I love you.
Alyssa: You love me?
Holden: I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know... I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.
I guess things will get better for me with time, maybe I really will find a "great guy." PS- The person that said "Lifes too short to be sad." is the one that hurt me I have no choice but to wait this whole thing out I guess.