The Blackout

Goodness. It's been a while since I've posted. I'm just going to go ahead and pretend that someone other than me reads this blog. And I would like to extend an apology to all you imaginary readers for my laziness in posting.

Moving on. I've been absolutely obsessed with Confessions of a Pioneer Woman. If you have a few days to devote to reading her absolutely hysterical/heart warming/envy creating stories, please check out the link in the sidebar. And her story about meeting her husband, Black Heels to Tractor Wheels, is totally swoon-worthy. I can't get enough.

Besides that, I've been preparing to start my new job on Nov 26th. And by "preparing" I mean "doing nothing". Well, I've been thinking about it (that's mentally preparing, right?) And I've let the Bar know that I won't be working anything but weekends soon.

Man, Saturday's game. What a night. What a GAME! GO DAWGS! I've never seen this town whipped into such a frenzy. The energy in the crowd was tangible... and I'm talking about the Bar! I don't like going to games, but I'm sorry I missed that one. Well, not too terribly sorry because I made buckets of money, but hell, I earned it. There is nothing quite like drunken frat boys screaming JAGERBOMB at you because they saw a douchebag on YouTube do it and thought it must be cool if it's online. I survived and went home satisfied and slightly drunk.

Saturday reminded me why I love this town. In spite of all the drunken frat boys, the fist fights outside the Bar, traffic so bad that it took 30 minutes to get through 2 stoplights, I love Game Days. There was so much energy in the air, it was electric. I could have worked all night... There was no way I was getting tired. I'll miss working in the bar... I'm going to try to write a play or a screenplay about it. We'll see. I absolutely hated writing screenplays in school and my head is so full of ideas, it seems there's no way they'll be able to get out. Only one thing to do, right? Try it.

And so I will. Not today though. Last night I spent my pent up energy on way too much beer and jager. And my boyfriend... but I'm pretty sure he was happy about that. ;) Now I'm going to nurse my hangover and try not to puke as I read some more... days like this I wish I still had cable.

And now I would like to thank my imaginary readers for taking the time to explore the crap I keep in my head.

And I'm out.