23 is Looking Sweet

First post at 23 and I'm already slacking, oh well let's just say 23 is off to a running start that is pretty damn good to say the least. I don't wan to give away too many details, cause we all know I don't kiss and blog, but unexpected things have happened in a great way.

On Saturday night Liz and I went and saw SATC, which was really good by the way. If you didn't watch the show though I don't really know how into one would be, ya know? However, Liz and I are avid fans and considering SATC was my saving grace for oh about 6 months in 2007 it was nice to check in with the ladies who kept me occupied in my loft.

After the movie Liz and I headed to Q bar to meet up with some work peeps and we ended up meeting this kick ass girl, she was super cool. I drank way too much too fast and as soon as I knew it, I was literally falling to the ground, dizzy, and out of my mind. Thank G-d for Jacob and Liz who took amazing care of my birthday drunk ass, even if I did end up sleeping in my smelly bra and jeans throwing jager up and proclaiming to anyone who would listen, "I'm NEVER DRINKING AGAIN!"

So yea my 23 year celebration was fun of what I can recall and it has only gotten better when the world stopped spinning and I was able to eat and keep anything but water down. Ready for some fun pics though? I am!

These are the super hot shoes I got from Llama and promptly began to fall all over myself in. So pretty!

Me and Liz before I got really sloppy, I know it isn't the best pic ever but it's the only one we have.

So there you have it kids, I would divulge more info but we know who reads this blog and that would just give them more than they should know currently. Everything is new and still trying to find it's course and I really don't want to jinx it. And who knows I may tell the world what is really going on and then *poof* it may go as quickly as it came. But I will say it brings a smile to my face daily and that's all that counts right?
Lots of love and good karma to all...

It's Like Camping Without the Fire

It's been a few days folks and my do I have some stuff to tell all of you.

On Saturday night I went and saw Kayne West in concert and it was hands down, the best concert I have ever seen. He is such a visionary and performer that he entrances all 30,000 people who were freezing their asses off. IT WAS SO COLD! No really, like freezing and I felt so bad for all the girls wearing shorts with tank top and flip-flops. Liz and I were bundled up and almost couldn't hang, if fact Jason and Ryan left because they were so cold even though Liz and I sacrificed the blanket to the boys.

Liz sumed it up in this one thought, "It's like all the really shitty parts of camping with out the warm fire." It was so true. Thank G-d for the fishy blanket.

If it was only twenty degrees warmer we would have has the time of our lives, but alas we put up with the tundra.
Don't we look cute?

That night after Liz went home, I picked up Adam at almost 3:00 am and we were both so crabby we just fought with one another; it wasn't pretty and he was "so wasted" he didn't remember anything. Oh well, we kissed and made up and I bought him breakfast on Sunday morning. Sunday night we had Adam's farewell dinner at Casa de Kat and Cliff and hung out for the rest of the night. Adam slept his last night over at my house and we were both so exhausted from the entire week of drinking too much wine, staying up until three every morning, and making sweet sweet love that we just passed out. Then Monday came and I had to pretend to be an adult with a job and bills and crap that it's been a rough transition.

I took Adam to the airport and we said our goodbye's and I was such a big girl and haven't cried yet. It's going to be a big shock coming home to an empty bed with no one telling me how much they hate me (he is kidding when he tells me that, he just doesn't want to tell me how much he hearts me). And what is really sad is that there are no pictures of Adam and I and all our fun adventures of this last week. I planned to make fun movies on my Mac, but it never happened. Oh well he will be back in a month.....

Wedding Blues

Saturday night I attended the wedding reception of Michelle, my bank teller, and Jere at the Officers Club located at Kirkland Air force Base. I couldn't attend the ceremony because I was stuck at the salon all day, but the reception started at six and I arrived at seven. Now I tell you the boring details because:

1. I was late
2. I was dateless
3. I didn't know anyone but Michelle and two other peeps who work at the bank

Now arriving late gave me limited seating possibilities due to the fact that there were no place cards. So me walking in late, having to stop to get gas in the ghetto wearing a hot black dress and four inch heels dressed way too cold realizing that I do in fact need a nice coat, and getting lost on base, lead me to have to sit with complete strangers since the other two peeps table was full. Walking in late and cold, I scanned the room to see that the only table that wasn't empty was filled with couples who clearly knew one another. Now anyone who truly knows me, knows that I rarely have a problem making friends with complete strangers at any given moment, but I felt intimidated and cursed myself for letting myself show up without someone.

I sat down, we exchanged names and I learned that they were work friends of the groom. We made pleasant conversation you know the obligatory "Oh the venue is so nice, the colors really work well together" "The bride is beautiful" "Look how tossed the groom's aunt is" "The food is actually good" and so on. Now usually I am the great wedding guest- I always get them something from their registry, cry at all the emotional moments, dance both the Chicken Dance and the Electric Slide, and raise my glass and clink with the best of them. However this time was different and I don't really know why. Sitting in the beautiful room surrounded by celebratory energy, I felt more alone than I have for months. I had no one to dance with and no one even asked me to. I was all dressed up with no prospectives on the horizons. But there were really no cute single boys there anyway. What's up with that?

So I stayed until they cut the cake and did all the mandatory dances, and hightailed it out of there. It was Saturday night and I was home at 9:45 laying in bed watching Sex and the City pondering how my life got like this. Dateless and home on Saturday night. No one ever found anything by sitting home alone. So this was the event that broke the camel's back and have now made it a mission for 2008 to be the year of the Social Sara. You have been warned....