One way or another you guys know Capital Cities’ “Safe and Sound” track, but you should really give the whole album a listen. The songs are genius and their sound is so upbeat and perfect for driving around on a sunny, fall Sunday.
This track, “Farrah Fawcett Hair” is absolutely hysterical and I’m sure most of you will hate it, but this is what I drove to work listening to-and it’s good shit.
For a Monday, today doesn’t feel so bad. I went to that haunted house I was telling you all about on Friday. It was “okay.” I’m no bad ass-I’m actually terrified of things like this, but there just weren’t enough actors or “boo” factors to keep my blood flowing. At the end of the house, one of the zombies asked us what we thought of the whole show and I was brutally honest. Hey, I’m a baby when it comes to stuff like that and if I wasn’t scared-you have an issue. The guy was wicked nice and let us go through again for free. Sorry, but it was even less scary the second time around. At least I felt like I got my money’s worth then.
I didn’t make it to the Beer Festival on Saturday. See, I’m one of those people that makes all of these productive plans for the weekend. I tell tales of waking up early, showering immediately, running all the errands I didn’t get a chance to do during the week, and then execute my plans for the day/night.
But then, I just end up staying in bed with my greasy hair and eating…
I did make it to my friend’s house though. We decided to do things a little backwards on Saturday. We started out the evening by getting drunk early at the local bars and THEN we went home and had dinner/watched slasher movies. It’s October-and Halloween season-and my favorite holiday ever-so I HAVE to watch as much blood and guts as possible before I get into the Christmas spirit.
One of our regular bars was pretty busy for an early Saturday night. The bouncer was outside and greeted my friends and I and then proceeded to tell us how I was a short hair away from being cut off the last time we were there.
According to said bouncer man, I was less “fine” and more like this.
Man, do I have a warped sense of how I am when I’ve been heavily drinking. Luckily, I’m not obnoxious or angry or negative in any way when I’m like that. I just look like I have jello legs and have a hard time standing up straight. The bouncer said I was quite pleasant, actually. Polite, friendly, and not a bother at all. I just looked absolutely shitfaced. Ha! Well, at least I know I’m a sweet drunk.
The date-cation is going amazing. I feel so refreshed and less stressed. I’ve had a few guys text me over the last few weeks, but I ignored them. I know, I know-it sounds rude. But these men aren’t my friends or even an acquaintance. They are just people I’ve met along my single journeys who haven’t contacted me at all except right now when I DON’T WANT TO DATE. Isn’t that how it usually goes? Obviously, if I had actually had a date with any of them, I would have let them down gently and politely. I’m really not that mean, guys. Why would you text a girl 6 months after you met her anyways? Anyone ever heard of the 3 day rule? It’s shocking I even remember you.
This Friday, I’m off to Pennsylvania again. My friend who got married this past year is now pregnant, so I have to go down for the baby shower. As usual, I’m SO excited! Whiskey, guns, country, funny accents, and animals everywhere. This is my absolute favorite vacation spot.
I do feel bad though. The southern boy I spent the wedding night with back in August is far too excited to see me. I strictly explained to him BEFOREHAND that this was a one-time deal. I was on a wedding high and was in a fabulous mood and needed someone to share that mood with. Unfortunately, even though I sold my bargain, he thinks we were meant to be way more than what we were. Which was nothing. He doesn’t even have my number for God’s sake. He doesn’t even know a thing about me besides my name. How can you be that into someone you know nothing about? Luckily, my friend Matt had “the talk” with him..again..So I think I’ll be okay come this weekend. Thankfully, my friend is doing her shower the old fashioned way, having only girls. PHEW. That takes care of one event. Either way, I’m excited for vacation.