Uhhhh

Tonight's news had a story about a man in Lakeland, FL who was attacked by an 11 foot alligator. The man was rescued by 4 police officers - who risked their lives to save him.

The man, the reporter stated, admitted he had been smoking crack-cocaine before he was attacked. A few sentences later the reporter said that authorities were still trying to figure out what the victim was doing down by the water, naked, at 4 am.

Uhhh... BECAUSE HE WAS SMOKING CRACK-COCAINE...because he was smoking crack-cocaine.

I'm not a doctor or a detective but I have a pretty big hunch that's probably the reason the dude was hanging out naked near alligator infested waters - just a hunch.

Swingers

Had a great weekend (miss ya B) with the girls. Stef and I did some shopping on Saturday and saw a great band last night at the Burren (Acme Music Trio). Kristin and I did some more Xmas shopping today and we got to play on the swings and the jungle gym of a school playground - it's been so long since either of us had been on a swing that we both got sick! :-) It was so much fun though!!

Once Upon a Time...

There's a guy who works on the fifth floor who has over the course of the last few months brought Emma and I various sweet treats. Home-made ice cream, cookies, and today a chocolate cake (see picture). In addition to the cake there is also a large bin of chocolate chip cookies in the office left over from the training I did yesterday. Emma and I have a really hard time saying no to the sweets and I'd been battling those damn cookies ALL DAY when 5th floor sugar daddy brings down the aforementioned cake.

I cussed when I saw him walk past with the evil chocolate creation. But it didn't take long before I went over for a taste test...surprise surprise. I asked Emma angrily through a mouth full of cake why the hell he keeps bringing us all this food! Emma's theory is as follows:

"He is the witch from Hansel and Gretel and he's trying to fatten us up so he can take us upstairs to cook us in the autoclaves so the researchers can eat us!" I almost spit the cake out of my mouth and I asked her - well why hasn't he taken me yet? ;)

Stuff

Check out the cool kicks Kristin got me....And the cool drag queen we met the other night at the bar.

Weekend

Had a great weekend! Thanks B.

Finally Dancin' with Mr. Brownstone

15 years since the STL Riot at Riverport. 15 years since my rock n roll heart was broken in the middle of "Rocket Queen". 15 years since I sat in a baby blue Chevette in complete shock at what had just happened. 15 years I've waited and last night I waited some more. I was about to start a mini riot of my own having to wait for sooooo long but it was so worth the wait as G n R finally took the stage just before midnight.

I have to say that being at the concert made me feel like I was stuck in the 80's but I'll live with it because it was awesome! Plus there were several peeps there who were clearly stuck in the hair band era (scary scary scary) so I'm glad that at least I had on my "trendy" G n' R shirt (thank you Urban Outfitters) and wasn't sporting a mullet. ;)

As you can see from the abnormally large, super close up picture - I'm pretty happy. I'd like to give a shout out to Kristin for being a super sport and trekking all the way to Worcester with me, staying up way past our bedtimes, and rocking out - good times! :-)

Natae + Axl = L.O.V.E.

My Happy Moment

I waited at the Central Square T-stop for the train after a particularly melancholy afternoon. The train pulled up and I realized I would have to cram into an overcrowded T car. This normally doesn't trip my trigger. I hate all those freakin' people around me; too close, too smelly, too loud, too much...I was almost positive the ride was going to be painfully unpleasant both emotionally and physically (sometimes the quiet (in my own head) the T affords leads to too much time to think which can be a bit overwhelming on the best of days and downright tear producing on the worst. So I was ready for the waterworks as I squeezed my way onto the car.

The train had just started to move; I had just found my footing and a place to hold onto when the middle aged man next to me with the dreadlocks broke out into an cabaret like rendition of "A Whole New World", the theme from Aladdin. I lost it. I could not stop laughing. The guy was right next to me yet I could not stop laughing. But I wasn't being rude - he could actually sing pretty well - but it just seemed so absurd that of all the songs to sing he picks that one to belt out. And then as he's singing he says "Cincess" instead of "Princess" and it made me laugh even more.

My friend who was on the train with me then points out another swingin cat sitting in the corner who has his headphones on, CD player firmly in hand, and who appears to not only be rocking out but also having a conversation with the voices in his headphones. Picture if you will a small man, shirt unbuttoned to almost his navel, several of his front teeth missing, with a completely satisfied look on his face as he sings and talks to himself.

Both of these amateur David Hasselhoff's were very obviously in their own happy places - they were content and were clearly enjoying their "happy moment" and in turn I had a happy moment as well which made all the afternoon crap seem not so bad.