Lack O'Blogging

So I am sitting in the Five Points Theater right now, seeing Sherlock Holmes for the third time and i feel like any second now Rob is going to slap me upside the head and tell me to pay attention or to drink my beer. When the beer next to me is horrid and I'd like to pretend it's not sitting there. This post is going to have a slew of typos as I am sitting in the theater and typing fast and barely looking at the keyboard.

Anyways, since I last posted I have come home and been home for about a week. My drive home was horrid. I left on Friday right after an exam instead of leaving Saturday and staying at Britt's for a night or so. I ended up driving through my blizzard on my way to South Carolina. Driving through it was a horrible idea. I wish I would be exaggerating when I say that I am shocked I made it alive. First, there was the weather. Snow and ice everywhere, and all of the cars. It was a nightmare. Second, I hadn't slept on three days. I was not only falling asleep at the wheel, but hallucinating. I spent a good twenty miles convinced the car in front of me was Frankenstein running away from me.

I got home last Saturday and just slept, I think. I can't really remember what I did in the next dew days besides Christmas shopping out the wazoo.

Jenn came home on Wednesday I think and that night we went to Square One, where I think I met my future husband. Although I didn't get his name or anything. He was an art dealer and an iPhone app developer. So he said. Jenn and I had a jolly time at Square One and hung out for a while after.

Thursday was Christmas Eve. I went to my dads and met Kathleen's entire family. My new step sister is like 40. The whole night was horrible. No one would talk to me. Every time I got settled in a room everyone would leave. My step sister's husband was a dick. And I got the ugliest Christmas gifts ever. My dad and Kathleen got everyone PJs to wear for Christmas and mine were hot pink with frogs. Seriously?! My dad and uncle Tim got blue plaid PJs. I want those. It was nice to have Tim and Peg there, since I haven't seen them in about eight years. Tim is hilarious and we have the same sense of humor so we get along well. It was fun to see him interact with the new family because they didn't know how to react to anything he would say. And he's always drunk, in a non-alcoholic way, so that's a plus.

Christmas day was very good, after I left my dads and got home. I got lots of clothes and books and gift arcs for Saks, Neiman Marcus, and Bloomingdales worth $1500 so I can do some damage with those. That night Corbett and I went to see Sherlock Holmes, my first time. It was amazing. And now, watching it for the third time, it's still amazing.

The day after Christmas we thought it would be a good idea to go shopping at the town center, and we were wrong. It was swamped. Worse than black Friday. I saw a bunch of people from EHS and just ran off and avoided talking to any of them, aside from Kristin Otterson.

That night Jenn and I went to Kickbacks and the old man that's always there came over and gave us out menus and it was hilarious and adorable. After Kickbacks we got ready to go to TSI, then went to Adams for a bit. We hung out around TSI, I peed in a alley behind a dumpster then we went inside. This was Saturday and it was dead. We were in the front dancing for a bit when Jenn got on stage to explore and found an ice cold, unopened 20oz PBR. Naturally I slipped it under my super stylish sweatshirt I was wearing an boogied off and we drank it in the bathroom. Good god I can't wait until I'm 21. We left TSI and went to the Casbah with Corbett for a bit, then to Shanty Town where not much was going on since it was about these in the morning.

Last night Jenn and I had dinner at Kickbacks where we saw MC and ge bought us dinner. Our dear Ron Burgundy rubbed my back lovingly while taking our orders, making me feel loved and safe with his adorable father-like presence. After we left Kickbacks we rode our bikes around Riverside and saw Sherlock Holmes. After getting coffee and bile lights and sitting at Starbucks for a while we went back to Kickbacks for dessert, then home.

Today I just ran errands, and had dinner with Rob at the Loop. Then we went to O'Brothers for some drinks before coming to the theater.

Time to actually watch the movie and drink this heinous beer. Woo.

Friday, November 20 - Almost Home

I am sitting in the Charlotte airport, listening to Fan Death, and people watching. I have been given some awesome people watching opportunities lately. I had some interesting characters on my flights from Lynchburg, then last night Allison and I went to the midnight premiere of New Moon, because we are huge nerds. Of course there were some odd people out and about at that. Girls in PJ pants and Edward shirts. There were a hilarious amount of couples there. I feel bad for each one of those boyfriends. Stuck in a theater that is 75% squealing girls. I am glad I am not one of them, and I laugh at those who are. The first time Edward appeared on screen, in this awfully horrible slow motion, windy walk, there were a bunch of girls that did literally squeal with delight. I dont understand. I think this says something positive about my character, though.

Although right before Bella jumped off the cliff the reel broke, and apparently it broke in all 10 theaters. It was a min-mayhem moment. The old woman next to me turned to me and asked if I wanted to help her start a riot. I really wish I was making this up. She was dead serious. When she sat down she said to Alison and I "I can't wait to see Jacob's shift changing!" I think I will classify that moment as a "Life Fail" for that woman.

Yesterday at lunch Sarah, Elizabeth and I played MASH. I have not played in so long. I had a pretty positive outcome. I will be marrying Matthew Barney, working as a stripper, living in Brooklyn with 4 kids, driving a Hummer, making $100,000 a year and I will have my honey moon in Afghanistan.

Errrr.... Looking back on that, that is actually quite horrible. The only good thing is the marrying Matthew Barney part. My minor obsession with him has somehow become more public recently, and I am not sure how this happened. Last Saturday I was with Allison, Blair, Shep and Britt and at one point we were discussing what Blair would name her future children, and she said, "Kate I know you will have a little Matthew Barney Jr." And then Ashley said the same thing:




Allison and I attempted to make a list of the songs we would listen to if we could only listen to 10 for the rest of our lives. I have shared this with a few people, and so far everyone has been shocked to see this one on the list. I don't know why I like it myself, when I really don't listen to too much rap and whatnot, but it sneaks onto every playlist I ever make.




Boarding my flight soon. My mom is going to pick me up at the airport, then off to Town Centre for dinner where I will creep into the Apple store to see Rob. I think either Corbett or Colton is going to come over tonight. I'm hoping Corbett simply because I don't want Colton to ride his bike from Riverside to Ortega. He is even more of a bum lately.

The man sitting across from me keeps starting at me... Errr...

I am playing FishVille in the Charlotte airport. I am ashamed.

Day 65 - Drive Home

This morning I woke up automatically at 8:00. No way Jose. I went back to sleep and woke up a bit before noon. Before even getting out of bed I watched Night at the Roxbury. You really cant go wrong by starting your day off with some Haddaway. I finished packing up and left.

The second I got onto 95, my Sunpass fell off my windshield and scared me half to death. It has never fallen off before, and I feel like it knew I was leaving and would no longer have any use for it. "Alright that's it! I'm out!"

I had an uneventful drive up, which is good. I got home and had dinner and that was that.

Day 44 - Ponte Vedra, Inksmith, TSI, Joose Adventure

Today started off amazing. I slept in until 11:30, and when I finally wok up, it was my mom waking me up telling me that she got me French Toast from the Brick. God it was delicious. If I could eat that every meal for the rest of my life, I would be content. Fat, but content. We spent the afternoon in Ponte Vedra at Granny’s house. Her surgery went well, and she is just recovering. We didn’t do much, and just relaxed. I went to Fresh Market and Publix and did some grocery shopping then we made dinner. Granny seems to be doing really well. She didn’t seem tired or anything at all.

When I got home tonight I took a shower and got ready to go to TSI. Jenn picked me up and we began our Adventure of the Evening. We were going to go to Kickbacks for a while since Mike Woods was going to be up there, but we wanted to find someone to get us Joose. We stopped at the 7-11 in Five Points, and tried to see if anyone we knew was in the parking lot. While sitting in the car I heard the most hilarious conversation.

Jenn looked over at the next car, where a girl was sitting with the window down: “Hey, is your name Felicia?”
Felicia: “Yeah….”
Jenn: “Oh we met once at Emily’s house.”
Felicia: “Oh Jenn, right?”
Jenn: “Yeah. What are you doing tonight?”
Felicia: “Going to a five kegger at Cuppy’s house.”
Jenn: “Oh do you know Jmo? She will be there.”
Felicia: “No. Who is she?”
Jenn: “Oh she dates Boots.”
Felicia: “Oh, friends with Titties right?”

What the hell. Do people not have normal names anymore? Cuppy, Jmo, Boots, Titties. From here on out, my name is Unicorn. That fits in much better than “Kate.” Felicia said they don’t card at the gas station, so I sent Jenn in to try her luck. Fail. We went to Kickbacks and sat there for seriously 2 minutes then got bored and left. Then we drove back and went to Inksmith, where Mike Woods was still working. We hung out for a bit and watched Lee finish tattooing this one girl, then Mike bought us our Joose. Hoorah. From there we went to TSI and hung out in the car for a little while. We parked on the side of the road near the river, and we sat and watched everyone walk by. There were some funny looking people. One guy was walking towards the car, and he was waving the whole time. We waved back thinking, “ooohh he’s drunk.” Then he walked right at the car and opened my door. Jenn and I both screamed bloody murder. He just said, “oh” and closed the door. It was scary. But of course two seconds later a homeless man walks past and I rolled down my window to make him come over to the car. He was wearing this awesome shirt, and I told him I liked it. Then he just took it off and said, “Here, it shouldn’t smell too bad” and just gave it to me. We gave him the rest of our drinks and took pictures for a bit then headed towards TSI. We told him to walk with us and right when we got there he flipped. Started making a scene and freaking out because I “stole his short.” Jenn had to run back to her car and get it because both of us were scared that he would just break in and get it. While she was gone he said, “Oh you enjoy that shirt. I am just gonna go home and get another one.” Um? Home? Another shirt? What about him flipping on us? We stood in silence for a minute and he said, out of nowhere, “You know it is true what they say about black men.” And I just pretended not to hear, but then he practically screamed it. I was just like, “Oh really.” And he said, “Yes. It all has to do with SEX!” I had no reaction to that one at all. Jenn came back and dressed him and sent him on his way. We scurried into TSI to get away.





Once we were there, safe and sound, Jenn got a quesadilla. I don’t feel like you should ever get food at a place where everyone is supposed to be drunk. Apparently it wasn’t too delicious. We hung out with Clayto for a bit then went inside. There was no one there at all. The majority of the night was spent outside talking with people or meandering about. All in all, it was a hilarious night. The whole time we were driving home my wine bottle was rolling about underneath my seat and I couldn’t find it. But every so often you could hear CLUMP. CLANK. And for some reason each time Jenn and I just cracked up.



Manly.

Day 43 - Week Three, Friday

Last night was amazing. Right after I left work I went back to the apartment, hanged, and left to go to the museum. I got in free and there was no one there at all. Amazing combination. They had a contemporary art exhibit, which left me in the most amazing mood possible. They had Sally Mann, Barbara Kruger, Banksy, Judd, Hirst, Rauschenberg, and so much more. I was shocked by the Banksy piece. I would never expect to see something like that in a non-major museum. It was half of a phone booth surrounded by rubble. The first time I passed by there, there were about 5 or 6 security guards just loitering and following me around because there was nothing else for them to do. I went into another wing and shook them off, and when I came back, there was no one around the Banksy piece. I wanted to steal a rock from the rubble so bad. It would definitely not be missed, there were thousands. But there were security cameras all over the place. Ugh I want a Banksy rock. I wasn’t even allowed to take pictures. As I was leaving I asked about the Banksy piece, and the woman kept calling him “Banksky.” People tend to do that a lot for some reason and I don’t understand. There is one “K.” Not that hard to pronounce this two syllable word. I left with a few books, of course.

As I was leaving I called Ashley and told her about it, and I got to talk to her for a while, which was nice. I have been trying to call her for weeks and finally she answered her phone. As I was talking to her I drove down Las Olas and drove around the beach area or a bit, then went to Cheesecake Factory and picked up some dinner.

Today at work was boring. I honestly can’t remember what I did. Nothing important, obviously. I did get the majority of the newsletter cleared, and I am happy about that. This afternoon right after I left Good Sam I drove home. The drive was long and boring, and most importantly uneventful. Right when I got home Jenn came over and just sat around while I cleaned my room. It is a wreck. Why is it that when you are cleaning you must first make a much bigger mess than when you started? I hate that.

Day 31 - Mom, Liam, Loop, MOSH, I Love Jacksonville

Today was a very good day I slept in, then Mommy, Liam and I went to the Loop for lunch and MOSH. I haven’t been to MOSH in years, I think one of the last time I was there was my first date with James Poindexter in 9th grade. There were the same exhibits, like the whales and the Living Room, JEA, and the Dino skeleton, this time the main exhibit was one I remember seeing a few years back when I was babysitting Carlton and Colter. Okay well maybe that was one of the last times I went, not in 9th grade. Whatever. It was all animatronic dinosaurs, and the planetarium show was the history of the dinosaurs. After we left MOSH we walked around Friendship Fountain, and it was breathtaking. It was such a pretty day. Then I went to the Treaty Oak, which somehow I have never seen before.









I don't know why those are sort of blurry.

Now I am in the airport in Jacksonville, getting ready to fly back to Fort Lauderdale for another wonderful week of work. Whoo.