My birthday was over two weeks ago and my last blog was even farther back. I've been up to a lot, and nothing, at the same time. My birthday was awesome. I spent the actual day (17th) hanging out, drinking mimosas and relaxing before heading to get my hair did. After that, I had party with my parents and then headed out to meet friends for beer and good times. The following Saturday we all went out for Thai food and then to Hard Times where I had about 43892 shots. If it sounds like how I celebrated last year, then you are correct. Why mess with a good thing, right? I had an awesome time. 29 is great so far.
Well, except that I got sick right after my birthday weekend. I went to sleep on Sunday night perfectly healthy (just exhausted) and woke up Monday morning with swollen eyes. Swollen eyes? I know, I know...I thought the same thing. I didn't sleep well that night so I thought they were just irritated from lack of rest and that after awhile they would look normal again. Well, they didn't. They actually got worse. Ali said they looked worse than I had described and my boss said, "oh my God!" when she saw me. About an hour later, once I scared another friend, I was sent home.
Well, even though I just turned 29, my body apparently regressed to preschool because my hott doctor informed me I had conjunctivitis...pink eye. OMG, it's mortifying to even admit. I preferred to call it The Devil Eye since my eyes were the color of Satan until Thursday or so. They never itched (praise Allah), but they were swollen for a couple of days and, like I said, completely red for much of the week while I was home from work sick. I hope I'm not grossing you out. I'm refraining from giving you the good details.
In addition to having The Devil Eye, I also had a horrible sore throat. What the hell, right? I never get sick. I figured this was my once every three or so years sickness. I even told the hott doctor that when I went for the second day in a row. I told him that I didn't know if my sore throat was bad because I so rarely feel under the weather that I didn't know on what level the pain was. All I know is that I didn't have strep (never have!*) and he gave me some gnarly mouthwash that numbed everything it touched. It didn't work as well as I would have hoped, though, because I kept waking up during the night from the pain in my throat. Oh it was horrible. I didn't have my first complete night's sleep until this most recent Sunday night when I stayed at Ali's and took Nyquil. And I think today is the first day that my throat hasn't hurt. I'm still not wearing makeup. I'm already upset I have to throw out some of my stuff, but it's a good excuse to buy new Hello Kitty Mac stuff.
The snow was fun. That's why I stayed at Ali's apartment on Sunday night. I had already missed almost a week of work and knew I couldn't call out again so I stayed there. We drove in together early Monday morning in all of that snowy goodness since her car weighs more than mine. Mine is kinda like a bobsled on snow/ice. We joked I could have saved gasoline by just sliding the whole way home later that night. Work on Monday was fun. We listened to The Smiths and even though we still did work, we were pretty much alone all day. It was great.
That brings us to today. I'll write about today later, but it involves my love of tartan.
XO,
SVR
*Knock On Wood
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Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Down In The Dark
Today is Serena's birthday- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SERENA! To celebrate her birthday, she wanted to rent a cabin in Harper's Ferry so that's what we're doing this Saturday. It occurred to me that over half of the people going Twitter, so I thought it might be interesting to create a feed for the weekend.
And here it is:
Trip To The Cabin.
Okay, I don't know why it's not working. I'm annoyed. I need my personal assistant to come fix it.
XO,
SVR
P.S. It's the thought that counts, right?
And here it is:
Trip To The Cabin.
Okay, I don't know why it's not working. I'm annoyed. I need my personal assistant to come fix it.
XO,
SVR
P.S. It's the thought that counts, right?
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Piece Of Me
Well well well...Birthday Week is going quite well.
Monday ended up being Caffeine and Magazine day as I was running on very little sleep. Today was Puppy Day and tomorrow will be Music Wednesday.
I am too excited for my birthday to write much more.
XO,
SVR
Monday ended up being Caffeine and Magazine day as I was running on very little sleep. Today was Puppy Day and tomorrow will be Music Wednesday.
I am too excited for my birthday to write much more.
XO,
SVR
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The Drinking Eye
It was about a month ago that Brendan and I were lamenting the fact that no one had a birthday come up since that is usually our reason for having a party. Well, fast forward a month later and the genius "Birthday Party For Everybody" was finally upon us and we were all at Ravena's with a keg of Yuengling. And not only was it everyone's birthday, but it was everyone's 21st birthday!
Now, my 21st year on this earth was a ton of fun and it involved a lot of beer, so getting this keg brought back a flood of memories for me. With memories did not come good judgement, however, and not soon after the party started, I was doing a kegstand. Hey, someone had to get them started, right? And we had some participants who had never done one and as a good friend, I want to help my boos get important life experiences.
My only complaint about the party is that it was a total cooter fest and not just of normal chicks, but a bunch of chicks who like to flirt. A lot. So when the ratio of girls to guys is incredibly unbalanced, it becomes like heaven for the guys and kind of annoying for the girls. I'm not really complaining, even though I miss being friends with mainly guys*, but guys bring a different dynamic. Here is one of the lucky guys: *blogger won't let me put the picture here, so click on this link*
The other interesting thing about the evening was that it flew by! We started wicked early and then all of a sudden it was time to go home. I guess that means we had fun?
XO,
SVR
*Don't get me wrong, I *heart* my girls, but it's different.
Now, my 21st year on this earth was a ton of fun and it involved a lot of beer, so getting this keg brought back a flood of memories for me. With memories did not come good judgement, however, and not soon after the party started, I was doing a kegstand. Hey, someone had to get them started, right? And we had some participants who had never done one and as a good friend, I want to help my boos get important life experiences.
My only complaint about the party is that it was a total cooter fest and not just of normal chicks, but a bunch of chicks who like to flirt. A lot. So when the ratio of girls to guys is incredibly unbalanced, it becomes like heaven for the guys and kind of annoying for the girls. I'm not really complaining, even though I miss being friends with mainly guys*, but guys bring a different dynamic. Here is one of the lucky guys: *blogger won't let me put the picture here, so click on this link*
The other interesting thing about the evening was that it flew by! We started wicked early and then all of a sudden it was time to go home. I guess that means we had fun?
XO,
SVR
*Don't get me wrong, I *heart* my girls, but it's different.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
I Could Stay Away Forever
Friday night was a complete mystery to me. I was told to leave work at 630pm and head to my sister's apartment. Ali had told me to wear layers. She said I should wear leggings with pull away athletic pants and shirts that would easily allow me to put a harness on. She's a kidder, that one. Ali took me to the secret destination (Plan B) with only one near death experience involving a flying sheet of ice for some much needed grub and beer and PRESENTS where we had a grand ol' time that included honey mustard, people singing to me, amazing cupcakes, and the following people: Ali, Serena, Steven, Allie, Ravena, and Phil.
Then, my amazing group of boos took me to another secret destination. We were in two cars, with me and Steven in one and everyone else in the other, and I was quite confused by then. We started heading south and eventually ended up in a random neighborhood. I was racking my brain trying to think of who might live back there and why, if there was a party, my sister couldn't come with us? (She can't go to bars until 20 December 2007, guys.) But then Brendan came out and got in the other car and I realized that we were picking him up-ahhhh, made more sense then. A wee bit later we were in Arlington, parked on sheets of ice and waiting to get into that bar I can never remember the name of, but is the one we got kicked out of once.
The bar was fun, as bars tend to be. Serena, Allie and I tried to figure out our "moves" while trying them out on poor* Brendan. I would give more details on this portion of the evening, but divulging moves is like losing the playbook before the big game. Steven was the king of boos that night and the next day as he patiently let me flirt with him and gave us rides to all of our destinations. Another interesting part of Friday night was meeting some guy named Rhett and having the following exchange: "Is that really your name?" "Yes, why!?" "My name is Rhett." "WHOA! PROVE IT!" and he did. And it was. That always freaks me out.
About two or three hours after we got back to Steven's apartment, we got up again to make it to DC to catch the bus to NYC. Ahhh, New York, how I love thee. Dozing on the bus ride was a good plan as we hit the streets running. Roughly 30 hours in the city gives a mere slice of what is offered. Basically we spent our time eating, drinking, and being merry. (See Serena's post for some more details.) I, too, held back from buying an amazing bag from LeSportsac and I actually was surprised I did manage to "just say no"** since, "It's my birthday" is the perfect reason to buy an expensive bag. The thing I love about NYC is the walking and what you see along the way. Mostly this weekend that involved dogs. Was it a citywide plan to take every dog on a walk between the hours of 1-9pm on Saturday? Well, thank you, NY, I do love puppies:)
After recuperating in the phat apartment Ravena scored for us, we headed back out to properly celebrate the fact that I was turning 27. I guess for me, the proper way to celebrate anything is with booze, hott guys, and A LOT of flirting. (Although, to be honest, except for the booze, that's how I spend many of my days:) The bar we chose did not disappoint and was so good we ended up staying there the entire night. The company we had didn't hurt in the least, though. At one point it was the four of us smack dab in the middle of a sausage fest with our expats*** on one side, and what seemed like the entire Air Force on the other side. With so much to relay from the evening, I don't even know where to start. I can't repeat half the things whispered into my ear that night, but I will never say "double fisting" again and might have to start calling certain articles of clothing "jumpers." I have also decided that the second I get my passport and have enough money for one of those random cheap flights, I am on my way to London. Or anywhere in the UK really.
So all in all, it was an amazing birthday and a gazillion thanks to my friends, family, and random strangers who helped make it so great.
XO,
SVR
*Ha, maybe if 'poor' means 'lucky' now.
**Thanks, Nancy.
***Will link to MY pics asap.
Then, my amazing group of boos took me to another secret destination. We were in two cars, with me and Steven in one and everyone else in the other, and I was quite confused by then. We started heading south and eventually ended up in a random neighborhood. I was racking my brain trying to think of who might live back there and why, if there was a party, my sister couldn't come with us? (She can't go to bars until 20 December 2007, guys.) But then Brendan came out and got in the other car and I realized that we were picking him up-ahhhh, made more sense then. A wee bit later we were in Arlington, parked on sheets of ice and waiting to get into that bar I can never remember the name of, but is the one we got kicked out of once.
The bar was fun, as bars tend to be. Serena, Allie and I tried to figure out our "moves" while trying them out on poor* Brendan. I would give more details on this portion of the evening, but divulging moves is like losing the playbook before the big game. Steven was the king of boos that night and the next day as he patiently let me flirt with him and gave us rides to all of our destinations. Another interesting part of Friday night was meeting some guy named Rhett and having the following exchange: "Is that really your name?" "Yes, why!?" "My name is Rhett." "WHOA! PROVE IT!" and he did. And it was. That always freaks me out.
About two or three hours after we got back to Steven's apartment, we got up again to make it to DC to catch the bus to NYC. Ahhh, New York, how I love thee. Dozing on the bus ride was a good plan as we hit the streets running. Roughly 30 hours in the city gives a mere slice of what is offered. Basically we spent our time eating, drinking, and being merry. (See Serena's post for some more details.) I, too, held back from buying an amazing bag from LeSportsac and I actually was surprised I did manage to "just say no"** since, "It's my birthday" is the perfect reason to buy an expensive bag. The thing I love about NYC is the walking and what you see along the way. Mostly this weekend that involved dogs. Was it a citywide plan to take every dog on a walk between the hours of 1-9pm on Saturday? Well, thank you, NY, I do love puppies:)
After recuperating in the phat apartment Ravena scored for us, we headed back out to properly celebrate the fact that I was turning 27. I guess for me, the proper way to celebrate anything is with booze, hott guys, and A LOT of flirting. (Although, to be honest, except for the booze, that's how I spend many of my days:) The bar we chose did not disappoint and was so good we ended up staying there the entire night. The company we had didn't hurt in the least, though. At one point it was the four of us smack dab in the middle of a sausage fest with our expats*** on one side, and what seemed like the entire Air Force on the other side. With so much to relay from the evening, I don't even know where to start. I can't repeat half the things whispered into my ear that night, but I will never say "double fisting" again and might have to start calling certain articles of clothing "jumpers." I have also decided that the second I get my passport and have enough money for one of those random cheap flights, I am on my way to London. Or anywhere in the UK really.
So all in all, it was an amazing birthday and a gazillion thanks to my friends, family, and random strangers who helped make it so great.
XO,
SVR
*Ha, maybe if 'poor' means 'lucky' now.
**Thanks, Nancy.
***Will link to MY pics asap.
Monday, February 19, 2007
I Still Remember
If your birthday is February 17th:
You surround yourself with people who see a superstar spark in you. This is what helps you exponentially grow your talent through this year. Love blossoms in march, when you're so hard at work you barely notice at first. April's financial boost isn't to be wasted. Invest in yourself and your skills. A Libra or Taurus person's affection uplifts you.
All Libras and Tauruses (sp?) should just queue* up now, thank you. Please bring gum. Making out will ensue.
I had an awesome birthday weekend thanks to some amazing boos, but since I was out of town for my actual day, the celebrating is soooo not over. I don't even know where to start with my retelling of the events so far. It has been a whirlwind few days of eating, drinking, flirting, walking, and aging and it has left me completely exhausted. Let me get a good night's sleep and I'll be back in the am with a proper post on my birthday!
XO,
SVR
*The British terms are here to stay, my friends. I mean, mates.
You surround yourself with people who see a superstar spark in you. This is what helps you exponentially grow your talent through this year. Love blossoms in march, when you're so hard at work you barely notice at first. April's financial boost isn't to be wasted. Invest in yourself and your skills. A Libra or Taurus person's affection uplifts you.
All Libras and Tauruses (sp?) should just queue* up now, thank you. Please bring gum. Making out will ensue.
I had an awesome birthday weekend thanks to some amazing boos, but since I was out of town for my actual day, the celebrating is soooo not over. I don't even know where to start with my retelling of the events so far. It has been a whirlwind few days of eating, drinking, flirting, walking, and aging and it has left me completely exhausted. Let me get a good night's sleep and I'll be back in the am with a proper post on my birthday!
XO,
SVR
*The British terms are here to stay, my friends. I mean, mates.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Happy Birthday
I'm going radio silent until probably Monday as I have a FULLLLLLL and exciting weekend planned for my BIRTHDAY! Today I work 10-630 and then head off to something that I do not know about (thanks to the boos, although I don't know yet what I'm thanking you for.)
And tomorrow...omg....tomorrow we head to NYC!!!!!!! A full day in the city when it's my birthday? Paris Hilton, watch out. The city is MINE tomorrow.
*Tomorrow is also Paris Hilton's birthday.
And tomorrow...omg....tomorrow we head to NYC!!!!!!! A full day in the city when it's my birthday? Paris Hilton, watch out. The city is MINE tomorrow.
*Tomorrow is also Paris Hilton's birthday.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
What Goes Around
Giving Mary J. Blige Grammys is just going to encourage her to make more bad music.
So my weekend is winding up and, I have to say, it was quite successful. Not successful in a "I made out with [fill in the blank], but definitely successful in many other ways.
The date with Phil was very good. I definitely showed a small percentage of DC my dance moves, which is always a terrifying thought after the fact, but I had a good time and that is all that matters. I also had wine, rum and coke, and vodka/redbull all of which contributed to the evening. I don't want to say I'm shy, but I am. As much as I flirt and talk to people, I am a core of shyness. There will always be the four-year-old Scarlet in there who slid under the table at her birthday* party when the waiters came out singing "Happy Birthday." So put me in a fun situation with a few drinks in me and watch out;) (I feel the need to clarify that I don't need drinks to have a good time...at all.) But it's weird to go on a double date minus the second guy. It's not like we were in competition a la Elimidate** at all, but I think we both wanted to make sure the evening was fun, relaxed, and enjoyable for both us and our date.
Saturday was a LONG day. I guess I got promoted at work, but it's still weird and I don't really know what it means so I'm not talking about it (remember how I said I'm shy? Yeah, that.) I also got to meet the Post Secret guy, Frank Warren, when he came into the bookstore to sign our entire stock of his books. That was pretty cool. I helped to get him set up and got him a latte. (Skim- good guy.) Saturday NIGHT was amazing. Ali, Serena, Steven, Allie, and I headed to Mousetrap at the Black Cat for an evening of mainly dancing. Lots of other stuff occurred, but I encourage you to check Allie's blog for the complete list. Mousetrap brings back so many memories for me. We used to go every week back in college (omg, over 5 years ago!) and even though I hate to be 'that girl' I can't help but get excited when my favorite songs come on and then I sing them and dance to them and just have a grand old time. My favorite dances include:
+Verbing (Someone yells out a verb-hence the name, and you act it out to the beat. "Shovel the snow!" "Bake!" "Swim!" etc.)
+Soul Train (This is tough is people are drunk and don't want to form two lines, but if they'll participate, you form two lines and take turns dancing down the middle.)
+The ????? (What is the name of those things where you push the bottom and they collapse? Because that is what this dance would be call. It's awesome and we made it up last night.)
+The Glass Wall (Two people dance in front of each other and pretend a glass wall is between them.)
+The Statue (The guy just stands there while two (or more?) girls dance around him. No touching.)
+The Klagges (Only Ali and I can do this one because it involves us performing dance routines from our youth. Mrs. Klagges was our dance teacher. *Jazz hands!*)
And today was my concert. It went well, save for the one guy who said something incredibly rude to me and almost made me cry. Luckily, I calmed myself down and reminded myself that I am better than him and anything he says does not matter. Also, when later calmed down my sister helped me to realize what he must have meant. I still hate him, though, and he is now dead to me.
That is all.
XO,
SVR
P.S. Why does Mr. JT's "What Goes Around" have me completely obsessed? (But why is he playing on an up-right? That seems odd. He deserves a grand piano! With me on it...)
*Speaking of birthdays, mine is in 6 days. The 17th!
**The thought did cross our minds to bring "TimeOut" cards, though.
So my weekend is winding up and, I have to say, it was quite successful. Not successful in a "I made out with [fill in the blank], but definitely successful in many other ways.
The date with Phil was very good. I definitely showed a small percentage of DC my dance moves, which is always a terrifying thought after the fact, but I had a good time and that is all that matters. I also had wine, rum and coke, and vodka/redbull all of which contributed to the evening. I don't want to say I'm shy, but I am. As much as I flirt and talk to people, I am a core of shyness. There will always be the four-year-old Scarlet in there who slid under the table at her birthday* party when the waiters came out singing "Happy Birthday." So put me in a fun situation with a few drinks in me and watch out;) (I feel the need to clarify that I don't need drinks to have a good time...at all.) But it's weird to go on a double date minus the second guy. It's not like we were in competition a la Elimidate** at all, but I think we both wanted to make sure the evening was fun, relaxed, and enjoyable for both us and our date.
Saturday was a LONG day. I guess I got promoted at work, but it's still weird and I don't really know what it means so I'm not talking about it (remember how I said I'm shy? Yeah, that.) I also got to meet the Post Secret guy, Frank Warren, when he came into the bookstore to sign our entire stock of his books. That was pretty cool. I helped to get him set up and got him a latte. (Skim- good guy.) Saturday NIGHT was amazing. Ali, Serena, Steven, Allie, and I headed to Mousetrap at the Black Cat for an evening of mainly dancing. Lots of other stuff occurred, but I encourage you to check Allie's blog for the complete list. Mousetrap brings back so many memories for me. We used to go every week back in college (omg, over 5 years ago!) and even though I hate to be 'that girl' I can't help but get excited when my favorite songs come on and then I sing them and dance to them and just have a grand old time. My favorite dances include:
+Verbing (Someone yells out a verb-hence the name, and you act it out to the beat. "Shovel the snow!" "Bake!" "Swim!" etc.)
+Soul Train (This is tough is people are drunk and don't want to form two lines, but if they'll participate, you form two lines and take turns dancing down the middle.)
+The ????? (What is the name of those things where you push the bottom and they collapse? Because that is what this dance would be call. It's awesome and we made it up last night.)
+The Glass Wall (Two people dance in front of each other and pretend a glass wall is between them.)
+The Statue (The guy just stands there while two (or more?) girls dance around him. No touching.)
+The Klagges (Only Ali and I can do this one because it involves us performing dance routines from our youth. Mrs. Klagges was our dance teacher. *Jazz hands!*)
And today was my concert. It went well, save for the one guy who said something incredibly rude to me and almost made me cry. Luckily, I calmed myself down and reminded myself that I am better than him and anything he says does not matter. Also, when later calmed down my sister helped me to realize what he must have meant. I still hate him, though, and he is now dead to me.
That is all.
XO,
SVR
P.S. Why does Mr. JT's "What Goes Around" have me completely obsessed? (But why is he playing on an up-right? That seems odd. He deserves a grand piano! With me on it...)
*Speaking of birthdays, mine is in 6 days. The 17th!
**The thought did cross our minds to bring "TimeOut" cards, though.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
The Final Countdown
Not only will I be flipping the pages on my Dogs and Scotland calendars today, I will also begin the final countdown to the greatest day of the year.
17 February
The birthday of yours truly.
It was the coldest day of the year in 1980 when J and P Rose headed to Loudoun County Hospital in Virginia to welcome the arrival of their new daughter. But how does one prepare for such excellence?...
to be cont.
17 February
The birthday of yours truly.
It was the coldest day of the year in 1980 when J and P Rose headed to Loudoun County Hospital in Virginia to welcome the arrival of their new daughter. But how does one prepare for such excellence?...
to be cont.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Paper Bag
I'm not working today and, instead of telling you why, which would turn into a long, expletive-filled bitch fest, I am instead going to talk about my weekend*.
Friday in the wee hours of the morning, Allie, Serena, and I headed north to Philadelphia to begin the celebration of her turning 23. And because narrative will put you all to sleep I will now, in list form, tell you what we did:
+We ate.
+We drank.
+We walked.
+We laughed.
+We took pictures.
Saturday, after working all day, the group headed to Hard Times in Herndon for what turned out to be an awesome happy hour where I had 4 beers for $4. Granted, one was poured by mistake and I got it for free and another one was purchased for me because I'm so pretty, but at at rate of $1 per beer, that's a steal I will not say no to. Plus, after two I wouldn't have said no to much. I kid, I'm a kidder. Do you really think I'd be drunk after two beers? At about 1030pm, we parted ways with those under 21 and headed even farther north to the Wonderland Ballroom in DC. I don't think any of us had ever been and the last time we passed by it didn't look too crowded. Well, Saturday night it was overflowing with people! I had a good time there (4 beers plus some probably helped) where I learned how to dance like Elvis and warned people about the vomit on the stair railing.
The weekend left me seriously exhausted though since it was like going out mid week for me since I don't have Saturdays and Sundays off. It was worth it, though. And please go look at my pictures...and leave comments.
XO,
SVR
*Do you like how many commas I used in that sentence? Wow. Comma whore. And probably a stupid comma whore.
Friday in the wee hours of the morning, Allie, Serena, and I headed north to Philadelphia to begin the celebration of her turning 23. And because narrative will put you all to sleep I will now, in list form, tell you what we did:
+We ate.
+We drank.
+We walked.
+We laughed.
+We took pictures.
Saturday, after working all day, the group headed to Hard Times in Herndon for what turned out to be an awesome happy hour where I had 4 beers for $4. Granted, one was poured by mistake and I got it for free and another one was purchased for me because I'm so pretty, but at at rate of $1 per beer, that's a steal I will not say no to. Plus, after two I wouldn't have said no to much. I kid, I'm a kidder. Do you really think I'd be drunk after two beers? At about 1030pm, we parted ways with those under 21 and headed even farther north to the Wonderland Ballroom in DC. I don't think any of us had ever been and the last time we passed by it didn't look too crowded. Well, Saturday night it was overflowing with people! I had a good time there (4 beers plus some probably helped) where I learned how to dance like Elvis and warned people about the vomit on the stair railing.
The weekend left me seriously exhausted though since it was like going out mid week for me since I don't have Saturdays and Sundays off. It was worth it, though. And please go look at my pictures...and leave comments.
XO,
SVR
*Do you like how many commas I used in that sentence? Wow. Comma whore. And probably a stupid comma whore.
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