Monday, May 30, 2011

Does anyone else remember this?

For some reason this song popped in my head on my way home from volleyball today. It probably had something to do with the fact that I didn't wear any sunscreen - and felt a little bummed about that.
It scares me a little bit that I feel as young as I was when it came out (...and it came out 12 years ago).

Happy Memorial Day, everyone! Just remember...WEAR SUNSCREEN!

Monday, May 16, 2011

For my mom...

I had a discussion tonight with my favorite mom ever (it was a tough choice, but I figured that she deserved to take the top spot). She informed me that her favorite blogs to read are when I answer questions. Seeing that those are pretty much the easiest ones to write (since half of it is written for you and you don't even have to think of the questions), I'm going to give her the gift of the answered question tonight. I hope it lives up to your expectations, momzy!

Apple juice or orange juice? Apple juice if I feel like having an apple. Orange juice if I feel like having a tomato.

Are you a morning or night person? It is not abnormal for me to go to bed at 8pm. It also isn't abnormal for me to sleep until 9am. Can I be a mid-morning to evening person??

Which do you prefer, sweet or salty foods? Salty. Definitely salty. Although...there is this restaurant in Charlotte called Dandelion Market that has a chocolate brownie with a dash of of sea salt on top. It sounds disgusting, but I assure is delightful.

Ninjas or pirates? Pirates.

Ninjas vs pirates, discuss. Isn't it obvious?

Autobots or Decepticons? Autobots....derrr....

What was your favorite childhood television program? So there was this one time where my family was in middle of dinner and I realized that the last.ever.episode. of Full House was going to be on in mere moments. Oh, I loved that show. My dad almost didn't let me go watch it, but I'm pretty sure he saw the tears welling up in my eyes and said, "Oh, fine...go watch it."
I mean, seriously...Michelle had fallen off of a horse and she had lost her memory! She didn't even remember that her dad liked to hug and that she was called "munchkin" by her Uncle Jessie! I am so thankful that my dad let me go watch it, mainly because I would have never found out that her memory came back and that show ended on a positive note. It was always questionable with that show whether or not it would end on a positive note.

Are you a collector of anything? Dreams.

If you could have any superpower, what would it be? Teleportation. Or to breathe under water like Aquaman (that seems like a super useful superpower if someone ever tries to hold your head under water).

What is usually your first thought when you wake up? Already?!?!

What do you usually think about right before falling asleep? It usually has something to do with whatever the last text or call was about.

You're given 1 million dollars, what do you spend it on? House, car, and savings.

Any tattoos or piercings? A white tattoo on my ankle and my ears are pierced. It's pretty hardcore.

What's the first thing you notice in the opposite sex? Their smile usually tells a lot about their personality.

What personality traits do you look for in a partner? Funny and kind. Both are musts.

Do you see yourself getting married in the next 5 years? I wouldn't be opposed to it, but I won't be devastated if it doesn't happen.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? I feel like I'm living in the place that I want to live in. If I wanted to live anywhere else, wouldn't I?

If you could visit anywhere in the world, where would you go? I realize this is super vague, but I'd love to visit Europe. Oh, yes...all of Europe.

Name 1 regret you have: Wasting time. (Yup...I've being vague again)

Name 1 thing you miss about being a kid: Not paying bills.

Name 1 thing you love about being an adult: Freedom to do whatever I want, whenever I want to do it. What's funny is that now I'm an adult, I go to bed earlier than what my childhood bedtime was.

What's your favorite song of the moment? Arms - Christina Perri

What's your favorite thing to do on a Saturday night? Dinner with friends

What's your favorite thing to do on a Sunday afternoon? Catch up on DVR and think about how awesome it is that I had enough energy to mow the lawn on Saturday afternoon.

You're about to walk the green mile, what do you have as your last meal? Why do they call it the green mile? What did I do to find myself in that situation?? Hmmm...probably a TON of spaghetti and cheese (yes, with ketchup) so that my stomach feels so bad that I want to die.

What would be your dream job? I'm still figuring that out.

Which would you rather have, 100 million dollars or true love? I'm pretty sure that if I had a 100 million dollars, I could find true love...or at least the closest thing to it.

If you could have 3 wishes granted, what would they be? True love, 100 million dollars and, of course, more wishes...

Ever wish you were born the opposite sex? If so, why? Sadly, I recently wished that I was from a different country (something to do with work being an "equal opportunity employer"), but no...I've never wished for a penis.

If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to? Regina Phalange

Do you believe in the afterlife? Absolutely.

On the topic of abortion, how do you feel about cookies? This is quite possibly the funniest abortion/cookie question on the planet. Magic.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

How to not wait tables...

Chris came into town this week for a visit. Not surprisingly, we went on a tour of a variety of restaurants around the Charlotte area. I was a little proud of myself that I had made reservations at a few places (I'm not really known as the girl that makes decisions), but unfortunately, the reservations that I had made had to be canceled for one reason or another. No worries, though...we made our way to a few of Chris' favorite places.

The first place we had dinner was at Cantina 1511, so I'm not terribly surprised that when we made our way to Wild Wing Cafe in the Epicentre the next night for dinner, there was a distinct fall in the awesomeness of service.

To be fair, I had already had a pretty intense day at work, sustaining myself on Diet Coke, almonds and a venti Starbucks iced coffee throughout the entire day. I have learned that living on a diet of caffeine and protein is probably not the best for keeping a positive outlook on life.

The waiter came over and it became quite apparent that he was a 18 year old kid that was convinced that he was meant to be an actor. He introduced himself by saying that we could call him either "Darnell" (or was it Darrell??), "short guy" something-or-other, or "black kid in the red shirt" since "we were the ones tipping him" (Isn't rule #1 in waiting tables that you don't talk about tipping with the people you are serving? I hate when people pick up the book with the check in it and say, "Do you need change?"....this kid was like 12 steps beyond that...). With a lack of caring what he was rambling about, I let him carry on and counted down the seconds until he would bring us our drinks and take our order.

It was agreed upon that we (Simon, Chris, and I) would order 25 boneless wings and split them. The guys were kind enough to order boneless wings, because I'm not a fan of gnawing meat off a bone. The server wanted to make a stupid joke about every single thing we said. When Chris ordered Ranchilada flavored boneless wings, he told us a story about a woman ordering them before...and then asked, "What flavor did you want?"
Dude. You just told us a stupid story about a woman ordering RANCHILADA wings.

That should have been a clue that our order was not going to be right. When the wings came, they were the good ol' bone-in buffalo wings. When the kid came over to ask us how everything was, I told him that we wanted boneless wings and he disagreed with us!'m pretty sure we said that we wanted boneless wings. I explained that the guys would happily eat bony wings, but I would need a menu to order something that I would eat. He then proceeded to ask me how I eat fish if I don't eat things where I have to eat off of a bone. Dude...I don't eat fish with a bone in it...nor does anyone on the planet pick up a fish and gnaw the fishy part off of tiny fish bones. Idiot.

I had hit my limit on redonkulousness long before this kid started questioning my food choices, but the guys hit their limit when they ordered Firefly vodka and he brought them back a fruit salad, with a side of Firefly vodka. He was so proud that he garnished the drinks himself. There is nothing quite like a rocks glass filled with cherries, orange, lime, and lemon slices.

While the boys were picking chunks of fruit out of their glasses, I asked idiot short black kid in the red shirt (that isn't racist...he told us to call him that, well...not the idiot part) to bring us a cheesecake chimichanga. He asked, "The cheesecake?"
No, dude....the cheesecake chimichanga.

While usually there is a nice glaze of caramel on a cheesecake chimichanga, this guy brought us the dessert sitting in a pool of chocolate syrup and raspberry sauce all over it. Awesome.

When we asked for our check, he told us the story of how he just got a 30 cent tip from another table. He gave us a high five when he was telling us his belief that we wouldn't do that to him. I just have to say...although I'm a big fan of tipping no matter what, he is VERY lucky that Chris paid for the entire meal. There is zero doubt in the world that he was far kinder to the kid than I ever would be.

Other than that horrid experience, I had a great time while Chris was in town. I just won't return to WWC - Epicentre until enough time has elapsed so that kid has either been let go to "explore other employment opportunities" or moved to California to chase his dream of being, well...probably a homeless actor.