Vegas Baby!!!

So on Saturday the girls (comprised of my friend who lives a couple miles down the street from me and who ironically was my supervisor at one of my old jobs, and her co-worker who I had never met before Saturday) and I were sitting out by the pool, drinking, laughing, and working on our tans.

They started discussing work and how some of the boys they work with were in Vegas for a guys weekend. Then the friend I've known for a while looks at both of us and says 'we should go to vegas!' The other gal and I look at each other, we look at our friend and then look at each other again and needless to say, two hours later we were on the road to Vegas!

We get there and we're greeted by the boys in MGM Grand and escorted to a plush VIP Lounge. That's right, I said VIP! We ended up getting a comped VIP room at the MGM Grand. I gotta tell ya, it was the most comfortable bed I've EVER slept in. Even half-drunk I knew it was a plush bed! :)

So we gambled, we drank, drank a little more (some more than others), and had a blast of a time.

I highly recommed Tabu Ultra Lounge - the club inside of MGM Grand. And indulging in an Ashton cigar from Davidoff as you're drinking the night away.

What I've learned by living alone...

1. Single girls should not shop for food - of ANY kind - at Costco. The only exception to this rule is if you need to buy 100 paper towels at a time. Cuz you know, you always need paper towels.

2. Food WILL spoil. This is a direct result of forgetting you have four bell peppers in the refrigerator. Four bell peppers you will never really all use at one time, or in one month.

3. It is really not necessary to buy four bell peppers just because they're four for $1.

4. Sometimes, you just have to buy less and pay the same amount as if you were to buy more. *This reminds me of a scene in 'Must Love Dogs' where Diane Lane goes to the deli to buy one or two (can't remember exactly how many) chicken breasts and the butcher tries to talk her into buying an entire chicken for only $0.40 more and she explains that she really doesn't need the entire chicken because she doesn't 'want chicken just layin' around'. I often have food just 'layin' around'.

5. When your closet runs out of space to put yet another shoe rack in it, that means it's probably time to join a support group for shoe addicts.

6. Weeds, gardening, anything landscape related, SUCKS! RoundUp does not!

7. It's ok to leave your just laundered unmentionables on the sofa in the living room. Hell, who's coming over anyways?

8. Sometimes it's ok to just kick off your shoes and leave them in the middle of the entryway when you walk in at the end of the day.

9. If you happen to trip over the above mentioned shoes the next time you walk by, it's no one else's fault but yours.

10. It's really easy to stay up until 3:30 in the morning surfing the internet for the perfect Dior sunglasses.

And there are plenty more...but those are the only ones I can think of for now.

::: sigh ::: I wish I had HBO

...but I don't even really watch that much TV. Maybe I do, but not THAT much.

http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/09/06/apontv.tellmeyouloveme.ap/index.html

Good deeds

I think courtesy and kindness can get you far in life.

I always make sure that if someone is walking behind me that I don't just let the door slam in their face, I hold it open for them - children, elderly, men, women, etc.

I say 'please', 'thank you', and 'excuse me' at the appropriate times and always make sure to give people the benefit of the doubt. You never know what a person is going through and I try to be cognizant of that simply because I would expect the same in return.

I was driving in to work this morning and stopped at a red light. I look to my left and in a lifted truck next to me, I see a guy (hot, I might add) reach into some sort of bag/cooler/whatever, retrieve two packaged sandwiches and a tube of Pringles chips and calls over the homeless (I'm assuming?!) guy at the intersection holding up a sign wanting food...or money....or both, and hand the items to him.

I thought, here is this hot guy in a nice lifted truck giving a bum some food. I was really floored. I guess it just goes to show you that you shouldn't assume a person is a certain way, or will behave a certain way, based on their looks.

I'm a firm believer in Karma and the notion of 'passing it on' and doing a good deed for someone else. So today I'll be sure to pay a little more attention to the little stuff that can mean a lot to someone.

I'm also sure the hot guy in the lifted truck will end up having a good day today.

Making up for lost time. Or something.

So it's almost 1am and I just got home. Went out to a local bar with an old co-worker - ironically, my former supervisor - that I haven't seen in three years.

She's going through relationship drama and I'm going through enough drama to merit a drink - or 2 mango mai tais, pineapple something or other shot, and 3 or so beers. Needless to say, a fun time was had by all.

It's almost as if I'm making up for some lost partying time. To that, I say 'cheers'!

Back to the grind.

The day after a holiday always sucks! This whole week will be weird and everyone will have their days mixed up and be a mess.

Blah!

Anyhoo...in recapping my drunken debauchery of a weekend with a co-worker, I came to the realization that I am just too damn old to be drinking the way I was Friday night. It takes too many days to recover and get back to my normal self.

Gatorade and an 800mg Ibuprofen seems to help. A little.

Nothing like a man to make you drink excessively. But that's another story...

Is being a work-a-holic an excuse not to date?

So...Phoenix is a funny city. There are many yuppies in the Phoenix metro and Scottsdale areas, but finding an available on that isn't just looking for the next bed partner is harder than you think.

I like to call myself a work-a-holic, and in reality I am one. I often work long and late hours and spend so much time running around during the day that the last thing I want to do after work sometimes is endure the agony that is a first and/or blind date. That and, plainly stated, there are just too many pretentious bastards with too much bedhead in their hair out there.

And recently, I haven't met anyone worthy of wasting my $25 mascara and push-up bra on.

Here goes...something.

I work in the crazy world of Public Relations, but I do all things Marketing related, HR related, Operations related, whatever-the-hell-no-one-else-wants-to-do related.

And I drink too many dirty martinis. Grey Goose. Two olives.

So my life is summed up by Public Relations by day. Martinis by night.