Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
I'm now International - Yep, Salt City Miss has two readers in the UK and Canada- woohoo! Don't know who they are personally, but HI GUYS!
Friends - My UT friends suck lately! OK, not really, I just wanted to see if they're really reading this. LOVE YOU!
Laundry - OMG, it's been piling up for two weeks, I absolutely need to do some wash, it just takes so much time!
Shoes - I have been neglecting my shoes far too often lately and I need to do some fall shoe shopping - it's totally on the schedule!
Social Life - Even without dating anyone special, I'm still doing a lot. Never fret my dears, I am not becoming a hermit!
Dating - OK, I have to clarify, since moving here full-time I have been on dates, but nobody really interesting, at least nobody that I would consider going out with again. That's just to clarify.
Economy - Since I deal with the economy and it's current situation daily for work, I will not bore you with my opinions, and they're educated opinions too!
Politics - Even though I haven't posted about politics at all thus far, let's just say socially I'm about as left as they come! Fiscally I'm to the left of the middle, so...Vote Obama! And let me just say this, when Obama/Biden wins, I'm going to change my name to Monica and see if I can get a job as an intern for Joe Biden! He's not quite Bill, but I love a smart guy and I'd totally show him my thong.
Weekend Plans - Kerryman tonight with the girls, Oktoberfest tomorrow with TBills and then Sunday Funday. I promise to watch my intake of mimosas and bloody marys, we all know where that got me last Sunday!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The effort one must put into getting "some" is just too much for me. Waxing, shaving, working-out, cleaning the house (visitors), small-talk, primping, lingerie, etiquette and all those little things just add up to too much time and effort wasted on one person when I could just simply take care of it all by myself, is daunting to say the least.
Asexuality is a much better option for me at this point. I got to thinking why I was just not into "J", please don't ask me why I've wasted a lot of mental energy on this, I just have. He's attractive, seems to be smart and could possibly be a good friend, I'm just not into him, yet he is apparently into me. Except for the Demolition Man, who stood me up, I have spent nine months in Chicago and I have not met one other guy who interests me. At ALL! I think I have lost my sex-drive completely! This was a tragedy when I first thought about it, but now I think I may have unlocked a creative energy that I haven't had in quite awhile. I could totally be noble here and devote my new creative energy to say helping the sick, homeless, indigent, down-trodden and countless others, but I can't think of where I should devote my time.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Only now it's Monday, I'm in a blah mood and my materialistic other half is trying to back stab me and it wants to spend my money! I thought I had thoroughly convinced myself that saving the money was a good thing to do, because it meant that I could buy myself a new laptop before the end of the year, but apparently I'm trying to self-sabotage my own bank account.
I think sometimes I have dual-personalities; and one of those personalities is a reckless, materialistic, spender and the other is a miser! Are there specific therapists to deal with this sort of personality disorder? If not, will somebody help talk my materialistic side off the ledge?
Friday, September 19, 2008
While at the game, D&T met one of the owners of Scocca, a restaurant near my apartment - Roger Dodger/Rog/Chef Extrordinaire/etc, besides being totally cute (short, but totally cute), he was the sweetest thing in the world! Through Bulleit bourbon, shots of Jameson, Socco&Lime, and a bottle of wine - Roger Dodger kept sending food from the kitchen! Lots of food! Tons of food...and it was OMG fabulous! What I can remember - squash ravioli, ceasar pizza, escargot, some sort of salad with bacon, egg, and fried slivers of onion rings - yummy. Then there was the best pork chop I've ever had, which Roger Dodger ever so lovingly created the perfect bite and fed it to me, then there was some sort of beef entree with shrimp that melted in my mouth! Between, D&T and their friend KV we shared everything, but it was so incredibly yummy, it now goes down in my book as one of my top nights in Chicago. I told Roger Dodger he was my new wet dream and I meant it.
It was great to spend time with D&T and actually get a chance to talk. Tracy and I completely forgot the boys and carried on our own conversation most of the night. So while I'm bummed Linds couldn't make it...I still managed to feed the SLC addiction and I added wine, ravioli, bourbon, pizza, porkchops.....
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
During college, I remember the worst part of volleyball was three-a-days and how sore you'd get, but since you were young, you'd bounce right back and be in the swing of things in no time. You'd practice during the day, all day and then party at night. After this Sunday's practice, all I wanted to do was go home, take an advil and crash into bed. Three hours of hitting drills and then pick-up games and I was exhausted and every joint I had ached. Don't get me wrong, I don't get sore and achey from just normal activity, but high-intensity games for three hours will definitely make me hurt.
Anyway, during the pick-up games the majority of the players were in the young to mid twenties and they're good, but they're so young it's enviable. So at 7PM I finally called it quits and as I was leaving, one of the girls who had been playing on the other side of the net from me all night asked two things. In order: 1) How tall are you? (a: 6'0") and 2) How old are you? (a: 34), to which she replied - "OMG, you play really well for that old."
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!
If my shoulder hadn't hurt I would have decked her! Good thing for her I'm old.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
This is JV riding around in the dust storm, which hadn't actually picked up at this point.
I love these photos of Linds and Karen immersed in one of the art installations. It was a giant lit up jellyfish...or at least that's what it looked like to us.
Every year on Friday, there is something called the Critical Tits parade. Basically anybody who wants to join, can dress up their "girls" and ride in the parade. This year Amy & Karen joined the throng of others and the rest just watched.
This is Opulent Temple. Basically it's an outdoor nighclub with light shows, DJ's and caged dancers. On this night I would esimate there were at least five-thousand people in this location dancing.
The Sirens beckon you!
This is daytime at camp, or it could be early morning, but you never wear a watch so no real idea what time it is.
The Duck: The people who built this art car were part of a large group of people, all in matching rented RV's, pretty people with three art cars - one of which was covered in white fur and the inside was a converted bus with zebra print fur upholstery, disco light floor and a platform for dancing on top. I think this car finally hit the playa on Friday night because they were building it for two days after we arrived. There was a ramp on one side for getting on and one on the other side to get off. It had a great DJ and when we saw it on the playa we decided to get on. All of us got on, and then yours truly got kicked off! I used to like the duck, thought it was cool...now I think they're a bunch of assholes! I can totally carry a grudge like that.
This is Amy on night 2 (I think)This temple is a big thing at Burning Man, every year they build a large, beautiful shrine. People come here to let go of things, feelings, memories and people. There are large shrines laid at the temple and farewells that will break your heart. On Sunday night they burn the whole thing down. Unfortunately Karen lost her husband and our friend Scotty last year to cancer. She build a lovely shrine and placed it at the temple. JV and Linds at Root Society. AmyT on burn night in front of the pompous duck! And finally, we get to the burning of the man. The genesis can be read at Burning Man (dot) com, so I don't want to paraphrase and get anything wrong, but it's meaning has something different for everybody. Some say it represents "The Man" and others say it represents ideals. I won't go into what it means for me, other than to say it's a way of letting go. I am both fascinated and frightened of fire which makes me a pyrophobic and an pyromaniac, go figure. The burn starts with fireworks and then....
The Man goes up in a huge ball of fire.
On Saturday, the day we had the 10 hr dust storm, as mentioned in the previous post, this is why the fire conclave could not perform this year. Basically every year, fire troupes from all over the world perform before the lighting of the Man. They spin fire (poi), twirl fire, hula hoop with fire and do all sorts of things with fire. However, due to the possibility of wind gusts they could not perform this year and now you see why.
This photo was taken just as the giant structure of the man fell into a giant burning heap.
Monday, September 15, 2008
The afternoon foray! - Notice how dirty the boots got, but believe me they were the best purchase I made for this trip....along with the pink & black corset!
Mike & Kelly in the 10 hr dust storm on Saturday. There was actually a question as to whether or not the Man would actually burn. Due to weather there was no Fire Conclave this year, which was a disappointment, but necessary due to the amount of pyrotechnics that were packed around the Man. During the afternoon, we huddled in Dean and Tracy's trailer and played board games, drank, ate and basically enjoyed the A/C - huge bonus! When you're out in the storms, the only thing you can do is wear protection and/or take cover. Protection includes: dust mask & goggles!
This is one of my favorite photos to come out of Burning Man this year! JV and Linds on our 2nd night (I think).
These are the girls on Burn Night! LtoR: Linds, Me, AmyT & Karen.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I think: religion is for shit!
I know: how to fix a flat, change the fluids in my car, make an evening gown and bring myself to orgasm - BTW, the last one is the most important.
I want: to go on a lingerie shopping spree
I have: way too much hair
I dislike: lies, lies, lies!
I miss: my SLC friends.
I fear: human spontaneous combustion.
I feel: frisky.
I hear: voices in my head...nope that's just the TV, this time.
I smell: COFFEE!
I crave: alone time.
I cry: very seldom, but always at odd moments when I do.
I usually: hit snooze at least 3 times in the morning.
I search: every morning for the matching shoe hidden in my closet somewhere.
I wonder: if Derek Jeter would heart me as much as I heart him.
I regret: nothing.
I love: meeting new, awesome people.
I care: about my family, my friends and my kitty cat...not necessarily in that order either.
I always: eat M&M's in even numbers. Weird I know, it's just one of my many quirks.
I worry: that I will be forgotten.
I am not: short or stupid.
I remember: how much it hurt when my father left.
I believe: "that children are our future." Ugh, I just threw up a little with that one! LOL
I sing: when I'm walking down the street, which usually leads to dance walking.
I don't always: floss. Sorry Dr. Jensen.
I argue: with my sister only.
I write: just to make sure my brain and my fingers can work together better than my brain and my mouth.
I win: scrabble, when I can spell "quint" on triple word score for 45 pts.
I lose: the matching shoe all the time when I don't return my shoes to their rightful place in the closet.
I wish: IT WOULD STOP FUCKING RAINING HERE!
I listen: to people when they don't know it.
I am talented: You bet your ass I'm talented, and many of those talents you will never know.
I can usually be found: lusting over Derek Jeter if the Yankees are playing.
I am scared: of footsteps in the dark.
I need: a pink single-speed bike, or find a cute boy around here to make one for me.
I forget: very little
I am happy: and I smile a lot too.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Interior: apartment on Barry
Time: 4:26 AM
Characters: Salt City Miss, SCM's cat Bubba, SCM's Sister and MG's cat Milo
Setting: SCM asleep in bed with earplugs firmly embedded (sis is a major snorer), Bubba asleep on pillow, Sis screaming frantically from living room, Milo stalking Sis in living room.
I was rudely awakened at 4:26 this morning to my sister screaming frantically that Milo was stalking her, swiping at her and generally looking at her like she was breakfast. After she finally burst into my bedroom, startling me and Bubba, I somehow managed to get out of bed, gather up Milo, place him in time-out in his cage and stumble my way back to bed.
Let me just point out, Sis is older than me and obviously larger than Milo. Please explain to me why she felt the need to awaken me at 4:26 in the morning? Please explain to me why, if she knows I wear earplugs when she's staying with me, she thought calling my cell phone was a good idea, even though the living room is right next to my bedroom in a seriously not large apartment? Please explain to me why she couldn't just take care of this all by herself?
I need explanations otherwise I'm going to choke sis and Milo when I get home, because the rude interruption to my sleep this morning is seriously messing with my day!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Even though I could tell you some stories, they're just words until you see the pictures to go with them. There is TA so shit faced, he went out in the famous Coco drag and thought he was actually going to get some action, then pouted mercilessly when he didn't, me in all my corset glory (still trying to breathe properly), AmyT in sparkling grandeur, Linds in feminine fabulousness (even though she was sick the entire trip - color me IMPRESSED!), and the Collin sisters in calculated, coordinated mischief!
I hereby promise to harass, harangue and basically annoy the hell out of my friends until I get those pictures.
For now, I'm just going to be bad! It's so much easier than being good.
Friday, September 5, 2008
This morning I got a message on Facebook from a guy that I had the hugest crush on when I was 19. He was 23 and he had great hair, a killer smile, beautiful laugh, warm heart and happened to be dating Miss America, well not exactly Miss America, but she was runner-up (or top 10, can’t remember which now) to Miss Utah, which in my home state means you’re beautiful and can sing. My one biggest regret with him is that I never got to kiss him! I was just way too shy to make a move. Nowadays my mid-thirties self will look back on my teenage and early-twenties self and shake her head all the time, I was shy, insecure and so very naïve. Hell, I don’t even know what his feelings were toward me, even though we never went on a “date”, we did spend some time together and he turned me on to one of my favorite bands Live, and now is the time I wish I would have just asked how he felt or, horror of horrors actually asked him out. Fear of rejection at the time I suppose is my only answer. Now I say, “Screw rejection!” Hell I’ve dealt with rejection; I would just like to get rid of the unknown! The unknown vexes me greatly.
The guy is now married to Miss America and they have three children, no big surprise there, in fact nothing really surprised me about his current life. He has taken the path that was always laid out there for him; at least it seems to me, but I could be wrong. My only wish is that he's happy, because he is one of the people I wish happiness in life.
Viva lá Facebook!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
There could be an entire documentary film about how text messages have killed the idea of a "real" relationship. My friend JV once posted a link on my Facebook to a funny cartoon about two phones getting drunk and having a text hook-up relationship, with no actual conversation. It basically went as follows: two phones meet up in a bar while drinking/drunk, exchange numbers and continue to text over the space of a week, then they both get drunk again, hook-up, have freaky phone sex (actually quite funny), then break-up via text. I realize this is just an animated version of what happens most weekends across the country. My friend AmyT also met a guy, they exchanged numbers, and he would only have text conversations with her. For instance, he would send her a text, and she would try and call him. He wouldn't answer his phone, but would then text her back. Now I realize there are times when one cannot have an actual conversation due to time and place and therefore uses text to communicate, but she didn't feel this was the case with this guy. She stopped responding to his texts and he stopped texting.
Last week before I left for Utah and Burning Man I received the following text:
FWB? Come meet me near Wrigley, I'm nervous but not shy.
This text came from a guy on my volleyball team, who I am absolutely 100% NOT interested in, would never consider for a romantic relationship and is most definitely not a candidate for a FWB situation. I started to think where I may have gone wrong in my friendship with him to make him think that I would even be open to such a situation as friends with benefits. I personally don't think I put out the FWB vibe, I have never suggested any such openness to such an arrangement and hadn't spoken to him in over a week when I received this text. Which got me to thinking...
Is this where relationships have gone? Seriously, have people stopped communicating the old fashioned way? This text really peeved me, and apparently it's still peeving me!