Happy Valentine's Day?

Everyone else was sharing their V-Day pictures, here's what I'm up to. At least I get to work to the romantic tunes of the violinist playing for all the happy couples in the restaurant upstairs. 

Le sigh.

The Lady, Lately

Well hi there friends. It sure has been a long time since I got on the old Google Machine and wrote a blog post. A lot has happened since I last saw you all, but here's my life for the last year in the form of a Haiku:

Busy jobby things,

boyfriend hasn't run away (yet)

No time for Lady Blog.

More champagne please. 

I realize that this last part does not follow the traditional structure of a Haiku, but I thought it added a little something special. And necessary.

Annnnd she's back!
Lady Blogger

An Open Letter to My Neighbors

Howdy Neighbor,


Congratulations on forming your very first death metal noise band! As an avid supporter of the arts, I salute your efforts to bring more live music to Tallahassee. What's more, free live music that we don't even have to leave home to listen to! I was just saying to myself "Geez, my Wednesday nights are really lacking a musically guided journey through the inner circles of hell" and then - BOOM - here you come with your drumming and your screaming. I particularly like how you have found a way to incorporate microphone feedback into your musical style.


Keep up the good work!


XOXOh my God, make it stop--
The Lady Blogger


P.S. I apologize for the impersonal nature of this message. I did a Google search for "Teen Alt-Angsty Screamo Band + Tallahassee" to find your name and contact info, but nothing turned up. I blame SOPA.

Prom Is the New Kardashian Wedding

If you're as well-versed in MTV shows targeted at a high school audience as I am, you are familiar with the relatively new phenomena of the Prom Proposal. I personally wasn't asked to my own senior prom (shocker, I know), but if I was I imagine it would have probably taken place in the school parking lot the day before in an absolute last resort situation. It certainly would NOT have involved an elaborate set-up with flowers, original songs, and billboards with the simple question "Prom?"

The kids these days have taken the prom proposal to an entirely new level with their lights and balloons and their scaling of high school buildings and such.

 

Now I'm no Sonali Rodrigues, but I think I deserve a little prom redemption. Good thing I have the 7th and Final 80's Prom to look forward to this month. The next two weeks will be filled with Goodwill shopping, hair teasing trial runs, and sitting at home desperately hoping that a basket full of tiny baby rabbits shows up on my doorstep with a sign that says "SomeBUNNY wants to go to Prom with you".

See you there dudes and dudettes!

'Tis the Season to Get Embarrassingly Drunk at Holiday Parties

There's nothing like the Christmas season to have an excuse to do some solid weekday drinking.Last night I had the good-fortune to attend someone else's company holiday party where I did not have to be accountable for my own actions. This is the second year I have invited myself to this soiree, and a good time is always had by all. 

The standout highlight last year was the discovery of an adorable Christmas catkin, which I promptly stuffed into my purse and has since been proudly displayed on my refrigerator. But for the last 365 days I have struggled with the decision of which festive and slightly homicidal looking kitty to showcase... until a Christmas miracle happened at the dessert table last night and we found a duplicate. Thank you Santa, just like Journey I won't stop believin'.

  Editor's Note: Isn't the way I used a dog magnet to hold up my catkins ironic? Get it? Because they're cats, and it's a dog magnet, and dogs and cats normally don't like each other... Get it?

This Happens When I Drink Tequila

This text message brought to you by Sunrise Tequila.

Me: I may or may not have just made it rain w/FSView newspapers on the fine patrons of Mockingbird. Wednesday night: success.

Sent: 11:35 p.m.

And if you were wondering, no one in this hipster bar was at all amused with my creative distribution of the news.

Sober Follow-up Text This Morning

Friend: Come on. Tell me the truth. You did crystal meth, didn't you? Nobody drinks well tequila.

Me: I think well tequila is made out of crystal meth.

Well played Wednesday, you got me good.

Facebook Status Etiquette: An Addendum

We couldn't just stop at four rules, so here are some late additions that didn't make the original post. Patrick, you are one funny sum'bitch.

5. Enough with the Heartfelt Chain Posts.

Now let me be clear. I love my family and friends and I support those with illness. I also love God and the good ole U.S of A. What I do not support, however, are these ridiculous chain posts, demanding that I complete a task in order to prove my patriotism, show that I love my family, avoid a life of spinsterhood, or some other bleak outcome. Case in point, the below post from my beloved aunt who shall remain nameless.

"YOUR SON WILL HOLD YOUR HAND FOR ONLY A LITTLE WHILE, BUT WILL HOLD YOUR HEART FOR A LIFETIME. IT'S SON'S WEEK... IF YOU HAVE A SON OR SONS WHO MAKE YOUR LIFE WORTH LIVING JUST BY BEING AROUND THEM & IF YOU'RE PROUD OF YOUR SON(S), COPY AND PASTE TO YOUR STATUS"

Let's be honest. We all have at least one relative, probably an aunt, who engages in this unacceptable Facebook behavior. Also, all caps are UN-FUCKING-ACCEPTABLE. Knock it off before I permanently hide your posts. 

6. This Is Your Facebook Page, Not Your Kid's. 

Look, I'm happy that you have a baby. I really am. I even like looking at a few of the new pictures that you post, especially after he/she was born. But there comes a time when you have to take your page back. If you want little Johnny or darling Susie to have a page, make them one. Turning your profile into a living scrapbook for your kid might be sweet but it's not why I accepted your friend request. I have nothing against baby photos or the occasional cute mishap, but I don't need to know that Conner took a crap in the bathtub or left a crayon in his pocket.