Cupid Bow Mouth

Well, not exactly. Although, I'm as exhausted as if I had. Feel vaguely hung over, too, but I didn't drink not a lick of alcohol. Not one single solitary beer. I had fun, anyway.

I went to the Nine Inch Nails concert last night. C-Dogg's boyfriend is their Tour Manager and scored us Club seats at the Forum and VIP All-Access passes. Because of the passes we actually watched the show from the floor by the sound booth. It was the best place to be because the lights and the motion graphics were phenomenal and you've got to see them. Trent Reznor puts on a fine, fine show and I highly recommend it.

It was very good times. The first set was the newer rock stuff and then it segued into the very new instrumental stuff (which I highly recommend. I'd heard some of it on KROQ so wasn't surprised) and then back into the rock. They played straight and did five songs on the encore. It was really, really good. TR comes up with all the concepts and the guy's pretty brilliant.

It was my first concert, guys! Can you believe it? I'm claustrophobic, which is usually not a big deal, but the idea of large crowds kinda wig me out a little. We stayed far enough in the back to avoid the sea of people sardined on the first half of the floor AND get the best view of the stage. Crowd energy was awesome and the sound guy was rocking out from note one. He was almost as entertaining to watch as the show itself. The opening act, a small time Georgia band called Deerhunter, was pretty uninteresting. A lot mistakes in the sound cues, a little off-key, no stage presence to speak of. But that's not what people were there for and we only had to sit through maybe three or four songs.

We were supposed to get to meet the band, but Reznor cancelled all the meet and greets, etc, on account of being sick. He also cancelled all of his interviews and what not and some shows over the last few weeks. By the end of the show you could hear the strain in his voice, but it was still excellent.

Hola, kidlets!

I have been busy, hoo boy and it doesn't promise to get any better. With the holidays ramping up into full swing, I'm sure you're all feeling the pressure as well. So, just before I fall off the face of the map again. I'll fill you in on a few things.

( How I spent my weekend )

( IWRY Fic Marathon )

That's me, kids!

For the remainder, I will be finishing up sundry applications, attempting to finish one more fic before year's end, seducing the Giant Cutie-Honey, and eating too much chocolate.

I hope that you all will be up to the same.

Oh, and also, I am charmed by Tin Man even though I find Dorothy Gale (aka DG) to be pretty uninteresting. Why is it that everbody else has angst and delicious back story except for her. Not to mention they all have better names. I mean how do we go from Azkadellia to DG, for heaven's sake.

San Francisco was a blast!! Mostly.

Yo!Mello and I flew up on Sunday morning, walked from Union Square to the Fisherman's Wharf and cabbed it back in time to shower and change for Ian Siegal.

On the way, I killed my calves in an insane attempt to climb that first crazy hill on Powell. Damn, dude! WTF? We turned right instead and zig-zagged our way into Chinatown. And wasn't that fun. Interesting smells, the chatter of faux crickets and the bright, distracting glitter of sundry totchkes. Yo!Mello was lured into a jewelry store by a coral and gold ring only to be told by the proprieter that it was 'maybe' too expensive for her. Indeed it was and we laughed and rolled our eyes on the way out.

Then we had double yolk Moon Cakes. OMG and never again!! Although, Yo!Mello enjoyed it far more than me. I was just grossed out. Ah, c'est la vie. To each his own. And then we met an old college roommate of mine for a late lunch and coffee and that was the most fun ever! We caught up and talked and laughed and it was the best time! I can't believe how great she looked and she's MARRIED and I got to meet her husband. OMG!!

Then the real fun began because we got to see Ian Siegal and it was the BEST TIME EVER!!! He was on fire as usual and the show lasted three hours! The man is a blues singing machine and I am totally in love. *sigh* Just, damn. Yo!Mello and I got up and shook our money-maker's, strutted and I damn near crippled my self. But how could I stay seated when Ian was serenading me with the awesomeness of "Bloodshot"! And for the encore he sung my request: "Big Legged Woman." My only regret is that we didn't get to spend more time with him.

He's going to be in Tacoma and Seattle, I believe next. If ya'll live nearby, I'd highly suggest catching a show! Tell him Libby sent you.

Unfortuantely, what would have been the rockingest weekend since St. Patrick's Day was smudged by tragedy! I went to withdraw money from the ATM only to find that there were no funds and that I was overdrawn by $112.00. OMFG!! I flipped out right there on the sidewalk in front of the bank! I rattled my brain trying to figure out how I had managed to spend $112.00 more than I had in the bank. Well, after I got home on Monday night and proceeded to balance my checkbook I called the bank and turns out Pleasant Holidays ran an unauthorized charge on my account for an amount I had paid a week earlier! I've been told that the money has since been credited back and it's just a matter of waiting for it to hit my bank account. Meanwhile, I am screwed and hungry because I HAVE NO MONEY!

Dude.

Ian Siegal almost makes up for it, but still ... I'm hungry.

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND!! I hope you're all up to no-good on this three day bender. Have a good time, but be safe. Remember: designated drivers are always an excellent idea, as are cabs and condoms. Kissing and ass grabbing should always be fun; all things in moderation. So, watch yourselves out there in the big wide world. Have a great time, dance until your feet hurt, wear sunscreen, and finally:

"Don't worry. It'll only seem kinky the first time." -- anonymous

I am tired, kids. Exhausted even. It was not a game this weekend and I partied like I was twenty-three again. Somebody remind me next time that I am no longer twenty-three!

Still it was nice to party like a rockstar even if it was for only a little while. We overcame bad weather, overcast and rainy all damn day, and long lines down at the pier, we waited for close to an hour to get into Patrick Molloy's, for two nights full of rip-roaring, heel-kickin' good times. Sin and I, joined by her sister GhettoFab, rolled in wearing green t-shirts with snappy sayings spread across our boobs. I was mighty surprised, the other girls should have tried it because we got mucho love from all the hot dudes. My T-shirt read "I'm not Irish but kiss me anyway, Sin's said "I recycle boys", and GhettoFab's read "I kiss girls". We were rockin' cute and ran into all sorts of knuckleheads. Even got the party started on the dance floor despite the crackhead DJ who spun the most tragic mixes ever. It's why I prefer Sharkeez for sheer dancing fun.

The only tragedy about the night was that we headed home way early! We started the night off with Irish Car Bombs but Sin killed it with Red-Headed Sluts. 10.30 saw us staggering over to Paisano's for pizza and then how we managed to get home I still don't quite recall.

I swear I used to be a good girl and then Sin moved two blocks off the Pier and now I am dissolute and scandalous! *sigh* I'll never get into Heaven this way.

Still, it's fun in the meantime because this weekend the party had only just started and we kicked off Saturday with a 9am breakfast at Hennessy's which included Mimosa's. YAY!

There was even a St Pat's Day parade full of the wacky and random. We managed to last an hour and a half before heading off to Sharkeez where we confessed to rating guys as they walked into the bar. "You know, black shirt guy ten points, green shirt guy three points." One guy actually came back to get his rating at which point I had to admit that there was no rating system but that I was actually plotting my strategy for world domination.

Oh, good times. Good times. But that wasn't even the best part. The best part was when Sin's ex-ex roommate showed up and we girls, gently inebriated, headed off to her ex-boyfriend's house for a party. There were fifteen people at his party when we arrived and they were all boys! Needless to say, we turned out to be the life of the party because we definitely know how to keep it rowdy. It was crazy! There were photos of nekkid ass whoppings and 80's power ballads, water gun battles and shots of Hypnotique. Sin even got stalked by a hottie with bright green eyes who wanted to marry her before the night was out. I loved it! And because you know my nights are NEVER really complete unless I get to kiss a boy, I met a super cute saxophone player from San Francisco. He was kinda shy and all into his music and one of the better kissers I've ever encountered.

Good Times I tell ya, good times! We were beat the next morning and didn't actually make it home until after 10.30. 24 full hours of Party! OMGAWD WTF! Sin still feels Half-Dead. Me? I'm walking and that's gotta count for something.

How sad is it that I find my shiny new job BORING after only three point five months.

*is sad*

I look forward to the weekends first thing on Monday morning, once my brain has been caffinated and de-fogged. Once I am awake enough to realize that I am bored.

Then Friday rolls around and I am so antsy and relieved that all I can do is get into oodles of trouble.

That said, this weekend I:

1. Kissed a boy, age 22. He wanted to be friends after that, but I only did it for the camera. Back off, junior.

2. Hit on my hot, committed barback. (Actually this one doesn't count because I do it EVERY weekend. It's our relationship.)

3. Picked up a pretty hockey player with grey eyes, the sweetest lips and a smart mouth. Needless to say, he was the biggest of big trouble and we had a fab time. Unfortunately, Canada wanted him back, so I had to say bye-bye to the pretty hockey player.


Now, what did ya'll get into this weekend?

Hola kids! I had a beautifully, long weekend, the like of which I haven't seen in these many moons. And we're not talking an extra day because I decided to play hooky and skipped worked. We're talking a leisurely, I-really-have-nothing-better-to-do-than-chill-and-hangout kind of weekend. It was hot in the shade down here in SoCal, upper 80's easy all weekend. Humidity was in the low teens and the sky was clear and blue and wildfire threatened to continue wreaking havoc through the Southland. Luckily enough, I live at the beach and ignored the gentle murmurings and red flag warnings popping up on news.

On the broadcast front, the joke with all the weathermen consisted of "HA HA East Coast, we here in Southern California, dressed in our board shorts and flip flops, mock the monkey pants off you who sit bundled in gloves and hats waiting out the blizzard of the year. Mock Mock Mockitty Mock Mock."

I must say that I, too, heartily enjoyed the unseasonably warm SoCal weather. Cause let's face it people it really does rain in Southern California and this is not your usual February. If I weren't sure I'd say we were having a La Nina year. Alas, I don't remember El Nino roaring through last season, so ...

Me and the girls made the most of the sun and surf, heading down to the Pier on Friday night in tank tops and jeans. I was ready for a night of good old fashioned foot stomping, but since Pattycakes didn't roll with the crew, I wasn't holding out much hope for a night full o' dancing. However!! ZuZuQ, after making fun of my comfy kicks and harassing me into a pair of sparkly gold flats, was on a mighty roll and bought rounds of drinks and shots throughout the night. For EVERYONE. You guys should have come, we made FRIENDS that night, I can tell you. I had to put on the breaks when ordered the Red-Headed Sluts cause I don't do Jaeger. I did however suck down a shot of Tuaca, a Scuba Steve and Sambuca. There were rounds of straight Jack being served up but I passed on those too.

The tab wound up to a majestic 142 smackers at which a bar random (who missed the rounds) leaned over and said: "Damn! How much do you girls drink?). Not to be shy, cause we can put a dint into a stockpile o' liquor, but Friday night was not all our doing. No one got sick, barfed or otherwise passed out. A good night any way you look at it because ...

I managed to snag a cute little twenty-three year old to suck face with. He whispered naughty tidbits sweet nothings into my ear and I reveled in the mighty power of girlhood.

I know ... I really shouldn't be corrupting the youth, but he was so very corruptible.

We skipped out early because, you know, getting old! and headed over to Paisano's for, you guessed it, pizza. We managed to make it back to Sin's just in time to bust in on Emperor Zod in the shower. I'm sure he didn't know what to think. Not that he could do much, trapped in the shower as he was until we all finished taking a piss.

After a night full of debauchery, I had breakfast with Sin and her roommates Saturday morning and headed off to conquer my cell phone company around 11.30. I didn't make it back to Ghetto Beach until after 5.

Sunday was spent cruising the beachside with Cleatus and Otis. We hit up Shoreline Village and watched all the little people holding hands in the Marina. Ate lots of ice cream and had the bestest breakfast ever at Eggs, Etc. Cleatus fell in love with the pancakes and demolished the Hungry Man breakfast. Even the waitress was impressed.

A nap was in order after that because, again, with the age. And I managed to roll awake in time to catch Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy! YAY!! Grey's Anatomy!!

Obviously I had a good weekend, what about you crazy kids?

Saturday nights are party nights. It's a truth like the grass is green and the sky is blue, except of course for when the grass is that yellow brown color of dead and the sky is gray, or when it's night and it's black. It's also true that fine, young things like to party and if we're talkin' SoCal livin' than I'm your gal. Leading the charge since 1999 (or maybe not, but really).

The Pier crowd was rather plainish, but I managed to kiss four boys anyway. Remember how I gave up the title of Kissing Bandit? Well, it's Labor Day weekend, I get a four day holdiay AND all my girls are currently single. That could mean that there will be a mighty amount of fun to be had and boys to be kissed. Let's just say that Saturday night was a practice round.

We danced, we flirted; Bingo!Betty got shitfaced within the first hour. She downed a bucket of Shark Attack practically on her own. Ah! Mother's Milk. She then proceeded to light up with MotorBike and Pattycakes out in the parking lot. I groaned and sucked down a whiskey sour in the desperate hope that they didn't get caught and we all got kicked out. See, Bingo!Betty doesn't go out often. She's gorgeous but she's married with two kids. So, we took her out and showed her the world. I'm surprised, still, that she didn't puke all over it.

Fun was had by all, even Motorbike who, rolling five deep with nothing but girls, hit the dance floor and busted a move all damn night! We nearly broke something on that stage and everyone managed to get mauled at least once.

Through the stupor I managed to get stepped on and now I'm sporting a busted toe. I promise it won't keep me down and out of the game for this weekend. I also snogged just about everyone on the way out the door. Pattycakes was scandalized by how often I grabbed ass. See, she's never seen me on a bender. Usually, I'm the one driving. I'm friendly on a regular day, don't let me get liquored up. I *WILL* grab your ass and everyone else within reach. If you're a guy and I'm also bored, I might even kiss you. Because I like the kissin' and sometimes a girl's just gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

So, Labor Day Weekend. We got big plans my peoples. There's all sorts of debauchery on the menu. Anyone is a likely suspect. Watch out. That hand on your ass just might be mine.

Vegas was FABULOUS!!! 99 in the shade and I was super, sexy pin-up girl in a black and pink bathing suit lounging by the pool and trying to tan the gams. All Marilyn Monroe because let's remember that Real Women Have Curves!

Bacardi Girl got our room (Paris) at a discount because she knows people who know people in the industry -- don't you just love the way that works? For those of you who have forgotten, Bacardi Girl works for Brown and Foreman. Her Las Vegas rep graduated from the Hospitality department at ULV. He knows EVERYONE! Ain't it grand? What's even better is the VIP bottle service he arranged for Sin's birthday on Saturday. We gussied up and headed to Tabu in the MGM Grand. There was a two bottle minimum and the bottles were $325 a piece. Our $750.00 tab was comp'ed. Woo Hoo!!

There was free liquor and dancing on tables. Cute army guys with stacks of dead presidents and double tequila shots. GI Joe slipped me a hundred dollars for a dance. Hooker that I am, I took him up on the offer and we busted a move. Afterward, I hit the main table in the VIP room and worked those previously mentioned curves.

There were five of us -- Sin, Bacardi Girl, me, Bullet-to-the-Brain, and Sin's ex-roommate, Marcia -- two bottles of Grey Goose, five mixers, ice, lime and a hot waitress with legs as long as I am tall. The music was fab and we were cute. I ended up as wasted as I've been in a very, very long time. I'll take a moment to pimp Chasers, for hangover prevention. It ain't bad, my peeps. Marcia ended up walking me back to the hotel. I didn't realize until the next morning that she was as nearly gone as I was. We slipped bills into the slot machines on the way, I won thirty bucks, and Marcia says she had to fight off cuties who wanted to scoop me up and take me home as I perched puking into the flowers. I guess it's good to know that a girl's still got it even when making a sacrifice at the alter of the porcelain gods.

Momentarily contemplating the yummy horror of Jaeger.

Never sure why I do it, when I do do it.

It is a mystery.