Ugly Christmas Sweaters

Recently Katie and Eric hosted a party. It got a little out of hand. Please view pics, they really don't need too much explanation as to why: a) ugly Christmas sweaters can be cool if it is a themed party, b) we were all terribly hung over the next day and c) mash potato fights, strawberries smeared on the wall and spilled Cosmos on the floor can lead to a hefty clean-up the next day.


If you could read the sign it would say "Keep the Christ in Christmas." It was "found" on the way to the bar.



This is Junior. He feel asleep at the bar. It was a looong day of drinking. 12 hours to be exact.



Normal people would use cutlery while dining on
Thanksgiving-esque food. Apparently our crowd wasn't the normal type. Utensils used instead of actual silverware included: a) hands (with lots of licking of other's fingers), b) a drumstick, c) a hammer, and d) a candy cane.

All Me

I know, I know. I have been a bad girl. I haven't posted in like 8 million years. Half of you have given up on me. Despair not my friends, I am back...at least for today to give you the recap of the ridiculousness that is my life.

Mitten Sniffer/Pretty Boy updates:
-Mittens secured from Mitten Sniffer over cocktails
-Pretty Boy's hair bigger than infamous Deb 'do, Elle suspects gelled spikes add 2 inches to petite frame
-Discussion re: While honesty is good, Crazy marriage talk = BAD
-Ex-model needs constant ego-boost, actually emails to ask if he is good looking enough ("yes dahling, you are pretty enough and universally good looking..")
-HK and Alicia brought in to personally confirm craziness level of Pretty Boy over drinks

Ex-BF updates:
-Viewing of "The Notebook" by HK and Elle leads to mascara smearing and need for copious amounts of kleenex. Discussion that a love such as that isn't realistic.
-Best route is to have best buddies to grow old all together in nursing home. Leads to further discussion:
-Richard and Elle apply to be HK's Sugar Babies.
-Ex-BF to be official nursing home pimp in 2059 by pushing Sugar Momma HK and her crotchety side kid Elle's wheelchairs. Trio to run amuck together.
-Run in with Richard at gym leads all dining with Alicia. Harem partially re-united again.

Friend updates:
-Happy birthday JMo and Petric!
-Dinner with HK and Alicia. Elle throws temper tantrum and bitches about evil nemesis, ghetto "Nooo she did-ent" comes out mouth.

Stalker updates:
-Premiere stalker of 2005 makes a come back. Phone convo as such:

Elle: Hello?
Phone Stalker: Elle? How are you?
E: Who is this?
PS: You don't know?
E: Nope, can't say I do
PS: Hmmm, really? You don't remember me?
E: No, should I have remembered you?
PS: Let me tell you a story to refresh your memory. There once was a girl who gave out her phone number to a boy and then never returned his calls.
E: Oh, which unlucky one are you?
PS: I am from out of state
E: Oh yes, now I remember! You are the crazy Michigan guy. You called me 8 times within a 2 week period, 3 of which happened to be the day after I met you. I believe you also told me the next day via VM that your niece was dying of hepatitis. You also called me on Valentines Day crying.
PS: Wow! You have a great memory
E: Err, your VMs were quite memorable. Why are you calling me?
PS: Because I wanted to see how you were doing. Why didn't you return my calls?
E: Because you are crazy. Really it isn't normal to call a girl 8 times without her returning your call. You should work on that.
PS: Sorry if I freaked you out.
E: Well, you did and I am fine, so you can stop calling me now.
PS: Hey, wanna get together?
E: No.

'Tis the Season

No big Deb hair by any of us, sorry to disappoint!

Saturday was a day of giving. Saturday was also a day of mischief. HK, Lisa O and I attended a charity luncheon and donned some interesting "holiday-ish" skirts, not to blend in (which sadly we did..WTF ladies of affluence?), not because it is the holiday season, but to be purely ridiculous and ironic.

There were two highlights of the day:
1) HK was complimented on her Oscar trophy-esque golden skirt with lace overlay.
2) When I checked the fur, the coat checker commented "Ohhhh, this is a nice one."

Needless to say, it was a good day. Not only did we donate to charity, but were thoroughly entertained by heavily present ugmo Christmas sweaters and the ridiculous conversations of the ladies surrounding us ("Seriously, does the charity benefactor really have to give a speech thanking us? I mean come on, we would rather just sit and talk and not have to listen to a boring speaker who is interrupting our conversation."). Yep, I think I could really enjoy being a Lunching Lady.


This is Bernice up close. Yes, we named her. We think she is/was a beaver. I suppose it could also be parts of her family too. People kept on asking if they could pet me. It was strange. I need to donate to PETA now...this is so wrong.

A Case of the Crazies

"BoyFriend" of the Week Quotes:
Yes, these were things Last Week's Insta BF had admitted to me by Friday, our second date

1) "You know you are marriage material, right?"
2) "You could totally work at Hooters."
3) "I really think you would love my dad, you need to meet him soon."
4) "I cannot lose you now."
5) "Don't worry I am keeping your mittens that you left in my car save and I smell them everyday."
6) "I will cheer for whatever team you tell me to cheer for."

Dear God! Sadly, this one isn't one of the scariest ones I have gone out with either. He honestly is a nice guy, he just apparently has no form of a filter. Perhaps he should ask Santa to toss one in his stocking this year.

A restraining order has been drafted for me just in case.

The quickie Vegas marriage to a beloved and stable companion suddenly seems a lot more sane and safe doesn't it?

Take That and Rewind it Back..

Kiddies, as per request, here is what I have been up to, kinda. Well it is the half-ass version of what I have been up to.

No, I haven't died.
No, I haven't crawled under a rock.

I have legit things going on, really I do. I am kinda important at somethings I guess. Whatever. Anyway...


*Karaoke with Shelly: Madonna and The Bangles will never been quite the same;

*Mom wears Velour to lunch date with daughter, Elle either horrified or intrigued;

*Dreams dashed of being Millionaire contestant after Elle fails to win office jeopardy game at holiday party. Parting prize a $15 Starbucks gift card;

*Male friend accused of being boyfriend again by office, Andy still just the best non-date "date;"

*Asymmetrical tops still ugly as sin and should NEVER be worn; and



*Trip to Chicago yields eating glowing gummy worms with Jenna, dirty martinis at Le Bar, meeting Jenna's soul mate, and "shaking my shit in front of Neighbor Nate's Door..."

Up next: Look for a post sometime next week regarding the charity luncheon with some of the state's finest lunching ladies. Accomplices HK and Lisa O to wear hideous holiday velvet dresses along with yours truly. Another "Big Deb Hair" appearance might be arranged for too. There will also be a fur coat to wear. Yes, an alum heard about our mischievous antics and to help us look totally ridiculous lent me her ugly spare fur. Sometimes I love causing trouble. Get jazzed. This should be good.

What Happens in Vegas Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas

In a wild turn of events, a possible plot to run off to Vegas and get hitched was actually considered today. Yes, a total Brit move. Who is the potential beau? Well now, that is my little secret.... You are going to have to drag it out of JMo who encouraged the not-so-sane scheme today via IM in a three way convo. JMo apparently has career potential as a Yenta.

Sorry, Tasky and previously stated and now confirmed, I will not be marrying one of the two that we discussed on Monday night.

Once again it is validated that I should be taking the crazy person meds.

Free at Last

I think we all know about my little crush. So I just want to say I knew it.

Don't you think a nice Midwest girl could do him good at present?

Now, all I need is an introduction (Stef?).

AHHHHHHHHHHH!

When I said I wanted a small dog to tote around in my purse, this is not what I had in mind. Smart-asses.

RIP, Ugmo dog-rat mutant, RIP.

Token of Appreciation

Seriously, could my hair be any bigger?

I have been many things in my life, but coming from a small town in Wisconsin where everyone is German or Irish, Catholic or Lutheran, standing out in a crowd based on heritage was not something that I experienced in the first 18 years of my life. My dairy-rific town was a bit carbon copy prone, unfortunately. Needless to say, most of my life I managed to avoid being "the token" one at any given event.

This past weekend I can tell you I was in the interesting and obvious minority. This weekend I attended my first Jewish wedding with Task. I had the honor of being the token Shiksa. I swear I heard the "One of these things is not like the other things...." song played by the band at the reception. Ok not really. And actually I had a great time. Plus we all know I love attention. Being slightly different most definitely got me that. I even learned several things from this experience:
1) Task was right, they all knew I was the Goyeh. Apparently big church Deb-ish hair was one of the 800 dead giveaways. The bride even greeted me as "So you are the Shiksa date..." which of course made the three of us laugh.
2) Though I enjoy a good Catholic wedding, these folks do it right: short, sweet, to the point and no ridiculous greeting line to have to deal with post ceremony. Who can't appreciate that?
3) I have never seen so many people dance for hours on end at a reception before and it wasn't to the stupid-should-be-outlawed-chicken-dance either, thank god.
4) I actually knew several people at the reception. For once I actually was grateful having lived in the Towers.
5) It is possible to cry at a wedding even when you have never met the bridal couple. Seriously it was a touching ceremony, shut-up and stop laughing at me!

I Got Nothing...

I am too damn busy to think of anything witty and/or interesting to write. I have resorted back to my college days and am the ultimate sorority girl again meaning that come Thursday night I will have had seven days in a row of sorority meetings/duties/events. God, I really am crazy to through myself back into this alumni style. Secretly I enjoy it, just don't tell anyone...

So with lack of interesting stories in my life, due to well honestly not having a life at present, I present to you the Chicago Girl Band.

The Girl Band, miles apart, but together in spirit...

I miss you Wenda/Jendi a/k/a Jenna and Wendi!
Darling Band Manager, I of course miss you too.

Ice Queen

Fuck. It totally snowed. Curse this state and all states that allow for such things to happen. Perhaps a phone to to my local representative is in order. Or maybe not.

Let Them Eat Cake...

A Martha, I am not. This has been established time and time again.

Last week BetweenBars, bless her thoughtful soul, sent me an easy bake birthday cake knowing full well that without her ingenious gift, I probably would have gone without cake this year. I think with my culinary skills we all know there was no way in hell I was going to attempt making a real one. To enjoy my strawberry flavored Hello Kitty cake all I had to do was follow the directions on the box and nuke. Perfect for me, a master with the microwave.

This is what it ended up looking like:



And yes, that is cooked, I think.

Sigh....

I might be hopeless in the kitchen, but then again these were the directions I was following:




I knew I should have paid more attention when BB and Sugar were talking in their ridiculous Japanese code. Damn it.

The News in Brief:
1) JMo, Shauna B and Elle insta befriend Cali sorority sister. Per Klabanoff: "Oh God, she is just like you guys!" (followed by a heavy sigh and eye roll). Welcome Julie to our little Madison club! We heart you long time!

"Secret society....Secret society..."

2) Shauna B dances with a monkey man who literally hung from the rafters at Lexi's party. Really gives a new meaning to "this shit is bananas" when they actually were dancing to a Gwen song...ahhh, the irony.

Monkey business at it's finest...

3) Inconspicuous cereal box yields birthday gifts from the Orient. BetweenBars fails to inform Elle that box actually contained sushi utensils and not frosted flakes. Also nearly going without explanation was the kool-ade looking packets that turned out to be bath salt. It could have been Jonestown all over again. (Thank you my lovely! My birthday gifts were sweet. I love them.)


Presto Chango! Boring Snoopy cereal turns into goodies used for a japanese meal

Girls Night Out

How I spent my Friday night:

1) Sushi with JMo and Shauna B followed by an ice cream tasty treat.

Shauna B was late, JMo was spaced out, and Michelle hurdled colorful insults which shouldn't be laughed at, but were. A typical night out.

During dinner it was discussed how we need to broaden our social circle, considering our group heavily consists of ex-frat boys who would rather play Mario-Kart than enjoy and guaranteed nonsensical evening out. Yes, a Madison degenerate A-Team was discussed ripped off directly from Sugar's infamous ad placed on Chicago's craiglist. We will be taking applications. Candidates most posses the ability to not be offended easily, enjoy an adult beverage on occasion, provide quirky entertainment on each outing, can appreciate the healing properties that a good bitch fest can provide from time to time, and are motivated more than a our slug male counterparts.

2) Trip to Candidate No. 1's apartment for interview

Caroline, a brazen fox, who thinks I am hysterical. She's laid back, she's fun, and I suspect she might enjoy stirring up trouble. Conclusion: Caroline, you are so in...

Initiation ritual: Eh, we couldn't think up one...none of us were really with it. The best we could do was when her BF requested via text for a fruit roll-up drop-off at the bar he was working at, we ate the fruit roll-ups and stuffed the empty wrappers with tampons. Boys hate tampons. Comedically genius, if you ask me.


Boys are stooopid, they will never know...

[EDITOR'S NOTE: Please excuse Klabanoff from the lazy slug list. He in fact is not a lethargic stain on the couch. He frequently can be found out on the town with us ladies, even if it is just to make fun of us. Everyone else while it was lovely having you out on Tuesday, please make your presence known more often]

World’s scariest baseball card courtesy of JMo’s humility and the Miller Lite Girls at the Gritty:

The Queen Bee (for a day or two)

Don't mess with me, I sting when provoked!

Even though I don't care to admit to being a year older, it is true, yesterday was my 26th birthday. Birthdays, as described via email to Sunday Girl and Sarah, are Princess Days. One gets to do whatever she so pleases on her birthday without social consequence. So being the "special" person that I am, I named myself Queen Bee indefinitely of all November 1sts. That's right, my rules for 24 hours straight, scary, yes.

Conveniently enough, I also named myself the Queen Bee of the slutty looking Bees buzzing on parade on State for Mad Town's 2005 Halloween. I was the only clever one wearing a tiara, so yes, I was allowed to claim the title.


"Debaucherous" The one word email I was sent after a friend viewed our Halloween Ofoto pics...

My Day

Holidays today: All Saint's Day, The Day of the Dead

People that were born today: Jenny McCarthy, Lyle Lovett, Anthony Kiedis (who lost his virginity on his 12th birthday..), and everyone's favorite Larry Flint (ironic given the Catholic holiday isn't it?).

Today in History: The Sistine Chapel opens exhibiting Michelangelo's frescoed ceiling and the EU was created.

Today is bound to be an interesting day.....

Face Lick Worthy

Rhett, the prettiest man alive (pic courtesy of TR's front row posse action)

So in the not so distant past I might have been known for making fun of BetweenBars and Tequila Red for their "cult-like obsession with crap-ass bands I have never heard of." During my tenure in Chicago it can be safely said that on a 100 occasions I rolled my eyes, sighed loudly, cursed them for not Gold Coasting it up with me on concert nights, and of course loudly refused to go every time they tried to drag me to a show. I was sure I never ever wanted to listen to their weird music. After all, BB is the one who subjected me to Teegan and Sarah who made my brain bleed, really I swear. Because of this, I was long convinced the only neutral ground Indie loving BB and me, the Pop Princess, would only ever agree on was JT, Brit, Kelly Clarkson, and the random Liz song that I enjoy screaming at the top of my lungs, Polyester Bride. Needless to say, the music on our road trips was always an eclectic mix between the two of us...especially when I was forced to serenaded her with Chain of Fools in my best Aretha voice because we couldn't agree on any common music that day.

Anyway, I digress...

As I near 26, elder wisdom appears to be oozing out of me lately. From what I have learned in the past is that the best wise people can admit when they are wrong. So ladies for you.........yes, I admit it, Rhett is man pretty. Rhett is funny. Rhett is charming. And damn it, I do want to lick his face, a lot! You might have been right along.

Rhett is talented, his songs still make me want to jump off a bridge though. Don't let it get to your heads! Just remember, it is rare when I am wrong. I still contend Trixies over Hipsters any day, Bucky Badger always trumps Touchdown Jesus (sorry about that God), and sorority life is more fun than the GID lifestyle.

Anyway, Tequila, Concert Josh and Madison thank you for enlightening me last night at the Rhett concert. Also thanks to Belle and F (the only non-blogger of the social circle last night) for losing their Rhett virginity with me, you were gentle.

Homecoming 2005

Friday night reunion at the Dane

Visiting Purdouche Bags were put on alert...The College Crew was back in Madison for the weekend in full force to celebrate homecoming. The old school kiddies ransacked bars, 10 boots were drank by 10 people (at least that was the last count we could collectively remember), sorority and fraternity houses visited, too much pizza was eaten and memories re-lived. Ahhh, it's good to be us!


Re-living the College Days when we could actually handle a drink in each hand

And the rest of the weekend, a pictorial:

Left: Tsk, Tsk...no more drinkies! Right: Divo: The Sugar Daddy Atty


Left: I win! My first finished boot. Right: Task prior to passing out at the Essen


Left: Are you happy now Bangser? Right: HK, looking hot, so hot I think someone should make out with her on my couch as I scream and then make fun of you....just a thought..

Question: What does this Minxy crew have in common?




Answer: They all have/had birthdays this week.

Happy Birthday Lisa O, Jenna, Sarah and Molly my darling fellow Scorps, love ya!

WEEK FROM HELL!

What I have done this week so far....

Sunday- Field Trip to the ER
Pro: HOTT doctor took care of me.
Con: I started talking crazy after I was injected with a form of morphine.

Monday- Off to work because I am stubborn and ridiculous
Pro: Got to go home because the office manager loves me/was still a little loopy in the head.
Con: Didn't get to watch a single trashy talk show because I slept the entire day.

Tuesday- Back to work, again, this time for real, kinda
Pro: Started to tackle the pile on my desk, got to take nap at work (see below).
Con: Turned ghost white and nearly fainted during a presentation.

Wednesday- Busy Bee Day!
Pro: Got a million things done including the part of desk pile, sent out an Evite, fixed someone else's mess at work, bought Halloween costume and much needed ink cartridges, and made Shauna B wear a stupid hat just so I could laugh at her during our shopping excursion.
Con: Mini-anxiety attack several times today and nearly lost my cute little Prada purse at the Halloween store.

Yes, it is just been a Fan-freaking-tastic week, in the most sacastic way. Thank God the weekend starts tomorrow with Task's arrival in Madison!

Sorry to my bestie SB, apparently I am a cruel, cruel person when stressed out.

Love you long time!

Paul hearts Madison

Holy fucking shit! God loves Barry.

Bring The Axe back to Madison.

Pre-Qualified

That is it. Last night signaled the last two “hanging-outs” that I ever go on. Gone are the days of pseudo-dating and/or giving the weaklings a chance. If you are male and your are not already my friend or a friend of one of my close friends, I don’t want to see you, talk to you, befriend you and especially not “ hang out” and pseudo-date you. Men, minus my male cohorts whom I love dearly, are all idiots, hell even the beloved ones have been known to be stupid at times, but at least I know they have redeeming qualities that make me eventually forgive them. Why it has taken my so long to realize this kind of scares me. I will call it optimism, not naivety.

Yes, from this point forward, men must now be pre-qualified in order to even be welcome into the social circle.

Yep, last nights two hanging outings went that well....

Date #1: I called off the coffee consumption after 45 minutes, yes it was that terrible that I couldn’t even give him a full hour of my life. If you keep on persisting that “we must hang out” even when I tell you repeatedly that I have little time in an attempt to discourage your wooing, finally convince me to get coffee, talk a big game on IM about your “crazy lifestyle” (as a kindergarten teacher....right), and then cannot even give me decent eye contact or make interesting convo, I will hate you. I will then make you squirm. In 45 minutes I managed to talk politics and religion. I scared him with my lefty liberal talk and bash the emperor G Doub, who he voted for twice. On purpose. I think my favorite part of the night was when he said that military benefits were an important decision in his political views because his brother is in the Armed Forces. Hmmmm, someone tell me if I am wrong, but I am pretty sure that the Republicans are the ones who are notorious for cutting Vet’s benefits. Bastards. You’re an idiot. Get your issues straight. The only positive thing that I have to say about this guy is that he had lovely teeth.

Date #2: If someone were to, let’s say, verbalize the following: “Hey Elle, you know there is this cool event at Mercury tomorrow night, you should totally come with us,” followed by exiting the salon with me for the sole purpose to ask me to dinner, and then agreeing to call the next day to arrange a time to meet up for the event, wouldn’t you think, “Hey great, sounds like Thursday night is going to be a good time?” Yea, or not so much. You cannot quasi-ask to hang out with me and then not call me with the meet up time, it was your idea dumbass, not mine. I will then also have to hate you too. I will then gather Shauna B and her co-workers to go to the function with me, inform you about your membership to my exclusive bastard list and then proceed to have a good time sans your presence. Stooopid, seriously.

Double Your Pleasure, Double The Fun

Thursday night is going to be interesting to say the least, veeeeery least.

I have somehow found myself in a position of having 2 pseudo dates scheduled for tomorrow night.

Date #1: 5:00pm coffee with a Kindergarten teacher. I have pre-disqualified him as a potential suitor mainly because over IM his inevitable push-over true colors tendencies began shining through. I am giving him one shot though, one of these days a one of these lame duck dudes will prove me wrong...

Date #2: A Midnight DVD release party of Jello/mud wrestling being shown exclusively at Mercury with the hairdresser and his punky cool co-workers.

Now you tell me which one I am going to have more fun at....

The Answers

Three Truths and a Lie:

1) True. I will not say publically who this Rocker is for a variety of good reasons, but mainly because I enjoy her music and that would therefore be disrespectful of me (see, I can be respectful at times..). Plus, I am not so sure her husband knew about her boyfriend anyway... It should also be noted for you curious types, I never actually dated the dude who broke up with the Rock Star and didn't even kiss him until years after this revelation. And no jerks, I did NOT steal her BF, not even close.

2) True. The original artist has recorded it, the major record studio now owns it, but they haven't re-released it main stream.....yet.

3) True. Most people know that I am German and Irish, but everyone forgets that I am English too. My aunt subscribed to some expensive genealogy thing and after plunking in names and DOBs it was revealed that we are related to the WWII British PM. Fan-freaking-tastic, right?

4) False. I have never been a private shopper and I don't know any Governor's wives, though my dad is pals with a former Gov.

I Wanna Play!

I am a copy-cat. I wanna play 3 truths and a lie too:

1) A boy once dumped a famous female rock star because he wanted to date me instead;
2) A major recording studio owns a song about me;
3) I am related to Winston Churchill;
4) I once had a gig as a personal shopper for ritzy clients while working at a department store, one of my regular and favorite clients was a governor's wife.

So, which 3 are real? Do you know?

American Psycho

Today I was told two things:
1) Klabanoff accused me of being a Yenta; and
2) Shelly informed me that out of all her friends, I was the one most likely to commit murder.

I really am not sure how I feel about either.

Yenta is probably an accurate description of myself, meddling is a fun game after all, but a murderer? I do remember reading somewhere that Scorpios out of all astrological signs are the ones who are murdered the most, but I don't remember reading that we are irrational psycho-paths. Easily jealous, vengeful, and constantly scheming, but of particularly clear and sound mind on a consistent basis. Hmmmm, thoughts to ponder, perhaps ya'll better stay on my good side now that I think more about this...

[EDITOR'S NOTE: Upon further investigation, I found this lady who believes that astrologically I will not become one of Wisconsin's finest serial killers ala Dahmer and Gein.]

Chicago, Chicago..

Katie and I, still in recovery mode from our long night out with the boys, drove to Chicago to stay with KV for the weekend. Friday night was highlighted by tasty Emilio's tapas and 3 pitchers of equally tasty sangria. Oops.

Saturday, or Badger Football Game Day as I like to call it, took us to Evanston to see the WI/Northwestern game at Ryan Field. While it was great to watch the Sea of Red take over the stadium, it was not so great to watch to see my team suck it up BIG TIME. Since we had little to entertain us on the field, we resorted finding it elsewhere.


Socks, mittens, same thing, it was cold out damn it...


This bastard of a child is probably going to need therapy later on in life, we gave him the Asshole cheer.


This guy might be my hero. Please notice that he painted his head red and white.


At one point in the towards the end of the game, we told Kristi to pray that Sucko won't ruin our last ditch attempt at winning the game. God apparently hates Kristi.

Up In My Grill

With nothing better to do on Thursday, Madison and I road tripped to a Milwaukee burb to visit Katie and Eric. K and E live in a new perfect little house in perfect little town. Their town should be likened to a 50's movie set with everything white picketed and perfectly manicured. Think perfection like Gattaca or Stepford in a less creeptastic way. After making fun of their cutesy town (in a lovable way), K and E ushered us the local saloon and after 6 rounds of Jack and Cokes (or Jack and Diet for Madison), the boys decided that we needed to grill steaks. It should be noted that the time of this revelation was 2am and we had to go grocery shopping prior to grilling in the 35 degree weather.


Eric, the Midnight Master Griller


The Feast circa 3am

It should also be mentioned that the feast also included Jalepano poppers, Salt and Vinegar chips, a veggie tray that cost more than the steaks, and Jack courtesy of Madison.

Make it Stop!

Sarah came to visit this weekend. For the special occasion of her presence in back in Madison we went out Thursday, Friday, Saturday and had lunch today. Needless to say, in between she and I, we consumed close to a vat of Vodka Redbulls, just to keep the party going and to live up the short time she was here... I would like to say that we drank so much of the liquid crack because we enjoy it, however it was merely to stay awake, as we are both are turning semi-old within the next 30 days. We are sad individuals. Here is a run-down of our weekend, pictorial style:

Thursday: Day 1 of the Weekend of Booze

Ele and Sarah, "Let the Celebration begin!"

The Crew: Sarah, Elle, Klabanoff, Lexi, Shauna B, Jeff, and Madison
Bars visited: Brats, Paul's Club, Angelic
Run-ins: 3 Delts, an ex-BF, a best friend of a former crush

Friday: Day Two of the Weekend of Booze

Shauna B, Sarah and Klabanoff (Note Sarah's drink..I wasn't lying..)

The Crew: Hungover Sarah and Elle, Klabanoff, Lexi, Lexi's BF Erik, and Shauna B
Bars Visited: Monday's (only for you Sarah...yuck), and Madison's
Recap: Shampoo effect in full force for Elle, one strong Monday's drink was all it took, tasty Ian's pizza visited, discussion with strangers in line about who was getting the last Mac and Cheese, Elle called intimidating my meek law student.

Saturday: Day 3 of the Weekend of Booze

Lucy and Ethel would have been proud of the mess we made...

Prior to the evening's festivities, there was a road Trip to a Winery, where grapes were stomped and feet turned purple. Shauna B, Elle, HK and Erin run a muck in Small Town, USA.

Now on to the Evening...


1) HK and Elle; 2)Sarah and Andy at The Plaz

The Crew: Sarah, Elle, HK, Klabanoff, Andy, Lexi
Bars visited: The Plaz and Madison Ave (yes, the former cheesy Bullwinkles/Club Amazon)
Recap: Andy misses EVERYTHING remotely scandalous in nature, Klabanoff found to be a decent dancer, all ladies present were impressed, HK's birthday present gets busted out...


1) HK ponders a career change from legal advise to law enforcement;
2) the things we do to for amusement...

Sunday: Day 4 of the Weekend of Booze

[Photo of us smiling while lunching should go here except the Sunday laziness hit early and hit us hard. Not a single camera was whipped out, crazy, I know..]

The Crew: Sarah, Elle, Shauna B, HK, Klabanoff, Boisen, Andy, Lexi and Erik
Bars Visited: Amy's
Recap: Though it would be expected that we would drink Mimosa's this morning, Sarah put it best "My body is in rejection mode, no more alcohol!" Instead, a greasy lunch sans the sauce did us all good.
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We miss you Sarah, glad you came back "home" to play!

OLD news...

Everyone, this is HK. Today she turns kinda old. She made me promise not to post a potentially embarrassing picture, as I am apparently known to do. Promise kept, as I heart her for sending me some pretty damn funny pictures. The kind that are so hideously unattractive that you make you shutter before you look away. Pretty fucking sweet! Anyway, darling HK Happy Birthday!


Happy Birthday Psycho Hose Beast...err, I mean HK!

Cat-astrophy

A certain someone recently suggested that I tend to order things off infomercials. I would like to inform you all that today I saw this on a commercial and I did not but it. My rational was tri-fold: it made me cringe, it upset my stomach/ gave me the sudden urge to vomit my tasty microwave meal dinner, and it might have even seared my peepers. Such a visual made me actually throw my sandal at my flat screen with the hopes that I could make this disturbing thing go away. It didn't work and now I have that jingle stuck in my head and a shoe mark on my TV. If you dare to listen, and subsequently are willing to also have the song dancing in your head all day, scroll down this site, there is a sound button for your listening pleasure.

Wendi, just be glad I didn't see this until today, otherwise I would have shipped off to Japan for your birthday. I probably would have also including a framed copy of the infamous WI legislation regarding cats.

Football Saturday

Badgers 23, Wolverines 20
I really cannot explain what happened on Saturday. It is not that I cannot understand Wisconsin beating Michigan in a nail-biting game in the last minute (hey, it was bound to happen eventually), it more along the lines of the day as a whole was a little out of focus. The fun started at Noon on the Terrace, the game started at 5:00pm, and I didn't get home until 1:30am...you figure it out. There were definitely stops at the KK, Madison's BBQ, Brats and Feathers somewhere in between as well. For what I cannot express in words, I can express in photos. Enjoy the madness...


Seriously, I cannot take this girl anywhere. This isn't the first time this has happened either...


We made the mistake of being nice to a Michigan fan when everyone else was being mean to him. We were repaid in: our choice of music on the juke, the attempted theft of my shades, and sloppy kisses.


Victory! Yes, those are tears of joy, jerk. It was a loong and emotional day, shut up!


This is Madison, this is Michelle. Look at their coordinated shirts and matching zombie stares. Scary.