I blated…

Well, hello there.

So clearly I couldn’t go longer than a day without popping in here to say, wat up. I lounge here on my hotel bed, tap tap tapping away, reeking of cigarette smoke from the casino down below; while my grandma attempts to sleep on her bed over yonder.

She said she didn’t mind me on the computer, even though I feel every tap is magnified in the silence, but to be truthful, I don’t think she can really hear it anyway. G-man told me I should shower, since I said I was nasty smelling, but that really takes too much energy, so I will just continue to complain instead.

Any way, onto to the crux of this post. My friend who will remain nameless but who I talk about regularly, texted me and it went as follows…

I admit, I felt really special. My head got just a wee bit big. We then figured out she had Friday’s post bookmarked, not knowing I wrote 2 more. Good laughs had by all. So because of that, I decided it was once again my duty to post. People’s lives are CLEARLY at stake here!

I, on a whim, decided to email Victoria @ Our love never fails because I could have sworn I remembered her saying her and her husband lived right where I am. And what do you know, they do!! So an immediate blate was scheduled.

For those not in the ‘know’: a blate (coined by Megan) is a blogger date.

We met up at Starbucks right by my grandma’s house. The same Starbucks I’ve been getting my wi-fi fix from. And for the record, I still hate Starbucks. The only thing I drank were the free samples the guy gave out.

She is so sweet. Even though she had a million things to do before their big trip, she said she had to meet up with me.

I’m so glad she did, we had such a good time talking and laughing. This is my first official blate, ya know, and it couldn’t have been better, if I do say so myself. …and I think Victoria agrees.

I think its safe to say, I’m tall. Or everyone around me is really short. One of the two.

So we did the only thing we knew to do. I squatted down to her and she went on her toes and bam! we were even.

While on this blate, I was told I looked like a certain celebrity. Wanna guess? Here’s a hint…its an old show and she was the main character….and GO!

Well, I guess I’ll call it a night though I’m pretty awake…I think I’ll just lie here and listen to the drunk people who are directly across from our room who have no concept of volume control at this late hour.

what was just yelled by drunk man to drunk girl from the hallway:
PULL YOUR PANTS UP, LADY!

Oooh the life of a drunk person…

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