Drunk wedding guy

On the shuttle bus back from the wedding I attended last night, I mistakenly decided to sit next to "drunk wedding guy." This wouldn't have been a huge deal, except for the fact that he was also "horny as hell wedding guy." As the shuttle pulled away from the reception, he leaned in, a hand creeping up my leg, and said, "Hey, it's dark." I wondered how many girls he actually gets feel up using that line. I replied, "Hey, you have a girlfriend."

Doggie bag

I was so tired at one point today that I thought a black plastic bag was a dog. And not just a dog, but a cute little puppy, most likely a black lab. I almost went over to the man carrying the "dog" to say how cute his "dog" was. Then I got a double espresso, and all was well again.

Orgy

They are in the process of renovating our gym. This morning, my spin instructor informed the class that they are building a co-ed Turkish bath as part of the renovation. From the back row of bikes, some guy yelled out, "Will that affect the classes?" Now, when she said "co-ed Turkish bath," I'm pretty sure the last thing on my mind was "the classes."

Chick flick

Here's a tip. If you're a woman. A single woman. In her late 20's. Who just had a rough couple weeks. A great couple weeks though. You're confused. You're sad. You're aroused. You're every emotion at once. DO NOT. I repeat, DO NOT watch the Sex & the City movie. Alone. In your one bedroom apartment. With ice cream. Period.

Throat monster

I've been sick for about three days now, trying to ignore it and go about my business. Well, it finally took over. I went to a clinic, figuring it'd be faster. It was. But the points they gained in speed they lost in bedside manner. You see, I told the doc that I had a fever and that my throat hurt. She leaned in with the throat light, told me to open wide, took one look, and then stepped back suddenly as if there was a monster down there. Then she said, "Oh my."

Bud

I had to make a mad dash to Colorado this week for work. After my presentation concluded, I took the opportunity to hike around a mountain or two, and explore the small town of Telluride. As I was strolling along, using my not-quite ideal running shoes and messenger bag, two young men approached me. Suddenly, one said, "Hey, do you know where we can score some bud?" And without a single moment's hesitation, I said, "Nah, man, I don't. Sorry, I don't live here." As if to suggest that if I had lived there, I would know exactly where to find marijuana.

Cabbie language

I had to take a cab home last night. I told the driver my address and off we went. He began what I thought was a normal conversation, including regular cabbie commentary like, "People here don't know how to drive," and "What a beautiful night, huh?" He spoke perfect English. Until. For some reason, I was completely unable to understand what he was saying next. Something about the silver circles and, I swear this is true, a nice pussy. He went on and on, occasionally looking back at me for approval. I just nodded politely and empathetically agreed, "Yeah, I know, man..."

Pumice stone incident

There are guns. There are knives. And then there are pumice stones. After an unfortunate incident in the shower this morning, I now have a pretty serious abrasion on my hand. Who knew pumice stones were so dangerous. Public service announcement to anyone who owns a pumice stone. Use caution. Also, you might want to keep one by your front door to fend off any unwanted guests. (Go for the smooth skin, if you know what I mean.)

Finger food

As much as I try to bring my lunch to work, in the hopes of saving money, it never happens. So I went to the pay-by-pound deli today and purchased some beef and broccoli. It was salty and delicious. It was also very tough, apparently, because just as I was about to dig into the last slivers of beef, the plastic fork broke violently against the pressure. Instead of getting a new fork from the kitchen, though, I just kept eating. That's right. I wasn't even phased by it. It was like I was Ethiopian, only without the humongous spongy bread.

Street festival

There's nothing quite like meat on a stick. Especially when consumed in 96 degree heat among hundreds of sweaty people on 18th Street. Needless to say, I was destroying my teriyaki chicken skewer, while innocently enjoying some bad outdoor karaoke, when someone approached me with a video camera. I'd like to point out that I had been wondering, bra-less, in the middle of the day. I was sweating buckets without a care in the world. And I had teriyaki sauce all over my face, no doubt framing the bits of chicken stuck in my teeth. Yes, all this and more may be on your local news today. Enjoy.