Virtual connections.

This someecard was posted on No Romo's wall by Novel Girl. Blogging has made me even more virtually obsessed with the interweb, and I am loving the connections that have been made as a result. After the Only the strong survive post, Novel Girl and No Romo engaged in a comment war on my blog that led to gchatting, facebooking and (the more intimate) bbming. They pretty much go back and forth arguing about who is more awesome. I have modest friends, clearly. Successful virtual connection #1.

ME, one of male readers in Chicago, questioned me about the identity of Kitty-Cat... I let him do some detective work on my fb page. Once he figured it out, he friended her (sidenote: the word friend is now not only a noun, but a verb too!) because he wanted to become acquainted with the "star" of my blog. Quality creepin. She accepted and they partook in some friendly fb banter. Successful virtual connection #2.

While these new virtual connections excite me, I find a great deal of comfort in reconnecting with old friends in the digital world. AA (no, he is not a recovering alcoholic) and I have known each other since 5th grade when we were in Project Search together, a program for the gifted and talented (ha!). We even went to the same college. AA is brilliant; in the top ten of our graduating class. He possesses a plethora of knowledge on politics, history, economics- all my strong suits. Pssshhh. Normally, I might feel inferior in the presence of such intelligence. AA, however, also shares my passion for people (interesting, creative, talented, ambitious types), music (think indie and classic rock) and life, so we get along remarkably. Our current connection is virtual. While I remain a resident of the Ocean State, he has moved on to the Big Apple. He is one of my favorite sporadic gchat buddies, and it thrills me to know that he is an avid follower of my blog. He recently sent me a random message saying "i love your blog. such a fun writing style... it's easy to read, candid, assertive, unapologetic. but technically sound." Hellooooo ego boost. Thanks AA. Reviews like those are what keep me blogging :) You should all make a point to check out his blog, it is phenomenal. Today's post will be of particular interest to you daily desk dwellers and fans of internet streaming music.

On a fairly unrelated note, AA sent me this photo of Warwick Mall after discussing the insane flooding little Rhody has been experiencing over the past couple days. This is no joke.

Time to dry up RI. Bring on the sunshine for the holiday weekend!!

Meet J Legs. She is one smitten kitten.

Ok. Mi madre reads my blog. She thinks I'm hilarious but that I often overshare. She was a little perturbed after reading about hot pocket penetration. Sorry ma, I will try to refrain from using that vocab in the future. I don't want to disappoint you... girl. This post will be more PG-13 and less NC-17. To all you dirty birds that follow, I will apologize ahead of time.

I am one lucky little girl. Novel girl says she's lucky she is pretty. I say I'm lucky to be have interesting people in my life who inspire me, make me laugh, and most of all, love me in spite of my word vomit and ridiculous behavior. If I was REALLY lucky, I would live in close proximity to all of them and we could play frequently. Unfortunately, many of my loves are dispersed throughout the concrete jungle, beantown and the windy city, and our contact is limited to social networking, digital chatting, and semi-annual get-togethers. I am eternally grateful for technology.

J Legs is one of my sisters. Yes, believe it or not, I was a sorority girl, and I made lasting friendships amidst the nonsense of living with 30+ girls. She and I share a special bond ;) I am very excited to report that my J Legs is in a fairly new and exciting relationship after being stuck in a rut in her last long-term relationship and finally getting out. Last week she wanted some advice on wearing a lingerie number for her man (yes boys, we like to play dress up. you need to let us know that we are sexy all the time so we do not feel foolish doing so). So the plan was to be wearing this number while cooking dinner for him when he showed up at her place. Plan backfired when his friend joined him in the city and the home cooked meal was postponed. While chatting with J Legs on Sunday and begging for the scoop, she let me know that the "surprise" didn't happen... but something so much better did!!

Her boy dropped the L-BOMB.
"I want to say something and I don't want you to say anything back." -J's Boy
(I tell her I swear this is a line from a movie. She is a hopeless romantic and ate it up anyway.)
J is one smitten kitten. I am thrilled for her.
He went on to say, "You are the most amazing girl I have ever met. I am so lucky."
Cheers to you, J Legs!

What you should take from this story:

While stories of being single and free to mingle are fun and exciting to write about, love stories are uplifting. As cynical as I may seem sometimes, I am still a firm believer in love and the notion that there is someone out there for all of us, and when you find them, you just know.

Love. actually. is. all. around. It makes you silly and crazy happy. It makes people around you happy too. Spread the love kids. If you love someone, let them know.

No Shame in the Game.

Two summers ago, I lived in an apartment above a bar in downtown Newport. Needless to say, this was a drunken summer for me. I had a couple of weak moments and let a relentless Young Boy penetrate my hot pocket. He had been blatantly asking to make out with me since he was 19 or 20 (his father owns a local watering hole that I used to frequent). I gave in that summer (he was 21 at the time). We had two, maybe three, fun nights together and then I was over his immaturity.
This YB still has absolutely NO shame in his game. It is horrifying sometimes. Around the new year, he told me I was on his 2010 "to-do list." I mean, seriously!? It has been TWO YEARS since homeboy has been near my lower manhattan. All of his texts and fb chats do, however, provide me with comic relief. Take, for instance, our correspondence just yesterday...

FB chatting around 8 p.m.
Me: What are you doing tonight?
YB: Pop for a reggae show. Then creepin by your apt.
Me: Pop sounds fun. Maybe we will swing by there before On the Rocks (notice I ignore creepin remark).
YB: I better see you there.

Stream of texts beginning at 1:13 a.m.
YB: what happened to u?
Me: I was at on the rocks. how was pop?
YB: real fun. let's hang.
YB: ?
Me: $ (Kitty-Cat thought that would be a funny response)
YB: what the hell is that
YB: ?
Me: Goodnight
YB: i hate u

Hahahaha. Maybe this will tone down his persistence. Hey Gen-Y boys, newsflash- chivalry is not dead! Stop being such creeps.

Coon Dawg strikes again.

Visits from Kitty-Cat's BFF Coon Dawg are always a good time. Last night we were blessed with her presence. Let me start off by stating facts: CD is a knockout. CD is often hard to understand when drinking because all of her words mesh together and she sounds like she has marbles in her mouth. CD does not photograph well, which is kind of comical, because she really is gorgeous. New post-college fact about CD: she is a lightweight.

Now it's story time...
Rewind to 2008. Coon Dawg is here for a weekend visit. Kitty-Cat and I both had to work during the day on Saturday, so she is left with MM to day drink. Apparently they killed one too many bottles of champagne and KC comes home to one sloppy Coon. We already had plans to get down at Studio that evening, so I arrive at KC's around 9 and CD is comatose on her bed in nothing but a towel (another fact: she frequently takes showers while heavily intoxicated). We assume she is there to stay, and then.... she rises from the dead demanding help applying makeup and getting dressed- she wants to go out, and there's not arguing with her. I do my best lining and shadowing her lids while she sways back and forth. Not sure how she didn't get herself kicked out of the Stud that night, but here she is taking a snooze in between sipping vodka and grinding...

We were not Dominoes fans yet back in 08, so the pit stop before home was Via Via. CD manged two slices of buff chix in seconds and the end result was a face full of blue cheese dressing. I mean, I'm surprised Art Smart and I did not pee our pants (this behavior was nothing new to Kitty-Cat, who witnessed plenty of it in college). I WISH I had documented that image on camera.

Fast forward to present day. Us gals sipped some bubbly last night at the humble abode before heading out for a drink at Pier, where the age demographic was 50-75. We quickly relocated to, wait for it, ON THE ROCKS (which was jammin, btw- place is blowing up) to meet up with all the creeps. Coon Dawg went from zero to hero in a matter of moments. One second she was shimmy pointing to "I wanna dance with somebody" and the next she morphed into a ping pong ball, bouncing around in our circle of dancin fools. I have no recollection of this, but apparently CD ate shit last night and took Kitty-Cat down with her. At that point, she needed to be put to bed so we left our basement haven until next time.

This morning, Coon Dawg says she definitely can't stay another night and reflects on her blackout tendencies: "I can't break up with Ken Doll because I clearly can't hang for a whole weekend. I need to start smoking pot again. I act more normal because I'm so paranoid. By the way, I ate pot brownies the other day." "With your mom?" -KC "Surprisingly, no. I was a total giggle monster though and ended up leaving everyone and running home." -CD

Ahhhh, priceless. Anxiously awaiting her next visit.

Come to bed red.

That would be the kinky name of my nail color pictured above (how bout those fat boy hands? hot stuff, I know). For several years now, I have been extremely curious about the creative minds behind clever names such as You don't know Jacques, Eiffel for this color, and Linkin Park after Dark. I'm convinced that I would be a phenomenal assest to the team at Essie, OPI, or my new obsession, butter. It would be a chance for me to put my creepy photographic memory to good use! Right now the only thing it is useful for is remembering names (even ones that I stumble upon while facebook stalking... not exactly a universally accepted talent). If anyone has any connections in the nail polish industry, tell them you know a girl who would be just right for the job.

Speaking of facebook creeping, I did something a little stalkerific (for me) this week. BR mentioned that a cute boy she went to college with recently moved to Newport and that we would get along famously. I proceed to scope him out on the book (got attractiveness approval from Kitty-Cat) and send him a friendly message inviting him to meet us out for a drink this weekend. After I hit send, panic set in. Rejection hurts. But guess what?! Surfer B did not disappoint- responded within the hour, and he seemed genuinely happy to hear from me and gave me his digits. Success! I didn't text him until about 11 last night when we headed out so he wasn't able to meet up, but I have a feeling I will be hearing from him this week...

Morning glory.

While I struggle to remember and document all that ensued during Chi Girl's visit, I would like to share some updates from my girls that I received this morning.

Via phone call from Reef Rider...
"I accidently got hammered last night and went home with Aging Barowner. He couldn't get it up. FML." -RR
"What did his body look like?" -Me
"I don't know, I was blackout and when I left this morning it was dark. Couldn't find my underwear but I didn't want to turn on the light for two reasons: didn't want to see his body and didn't want him to see the bruises on mine." -RR
"What is wrong with me lately? I'm so horny and I can't get laid." -RR
"I'm going to stay in and detox until Memorial Day. I need to pull it together." -RR

Via gchat with Novel Girl...
"Do you think it's weird that the guy I'm slaying is in a meeting with my dad right now? And that I drove him here this morning?"

More about Novel Girl...
Her gchat status, which I happen to LOVE: "It's not really the people that you let into your vagina that can hurt you. It's the people you let into your heart."
Passionate Professor has not been an active participant on her fb wall lately, and we are all little nervous. Regretting his drunk word vomit via fb message? Novel Girl is going to attempt to rekindle the flame by reaching out to him on his bday Friday.

BR is a buff babe.

My girl BR is hardcore about working out. Like obsessed. Wish I possessed an ounce of her motivation and dedication. She is super active- skiing, running, lifting and handstanding are a few of her favorite pasttimes. Her and her man are doing this crossfit plan (sorry boys, she is spoken for). Anyway...that is her rockin bod doing a handstand in the upper lefthand corner on Narragansett beach. Check out the link to enlarge the image.

Why take a break from blogging about the weekend for this bit, you ask? Because like I keep saying, talent and passion really knock me out. Duh.