Tonight is the big night when everyone's going out for Halloween. I love Halloween, I love getting all dressed up and having a really good excuse to wear extra makeup and jewelry and get tore up. Tonight a couple of friends are coming over and then we'll head on out to create some mischief. Cat is the queen of starting mischief, so I am sure there will be plenty! A made some jello shots, and of course we'll have the famous Maxi-tinis, then head on out to either our favorite place, Dido's, or TC, we'll see where the evening takes us.
Cat is going as Santa's Little Helper (no not the Simpson's dog - think Mean Girls) and I'm going as Cleopatra. No cheesy "Legg Avenue" costumes here folks, we made the real deal, and let me tell you, we are going to look super fine! Sorry I can't put up pictures so you can all be jealous and try to recreate for next Halloween. One, I don't know how to post pictures, and two, and most important, Cat and I have vowed to anonymity.
On another note, Laverne and Shirley are having a Halloween Party tonight, and I just did NOT want to go. It's sad but we are definitely on the outs. Their lameness and boringness just really has gotten to me. I guess our "friendship" started going downhill in April, and by this time, we're really just friends out of habit. I rarely see them, rarely talk to them, have no idea what's going on in their life (although Laverne's crazy bore-friend does and will have his own blog soon, you're going to LOVE it) and really don't care to know what's going on with them. It's sad, and I feel like we just can't let go because we've been friends for so long. They have worn on my last nerve and I've given all I can and care to give to that relationship. I could go on for days about Laverne but back to the point...I want to have fun on Halloween, not be in their lame townhome way out in the suburbs with other lame people. I already can see the whole party going down. I know it's going to be one of those where people are saying "Ugh, we have to go. We should go. Let's just pop in for like an hour and then we can leave." But I know I'll hear about how much FUN it was and how I should have come and had so much FUN with them. Yea effing right!
Ok, we'll I'm off A and Cat should be here soon to start the evening!
Happy Halloween - Maxi
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
OC's Cock Block
I know everyone's dying for details of Thursday night. Unfortunately, I do not have much to report. The evenings festivities were sabotaged by OC. Whether intentionally or sub-consciously, he sabotaged the evening. Now, I'd love to think it was a deliberate play because he's really madly in love with me, but the truth is, it most likely was sub-conscious for one of these three reasons: 1) Even though he is really happy with his girlfriend, he's one of those people that don't want you, but don't want anyone else to have you either. You know the type. They're selfish, and there's no reason behind it, they just would be jealous to know you're with someone else. 2) He enjoys making fun of me and calling me desperate and if I was in a happy, healthy relationship, he wouldn't be able to make fun of me anymore. 3) he really is just THAT clueless.
So, here's what happened, OC invited friends to this happy hour. He was well aware of the plan for the evening, he was supposed to leave around 7 so that Cat and I could move to the bar and have the lawyers come up and start casual conversation with us. MD followed the plan to a Tee. Well, not OC. He didn't even end up leaving until after the lawyer happy hour was over so he could most efficiently cock block us. Cat and are talking about changing his name from OC to CB. I don't know why Cat and I stayed at the table humoring his friends, we should have just left them. They weren't our friends.
But anyways, it could have all gone down so well. Mark was making major eye contact from the 6-7 o'clock hour. If we had moved to the bar when originally planned, I can guarantee he would have sidled up to the bar and made small talk. But no, we were at the table humoring OC's lame friends and by the time we moved to the bar, it was after 8. There were only a few people left, Mark was one of the last one's since he's sort of in charge and there was definitely a gaggle of girls around him. Barf! (As a side note, I was clearly the most attractive. Apparently to be a female lawyer in this association, you have to be a minimum of 40 lbs overweight, and wear frumpy clothes - an observation made not only by Cat and I, but also MD, OC and OC's friends). Mark left shortly after and that was it. A huge let down. It wouldn't have been so bad if we hadn't talked about it for the past few months, or if the reason we didn't talk to Mark was for a reason other than OC. But I tell you, when you're anticipating something and then it doesn't happen, you can't put words around the anti-climax you feel.
The next day MD asked how it went. I filled him in, and he said the ground work was there. Mark was definitely looking over at the table. All we have to do is run into him or something soon. But I've been trying to "run into" him for a few months. We are just not on the same schedule for lunch, leaving and arriving, etc. This happy hour was supposed to be when we "ran into" each other, and OC went and effed the whole thing up. And yea, I am pissed at him. Especially since he doesn't care, doesn't even seem to know why it was inappropriate and rude to invite friends.
Anyways, I'm just pissed I don't have anything more exciting to report. - MAXI
So, here's what happened, OC invited friends to this happy hour. He was well aware of the plan for the evening, he was supposed to leave around 7 so that Cat and I could move to the bar and have the lawyers come up and start casual conversation with us. MD followed the plan to a Tee. Well, not OC. He didn't even end up leaving until after the lawyer happy hour was over so he could most efficiently cock block us. Cat and are talking about changing his name from OC to CB. I don't know why Cat and I stayed at the table humoring his friends, we should have just left them. They weren't our friends.
But anyways, it could have all gone down so well. Mark was making major eye contact from the 6-7 o'clock hour. If we had moved to the bar when originally planned, I can guarantee he would have sidled up to the bar and made small talk. But no, we were at the table humoring OC's lame friends and by the time we moved to the bar, it was after 8. There were only a few people left, Mark was one of the last one's since he's sort of in charge and there was definitely a gaggle of girls around him. Barf! (As a side note, I was clearly the most attractive. Apparently to be a female lawyer in this association, you have to be a minimum of 40 lbs overweight, and wear frumpy clothes - an observation made not only by Cat and I, but also MD, OC and OC's friends). Mark left shortly after and that was it. A huge let down. It wouldn't have been so bad if we hadn't talked about it for the past few months, or if the reason we didn't talk to Mark was for a reason other than OC. But I tell you, when you're anticipating something and then it doesn't happen, you can't put words around the anti-climax you feel.
The next day MD asked how it went. I filled him in, and he said the ground work was there. Mark was definitely looking over at the table. All we have to do is run into him or something soon. But I've been trying to "run into" him for a few months. We are just not on the same schedule for lunch, leaving and arriving, etc. This happy hour was supposed to be when we "ran into" each other, and OC went and effed the whole thing up. And yea, I am pissed at him. Especially since he doesn't care, doesn't even seem to know why it was inappropriate and rude to invite friends.
Anyways, I'm just pissed I don't have anything more exciting to report. - MAXI
Thursday, October 18, 2007
The Bar Association of the City of ____: Young Lawyers Fall Social
For reasons that need only be known to Cat and I, we have discovered that the Young Lawyers Bar Association of our city is having a happy hour tonight. Yes my friends, we have hit the jackpot! I feel like a giddy school girl...anxious, excited, nervous! A child on Christmas Eve, a fat kid at McDonalds. Oh, this is it! Cat and I have talked about this for months! Months, let me tell you! And today is the day it's all going to go down.
I was having a heart attack this morning because I couldn't find anything to wear. I needed the perfect mix of professional and attractive. I settled on a nice pair of black slacks with a white button down, a new black vest and my patent leather Mary Janes. Cat's wearing her tall black boots with a black skirt and a cream sweater. Why does she always manage to show me up!? Sheesh!
Cat and I managed to persuade two of our male coworkers to go with us (and by persuade, we meant we forced them to put it on their calendars over a month ago so that they would have no excuses). Our idea of the evening is as follows: Cat, me, OC and MD will get there around 5. The lawyer happy hour starts at 6. The lawyers will see us with coworkers and think we were just out for a drink after a long day at work. Well, they need to do their networking and whatnot, so while they're doing that, we'll sit with our coworkers. Around 7:30, OC and MD will skedaddle and by that time, most of the lawyers should either have left (the ones that are married, dorks, women, etc.) or be a little more loosened up and ready to mingle with Cat and I. We'll let you know what really happens because if you knew OC and MD, you'd know things could go very very awry.
I will tell you what's cute though. OC and MD dressed up today. They are just the cutest. They made fun of Cat and me like you have no idea. And while October 18 will now go down in infamy as "Desperate Cat and Maxi Day" (OC and MD definitely made some invitations so that we could hand them out to any cute men we saw), the point is, when the rubber hits the road, they're there, dressed in their best, corporate America, ready to be our wingmen. They really are the best. (Why is Tracy Lawrence, "Find Out Who Your Friends Are" going through my head?)
Details to follow tomorrow...
Fingers crossed,
Maxi
I was having a heart attack this morning because I couldn't find anything to wear. I needed the perfect mix of professional and attractive. I settled on a nice pair of black slacks with a white button down, a new black vest and my patent leather Mary Janes. Cat's wearing her tall black boots with a black skirt and a cream sweater. Why does she always manage to show me up!? Sheesh!
Cat and I managed to persuade two of our male coworkers to go with us (and by persuade, we meant we forced them to put it on their calendars over a month ago so that they would have no excuses). Our idea of the evening is as follows: Cat, me, OC and MD will get there around 5. The lawyer happy hour starts at 6. The lawyers will see us with coworkers and think we were just out for a drink after a long day at work. Well, they need to do their networking and whatnot, so while they're doing that, we'll sit with our coworkers. Around 7:30, OC and MD will skedaddle and by that time, most of the lawyers should either have left (the ones that are married, dorks, women, etc.) or be a little more loosened up and ready to mingle with Cat and I. We'll let you know what really happens because if you knew OC and MD, you'd know things could go very very awry.
I will tell you what's cute though. OC and MD dressed up today. They are just the cutest. They made fun of Cat and me like you have no idea. And while October 18 will now go down in infamy as "Desperate Cat and Maxi Day" (OC and MD definitely made some invitations so that we could hand them out to any cute men we saw), the point is, when the rubber hits the road, they're there, dressed in their best, corporate America, ready to be our wingmen. They really are the best. (Why is Tracy Lawrence, "Find Out Who Your Friends Are" going through my head?)
Details to follow tomorrow...
Fingers crossed,
Maxi
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Overextended
I feel like I have too much going on, and nothing really important, but my life is out of control.
I took on a second job at one of those tutoring places for some extra cash. I get the schedule every Thursday for that next week. Not a problem, right? I get the schedule and go to work when I'm supposed to.
This week, I was scheduled to work on Wednesday. I wrote it in my planner, I put it on my work calendar, in my cell phone, you get the point. The point being (in case you missed it), I have work on Wednesday.
Late last week, the president of my alumni association (I'm on the alumni board for my college) called. We had to have an "emergency" meeting. I don't really care to go into the details here about the certain woman about whom the meeting was being held. Let's just say, if you never felt like pulling your brain through your nose with a wire hanger, you will after 3 minutes of knowing this woman. The president asked if I could meet Tuesday or Wednesday. I being the good, organized person that I am, opened up my planner and said "Tuesday. I can do Tuesday."
We have the meeting and the fate of the woman is decided. While I'm heading home, I check my messages, and I have a message from the tutoring place. "Maxi this is tutoring place. You're scheduled for tonight and your student is here. If there's something wrong, please call." AGH! I've had this job for less than a month. I need this job. I have NEVER been anything other than a punctual, hard working employee in my whole life, and then this happens!!?? I don't know what to do. I'm all but crying at this moment. I go home to check the schedule and sure enough I should have worked tonight. I totally messed up. This never happens to me. I am a good person, I care about my jobs. I feel TERRIBLE here people! TERRIBLE!! I don't know what to do. And I guess I have to call tomorrow and apologize, but I'm petrified they'll fire me, then I don't know what I'll do for a second job. There's no way I could do retail! And even if it comes to that, I still feel bad. This is not typical Maxi behavior! I don't know what to do.
And Cat, I know you would LOVE for me not to work at tutoring place. I will admit, it's cut into happy hour and after work exercise time, and that makes me very sad. I hate it as much as you! But happy hours will have to be cut out completely if I don't have the means to fund them!
:'( Maxi
I took on a second job at one of those tutoring places for some extra cash. I get the schedule every Thursday for that next week. Not a problem, right? I get the schedule and go to work when I'm supposed to.
This week, I was scheduled to work on Wednesday. I wrote it in my planner, I put it on my work calendar, in my cell phone, you get the point. The point being (in case you missed it), I have work on Wednesday.
Late last week, the president of my alumni association (I'm on the alumni board for my college) called. We had to have an "emergency" meeting. I don't really care to go into the details here about the certain woman about whom the meeting was being held. Let's just say, if you never felt like pulling your brain through your nose with a wire hanger, you will after 3 minutes of knowing this woman. The president asked if I could meet Tuesday or Wednesday. I being the good, organized person that I am, opened up my planner and said "Tuesday. I can do Tuesday."
We have the meeting and the fate of the woman is decided. While I'm heading home, I check my messages, and I have a message from the tutoring place. "Maxi this is tutoring place. You're scheduled for tonight and your student is here. If there's something wrong, please call." AGH! I've had this job for less than a month. I need this job. I have NEVER been anything other than a punctual, hard working employee in my whole life, and then this happens!!?? I don't know what to do. I'm all but crying at this moment. I go home to check the schedule and sure enough I should have worked tonight. I totally messed up. This never happens to me. I am a good person, I care about my jobs. I feel TERRIBLE here people! TERRIBLE!! I don't know what to do. And I guess I have to call tomorrow and apologize, but I'm petrified they'll fire me, then I don't know what I'll do for a second job. There's no way I could do retail! And even if it comes to that, I still feel bad. This is not typical Maxi behavior! I don't know what to do.
And Cat, I know you would LOVE for me not to work at tutoring place. I will admit, it's cut into happy hour and after work exercise time, and that makes me very sad. I hate it as much as you! But happy hours will have to be cut out completely if I don't have the means to fund them!
:'( Maxi
Monday, October 15, 2007
The Conundrum of the Condom
This weekend, my mom came to visit and help me do some stuff around the house. As usual, we ended up shopping all day Saturday. Sunday, we did manage to get something done so that my dad wouldn't know the trip to my house was just a ploy to go shopping in the city. We put some grass seed down on my weed filled yard. Now I just have to get up early to water and hope none of my neighbors frown as I water my yard despite our voluntary water restrictions.
So, Saturday night, my mom spends the night with me. I love it when my mom spends the night (which I will add is about twice a year on special occasions; for example, once when I had surgery, and once because I couldn't take a day off work and she volunteered to be at my house when I had new windows put in). She makes me dinner, she cleans my kitchen, we watch movies, and I love feeling fresh the next morning because I didn't go out and get crunk tore up the night before.
So, this particular night, we're getting into our jammies so that we can enjoy a movie, and I'm reaching into my night stand to pull out some nice jammie jams. The weather had turned a little cooler, so I had to reach way in the back to find my flannel pj's. I see the ones I want to wear, and start yanking on them to loosen them from the other pj's that are on top. Finally, it breaks free and as it flings backward, it bring something with it. I hear this soft thud on the bed and in that instant, I knew immediately what it was flying across the room...a condom. I quickly snatched it up and put it back in the night stand. I'm freaking out at this moment. Did my mom see? I didn't gasp or anything like that to cause suspicion, and I hope it was all too fast for my mom to see, but she did get lasic recently.
Now this something no mom wants to ever see, especially my mom, let me tell you. I am a virgin queen to my mother, and on the night that I get married, I swear to you, I will tell her I am scared that it's going to hurt. All night long, I'm waiting for it..."Maxi, I know you didn't want me to see that condom, but I did" and launch into this long talk about the right guy, waiting until marriage, being a slut, I don't know. It doesn't help that I haven't dated someone "special" in 3 years. And she doesn't know about the last few guys I've dated since I knew it wasn't going anywhere and there's no reason to introduce relationships before 6 months to the parents. So, if that condom didn't have an expiration date of 2006, she's going to wonder who I'm whoring around with. Anyways, did she see it? I don't know, and I hate not knowing!
-Maxi
So, Saturday night, my mom spends the night with me. I love it when my mom spends the night (which I will add is about twice a year on special occasions; for example, once when I had surgery, and once because I couldn't take a day off work and she volunteered to be at my house when I had new windows put in). She makes me dinner, she cleans my kitchen, we watch movies, and I love feeling fresh the next morning because I didn't go out and get crunk tore up the night before.
So, this particular night, we're getting into our jammies so that we can enjoy a movie, and I'm reaching into my night stand to pull out some nice jammie jams. The weather had turned a little cooler, so I had to reach way in the back to find my flannel pj's. I see the ones I want to wear, and start yanking on them to loosen them from the other pj's that are on top. Finally, it breaks free and as it flings backward, it bring something with it. I hear this soft thud on the bed and in that instant, I knew immediately what it was flying across the room...a condom. I quickly snatched it up and put it back in the night stand. I'm freaking out at this moment. Did my mom see? I didn't gasp or anything like that to cause suspicion, and I hope it was all too fast for my mom to see, but she did get lasic recently.
Now this something no mom wants to ever see, especially my mom, let me tell you. I am a virgin queen to my mother, and on the night that I get married, I swear to you, I will tell her I am scared that it's going to hurt. All night long, I'm waiting for it..."Maxi, I know you didn't want me to see that condom, but I did" and launch into this long talk about the right guy, waiting until marriage, being a slut, I don't know. It doesn't help that I haven't dated someone "special" in 3 years. And she doesn't know about the last few guys I've dated since I knew it wasn't going anywhere and there's no reason to introduce relationships before 6 months to the parents. So, if that condom didn't have an expiration date of 2006, she's going to wonder who I'm whoring around with. Anyways, did she see it? I don't know, and I hate not knowing!
-Maxi
Friday, October 12, 2007
It's Friday!
After countless discussions about starting a blog, we decided to get up off our wine-guzzlin' butts and get this thing started. This post will be brief, since we're trying to get out of work at a decent hour to hit up happy hour. TC is one of our favorite places to go. Cheap drinks, free food, and bad music. Maxine hasn't gotten paid yet, so we'll be hustling a free dinner complimentary with a drink purchase. As for me, I'm hoping to run into Jojo, another TC regular who I still don't know his real name or how old he is. xoxo Cathy.
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