I'm not good with titles.

Apparently I have the alcohol tolerance of a five-year-old. Two nights ago (Wednesday), I hung out with Tiffany from Bar Louie. We were supposed to just go for a drink, but the one drink turned into one (or two) too many. The fact that I hadn't eaten anything all day may have factored into it.

All I know is, come 10:30 (I know - early!) and I was sick to my stomach in the bathroom. I have very vivid memories of Tiffany's shoes and jeans. I couldn't focus on anything that was higher than that. I felt like an idiot because I wasn't even trying to drink. The problem is that I love wine, and I kept drinking it without thinking about the alcohol content. And when I mentally cut myself off, someone else brought another glass to me. Which was nice, but unfortunately a bad idea.

"The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken." —Homer

Earlier that day I was trying to get a job. I don't know what I'm going to do this summer! Ted's would take me back, but I wouldn't be able to make much there. They told me I wouldn't get the prime, money-making shifts, and Jenni told me she made a total of $40 in tips this week. Not enough! I stopped in at Bar Louie, and Randy said he'd call me by Wednesday to see if there's any room for me to join them there.

I think Bar Louie would be fun. It would be different for me! I know it's a little more about appearances, flirting, and drunks, but I think I would enjoy that more than the stiff, formal buttoned-up-to-the-collar Ted's experience. And if I ever have to close on a Friday or Saturday, sure I would have to stay there late (3am?), but I'd make between $200 and $300, according to Tiffany. Besides, I need to get myself out of granny-mode while I'm still young enough.

I've seen a lot of the girls (my nieces) lately. That's really great and all, but they've passed their colds to me. I woke up feeling terrible today and now am trying to fight it with Airborne and Zicam. I hope these things really do work.

Today is very humid. All day I've felt like I'm melting, but the temperature isn't even that high. I did a lot of running around; I went to the mall, looked at swimsuits at Macy's (since I lost mine in Sorrento, Italy), got a toffee-nut latte at Starbucks, went to Barnes and Noble, returned a movie at Blockbuster, and went to Best Buy. A few of those things are commentworthy...

The movie I returned at Blockbuster was Lions for Lambs. To be perfectly honest, I didn't like it. It wasn't that I was bored (my mom was), but it just didn't have enough happening. It switched back and forth between different conversations throughout most of it, and it became obvious after about ten minutes that it was a social and political commentary on the United States and its government. I hate the subject of politics to begin with, so this was a bit of a disappointment. On a positive note, the conversations were interesting (if not gripping), and the acting was quite good, especially that of Meryl Streep.

At Best Buy, I spoke with a guy who made my heart skip a beat, or two. Tall, athletic, with beautiful smiling eyes. Our short conversation about computer keyboards felt like flirting to me, which is a serious sign of a lack of a love life, but nonetheless made me smile for the next hour at least. I couldn't help watching him over the top of the video game shelves a few aisles over. And he was NOT wearing a wedding ring.

Now I'm trying to figure out what to do with my evening. Watch another movie, finish Life of Pi, or see if I can meet a friend out for a drink or two...?

Blogging Newbie

I'm not sure how long I'll stick to this blogging thing, as I don't tend to stick to one thing or another for very long, but I think it could be good for me! I was just telling a friend that I wish I could write something profound. I have so many jumbled, mixed up thoughts that I wish I could eloquently get onto paper.

Well, I can't. I know I can't. I am by no means a writer, although I'd like to someday be. But I do believe that writing is good for people, whether it's as a kind of emotional therapy or simply to improve writing skills. And on top of that, I recently read a bit of Metro Mama's blog (I met her on my recent trip through Italy), and she inspired me. If only I could write about everyday life in a way that makes it hard to stop reading.

Right now I'm off to try to search for my niece's 18K gold crucifix from Italy. She lost it in a friend's yard yesterday and my sister cried for two hours. Hopefully I'll have good news when I return!