Dueling pianos

This weekend was especially fun. I did go out Friday night for a little while by myself and met up with a lot of people I knew. But Saturday was the big hit. I went with one of my good friends from school and all of her friends to a bar called Trio. Saturday night they had dueling pianos and a flat fee food-and-drink rate. I definitely didn't drink enough to make my $$ worth it, but I figured ahead of time that I probably wouldn't. That's better than drinking too much and driving home, however.
The piano players were particularly funny (and vulgar). They played and sang any song you requested, as long as they knew it. Sometimes instead of singing the actual lyrics, they'd substitute they're own. Like "Hey there vagina" instead of "Hey there Delilah," and "He had an itsy bitsy teeny weeny little sausage for a weenie..." or something like it. We all had a great time, and since we were a big party bringing in a lot of money, we got a lot of attention. Out of three large groups, the piano players nicknamed one the "senior citizens," another the "insomniacs," and us "girls gone wild." We were NOTHING like girls gone wild, of course, but it was fun nonetheless. I think the performers just liked that we had a bunch of young girls at our table!
Our waitress wasn't very bright, which was another reason we all didn't get our money's worth, along with the fact that our drinks were only about half as strong as they should have been. Or maybe I'm just used to places that load their drinks with alcohol to get big tips??

Definitely a good time though. We have to do it again!

Serious this time

I came online today, thinking I'd come up with something to post, and I came across this entry in someone else's blog. It brought me to tears. Now I can't think of anything in my own life that's important enough to write about. Eloquently written, full of depth and candid emotion, it's heartbreakingly sad.

One more thing

I forgot to add that I'm suspecting that I have some kind of desire to sabotage my prospects for romance. I want to fall in love. I really do. But any time I meet a guy, he's too short, he doesn't have a good enough job, he smokes, he drinks too much, he looks funny, he lives to far away... or some other random excuse.

I met a guy recently who wasn't my type. When my dad asked, "What is your type?" he was making a point that I don't like anyone I meet. So what is it? Am I afraid of something? Am I too picky?

An ant cemetery and a lot more

Soon we will have to give over our house to the ants. Every year when it gets warm, these critters invade our space. It doesn't matter how much we sweep or how much ant poison we put down, they always return. Today, after it rained outside, it was worse than it's ever been. These ants were swarming around two corners of a little 4-foot alcove of our family room, and marching back and forth between the two corners.


Before this, we were noticing dead ant corpses scattered around this area. When I was trying to figure out why, I found out that ants actually have cemeteries (although they're not called that) where they dispose of their family members' bodies. It's crazy what these ants are capable of, but it made sense! It's definitely NOT a cemetery now, though, as you can see.

Onto a more personal topic, I've finally been getting back into the swing of things after being on vacation, being depressed (vacation being over), and being sick with a cold. I worked out today and felt like I was going to die. I went to a group fitness class at my gym, where the room was full of about 20 women (mostly middle-age). I think I was the weakest one there. I was the only one I could see who stopped for a rest here and there. My arms were burning! I could only do about 2/3 of the ab exercises. Maybe if I keep going to this, I'll start looking more toned?

I've also read a couple more books: Stardust by Neil Gaiman and Where are the Children? by Mary Higgins Clark. Stardust was pretty good. I didn't get extremely attached to any of the main characters, as the narrator had an aloof, storytelling kind of voice. Where are the Children was sort of a typical novel that follows a popular reading recipe. Kind of predictable, not written in any superior way, but good for entertainment and the value of the story alone. It's about a woman whose children are kidnapped, and it reveals that she had children 7 years ago who were kidnapped and killed. She is accused of being their murderer. It really was an OK book. I read it in about 2 hours.