V-Day entry #2 (as promised)

NUMERO DOS: Aw hell i had a helpful reminder about valentine's day and finishing a project . . .watching 30-rock St. Valentine's Day episode i think it was on this past week or something. I dunno it was on my Tivo one night and I watched it. Seriously haven't laughed that ridiculously for NBC in a hot minute. I came close to giving myself a hernia.

Back to business. Ugh trying to hang out with anyone on Valentine's day is difficult. Friends miraculously have boyfriends/girlfriends or dates, your family has plans. I'm single so for a Saturday night this was NOT COOL! I went to see a cliche movie earlier that day "He's just not that into you" which i suppose was entertaining, but i was skeptical based purely on the preceding self-help book. I need to vent:

• duh and fucking stupid concept. I've heard all the justification for it being a great theory of male-pattern assholeness. But it's a fucking crutch. A d-bag guy wrote a book basically trying to market d-baggyness and making females even more aware of male annoyances. Lame. Why can't males be held to the same standards we are held to? Being a strong supporter of equal rights, why are men still allowed to be dicks just because they can't take responsibility for their own actions. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of women who have these crappy habits, but it's nauseating how many dudes cannot be comfortable with admitting or coming to terms with whatever they did/said/think/feel and be open and honest about it. Maybe it's me being too critical, but I don't mind being honest. I'm never labeled a jerk, it works out. Sorry to the dudes who don't partake in this annoying mess, you're awesome, stay that way, & can i give you my #? If you don't have the balls to deal with the repercussions, then maybe the negative adjectives associated with men will dissipate.

• FYI, i didn't read the book. I never will. I went to the movie to hang with a friend, and check out some cute actors, with the hope i'd be blown away by some mind-blowing concept. Nope. Ugh whatever STUPID MOVIE, STUPIDER BOOK, STOOOooooOOOOPID jerk making money off this shit.
  

So back to my glorious Valentine's day. I'm not gonna lie, i was in a sour mood and when my friend called me to go out for drinks i could think of nothing else i'd prefer to do. Val scooped me up, but she said because she was driving i had to drink 2 drinks to her 1, with intention that one of us would get wastedface and one would be able to provide the safe transportation and a recap of the night's story. I'm a team player, so i took multiples of 2 for the team!


Karaoke Saturdays! Ah yes, i've avoided singing in places i frequent, i avoid solo public singing most of the time. After 3 Guinness pints, and some coaxing, I was ready to make my debut. I chose "I'm Burnin'" by Blue Oyster Cult, I wasn't about to do a stereotypical karaoke song, nonono, if i'm going out i'm going all out, It's how i roll!

"Burn out the day, burn out the night, I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong or what's right"

"and i'm burnin' i'm burnin' i'm burnin' for you"

I far from nailed it, mostly because the mic totally wasn't loud enough and I've got a soft voice as it is, so the combination of the two plus this random dude that decided to start singing into my microphone. Ugh. I let him sing the last chorus (see him infiltrating above) and sat down and killed my last pint within a couple minutes.

All in all, i had a pretty successful night drinking too much Guinness too quickly, don't even know how bad i sounded, and i actually forgot to pay my tab so I had to call Val after she dropped me home to come back and bring me back to the bar to get my credit card and close out my expenses. AWESOME!!!! & I'd totally do it again . . . . . .