Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Saturday, December 18, 2004 Messing with the flavor oh the flavor that you savor, saving me for last but you better not eat me at all....Having fondue for a dinner party is a good idea for the simple reason that, the following day, you have scores of bread and cheese leftover to help quell the hangover. Especially when there 7 1/2 bottles of wine down. Actually 5 1/2 bottles of wine and 2 bottles of champagne. Although the drawback of fondue being that if you leave the scene in a hurry without properly cleaning or soaking, you'll wake up the next morning to a pot of solid chocolate (with the spoon securely locked into place), and congealed cheese on everything that you'll need boiling water to remove. And you'll definitely be throwing away the entire scrubby brush when you're done too.
My roommate and I have been periodically laughing throughout the morning about randomness from last night: calling our wooden spatula a "spanker", our crazy crazy neighbor who wanted us to "come up to his apartment" after we got home from the bar, the nice people at Woodruff's getting a little too much of an earfull with loud drunk girls with some pretty offensive language, and leaving people voice mail messages inquiring about the sexual orientation of another individual (I would die to hear that message by the way).
Last night was such a blast. I forgot how much fun Friday night dinners are. All of the usual suspects were in attendance (Pnut, Brian, Deb, Mike) and two new victims (two Stephanies). When we used to live in the red house, we used to have "sharing time" where everyone would go around the table and say what they did that day (both mine and my roommate's included locking ourselves out of the apartment). So we all went around the table, in a fun little sharing time that ended up taking probably close to an hour. Because we would all get a little rowdy and get incredibly off track. But I loved hearing about everyone's great days. I would highly recommend it for your next party.
The entire group mosied to Woodruff's for a drink after dinner -- like we needed anymore. But I guess when you run out of wine, you don't have much of a choice. We met up with Amy and my favorite teachers and Suzy. Where things got a little nutso. And just in case you're curious, you can pretty much get me to tell you anything if I've been drinking. Any little secret? Just pump me full of wine, and out it comes! Like who I chose for my secret santa. I pride myself on not telling anyone that dammit! Why just blab? Oh yeah, it was the wine. Hopefully a good time was had by all -- I know that I definitely did.
And I'll leave you with the story that I concluded my sharing time with, just to prove what a remarkable dumbass I am:
Yesterday I had to run down to work for a meeting. And the shoes I wear to work are always incredibly loud on the tile hospital floors. You can usually hear me coming from a couple hallways away. And on a pretty regular basis, people will comment how noisy my shoes are. So yesterday, I was in a huge hurry because I was running late, so the heels pounding were especially loud. To get to our lab, you have to go through the radiology waiting area. So I had gone through once and there was one guy waiting there. So when I was going to leave, I had to make another pass through. And the same guy was waiting there. So when I went by the second time, he said, "Is that you making all that noise?" My response? "I definitely can't pull a sneak attack in these shoes." As soon as it was out of my mouth I instantly thought, "Who the fuck says that to a veteran??!!" If there is only one demographic of people that would be offended by such an innocuous comment, it would probably be a veteran. And of course I'm the dumbass who said it. Way to go Lisa. Way. To. Go.
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