A friend keeps calling and leaving messages, trying to pin me down so that we can get together. I was surprised to be home this weekend, but when we talked Friday night I had already talked to K & B about watching the hockey game over dinner. He jokingly commented that it wasn’t a problem, seeing as how he had managed to get a meeting with the Pope and he probably should get his rest anyhow.
That got me thinking. Is it possible to have too many friends? I mean really, can one be a bad friend because one has too many friends?
I haven’t seen my best friend from high school in I can’t even tell you how long. Hell, we barely even talk on the phone anymore.
DVD thought I lied to him because we had a miscommunication. If I weren’t running around constantly it probably wouldn’t have happened. But I have been a bad friend to him as well. He has a fun wife and a terrific young daughter that I wanna go hang out with, but I keep having things jump up in my life and they keep getting put on the back burner. That truly sucketh.
One of my best friends has a young son who was born the day before Cinco de Mayo (about 7 years ago??). And we all know I was in Philly that weekend so I certainly wasn’t at the birthday party. Bad friend.
My family is on the large side and I would pick most of them as friends if we weren’t already related. Which means I love to do stuff with these folks. And also that several of us live in rather close proximity and therefore it is easy to do things together. Yet I don’t do all of the family things available. Bad Becky.
There are way too many examples for me to write here. I would be writing all night and just depressing myself. But I would love to know if you guys get the same feelings ever…can one have too many friends?
In my defense, I did go to the movies with Friend and his awesome 15 year old daughter. Kids are so cool, especially when they aren’t mine. Anyhow, Saturday I got to see both Speed Racer and Iron Man. It was a good day. I love the movies and don’t go nearly often enough.
If I didn’t spend five hours in blog talk radio chat rooms I might have elaborated more on this one. Perhaps we can do that in the comments!
P.S. Penguins won Sunday night, putting us up 2-0 in the series. Wafrikkenhoooo!!! Go Pens!
Seems most people walked away from TequilaCon with a renewed sense of self. Well, more like with pride at themselves for acting out of their comfort zone. They traveled by themselves or they talked to strangers or they drank alcohol or they got on an airplane or whatever it is that broke their daily mold, that shattered their limits.
Not me. I almost always travel alone for work, meeting new people gives me a huge adrenaline rush, alcohol and me are VERY good friends plus airplanes don’t bother me a bit so long as I have taken my Dramamine.
BUT. Yes, you knew there was a but coming, didn’t you? Well you are very smart.
But something unexpected happened to me at TequilaCon. I got sorta shy. Internet shy, not in person shy. I’ll still ask the smoking hot guy next to me on the plane to take his shirt off (he so did and it was wonderful), but I am sorta self conscious about blogging now. Everyone I met was so smart, so funny and so all around wonderful. And then there is little ole me. I feel like in person I am fine, but give me a blog and I have nothing to say.
So, everyone who pushed their boundaries and left their comfort zones at TequilaCon? Could you please let me know how the fuck you did it? Because seriously, this site might not be long for this bloggy world. (Emails to hello at midnightcliff dotcom or comments here are fine…whatever works for ya.)
xoxo
I managed to whack about 45 minutes off of the drive back to Pittsburgh from Philly, although I almost got popped a few times for speeding. Thankfully there were a few assholes driving even faster than I was so I somehow didn’t get pulled over. Of course I had been given specific directions to simply show my boobies in order to get out of tickets. Does that shit really work?
Regardless, today was rather exhausting so you still aren’t getting a “real” post from me. I didn’t get back to my room until about 3 in the morning, then of course I had to play on the internet for a bit when I got back to my room. Snoring prevented me from getting the best rest possible…also gave me a slight sore throat. Fortunately the laughter first thing in the morning helped cure that.
Which reminds me, I can’t wait to read Karl’s recap of TequilaCon. My friends, the man was so funny that night. Stories will come out, be ready. (Also? I will be forever grateful that he didn’t throw up in my vehicle.)
Oh, on a totally completely different note, I have to say that one of the many highlights of my trip was meeting Lisa. She is funny, outgoing and pretty much everything I imagined her to be. Most of all she was strong and brave, exactly the reminder I needed this weekend. Her hubby was on camera duty and this photo is from Lisa’s collection. Thankfully the photos of us with our exposed breasts smashed against each other’s didn’t make the rounds yet. Yay!
I can’t stand it anymore, I need sleep. This week will be a bear with more travel, but I should have plenty of time to start writing real posts again.
Night.
Fuck blogging today.
(I’m gonna heed her advice and not “really” post today. Just know that we are having fun and that I laughed so hard at one point that I almost peed Adam’s bed. Yep, a good time was had by all. Just please don’t ask who would sleep with their own grandmother for ten million bucks, Ewww!)
Ever since I can remember I have had very vivid dreams. Crazy, bizarre and and rarely boring dreams. When I was younger they were always in black and white, but once I wondered if I could dream in color it was like the scene in the Wizard of Oz where the Technicolor kicks in. Kinda funny because now I can’t remember my last black and white dream.
One thing that I love is the way I sometimes am able to pull events from my surroundings into the dream that I am having. A few times his gentle snoring has become the rhythmic sounds of ocean waves. Several weeks ago I was sleeping on the couch, dreaming about something or other, when Matt Lauer showed up in my dream. He was informing me about a political issue while not wearing a shirt. When I woke up the Today show was on my TV and Matt Lauer was discussing the same political issue (except he was in a suit…boooo. Small aside: Matt Lauer has a sixpack. Nice.). Although it is not always a good thing because another time I was running from an attacker and when I woke up CSI Special Victims was on.
I also can wake up from a spectacular dream, look at the clock and decide that I have plenty of time to sleep so I try to go back to the same dream. And when I fall back asleep the same dream picks up exactly where it left off. The most I have ever done that is six times in one night. It might not be a super power, but it is a damn cool talent.
The worst part of having incredibly realistic dreams is that sometimes I cannot tell the difference between dream world and reality. Which means that if I have a dream where a friend wrongs me, I might not realize that it was only a dream so I am angry at them when I wake up. There have been so many times when I have had to ask someone if they did a certain act just so that I can get past my anger.
There have been many instances where I have had a dream where an event happens, only to have it actually happen within 24 hours. Nothing major like the show Medium, nothing even close to that, but little things. It always freaks me out.
Tonight I am going to do my best to dream something hot and sexy about Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. I could use a dream like that. If I am successful, I’ll let you know!
So, do you dream in color? Do you ever wake up furious with someone for their actions in your dreams? Hell, do you even remember your dreams?
My dear friend Jestertunes has brought to my attention the National Day of Silence.
Today this blog and all Twittering will be silent…
http://www.dayofsilence.org/content/truth.html
This year really seems to be flying by at light speed. Must be all the travel.
So far in 2008 I’ve been to the DC area, State College, Vegas, Cabo San Lucas, (thankfully Orlando got canceled, although I wanted to meet Britt & Adam I was ready to not get on another plane and not miss even more office time), Louisville, Atlanta and Lexington. Tuesday I leave for Atlantic City. And the Friday after that I head to Philadelphia for TequilaCon (yay!). Less than two weeks later I head to Reno (and I am SO ready for the chocolate pudding wrestling…bring it!). There will be a week or two before I go up to the Corning area to do a wine tour with Donnie Van Donnie and his family. Just a few weeks after that I head to Omaha before being done with trade shows until September or October.
And folks wonder why sometimes I just want to vacation here in Pittsburgh! Sheesh.
I really don’t understand how folks who travel more than I do can handle it. There are so many folks that I know who are constantly on the road. It would kill me. And I don’t even have kids to miss.
Although I will freely admit that I miss my dogs desperately when I am gone. Thankfully the kennel they go to is a socialized play kind of place so at least they run around all day and are exhausted enough to not totally hate being thrown in doggie jail overnight.
OH SHIT! I just realized that I need a birthday present for a 16 year old boy. Party starts Saturday at 3. Hmmmm. I have abso fucking lutely no clue what a 16 year old male wants for his birthday. Other than a 16 year old girl or a car, neither of which I can provide. I am thinking money, but have no idea what is appropriate these days. After Britt had the big “how much to spend on a kid’s birthday” debate where I was all about not spending a shit ton of money on parties for kids, I really should have an opinion on this one. Yet I am still all kinds of confused.
Not unusual, I know.
Spring is here, party people. Praise the Sweet Baby Jesus, lying in a manger, because it is seriously about time. That little bastard Punxy Phil is at the root of the cold weather til mid April, I’m sure of it. Wish we would have succeeded in that one drunken adventure when we drove to Punxsutawny to steal the groundhog. (Anyone else know that sometimes Phil lives in the POLICE STATION? Yeah, me neither. Woops.)
My forsythia bush is gloriously sporting her yellow dress, and looking damn good, too. Although I will freely admit that so long as the monstrous thing keeps the dogs in the backyard, I don’t care if there isn’t a colorful leaf to be found. If the boys are contained, I ain’t complaining. It is the little things in life, ya know?
I sit here, outside Thursday evening, when I write this. I left work at a reasonable time and I am in my back yard, wearing nothing but a wife beater tank top and cotton underwear. Where is my camera now? I’m gonna have to get a tripod or something because I can’t have my cousin or aunt always taking pictures of my half nekkid self. (Small aside here: Ever notice that the pretty ones are panties and the grannie ones are underwear? Why? Could be worse, one of the guys I work with refers to his as “underbags.” Yeah, we are a classy place…discussing our undergarments.)
Gotta tell you, though, I am whupped today. I kinda blame Jester for having such a terrific show last night on Blog Talk Radio. The show ended at midnight, but I was so wound up from the laughter that it took me forever to finally fall asleep. I mean, at one point the laptop was shaking so hard from my fit of laughter that I could no longer type in the chat room.
Good news is that I actually get to relax a bit this weekend. Wahoo! No out of town travel for work or pleasure. Just drinks with friends Friday night, a bowling birthday party for a 16 year old Saturday afternoon, a Pitt football scrimmage game at Heinz Field Saturday night and meeting out of town friends for drinks Sunday evening. Monday is taking out of towners to the Pirates baseball game, then Tuesday morning I leave for work in Atlantic City. Back by Friday and I have NOTHING going on that weekend. Yay!
Hilly posted a little slogan generator thing over at her site. Considering all the talk about her doing me instead of Britt in Philly, I cracked up:
Your Slogan Should Be
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Once You Go Becky. You’ll Never Go Back.
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Hehe…once you go me you’ll never go back. That’s funny stuff right there, people.
ENJOY YOUR FRIDAY!!
xoxo
Shots at my age? Stooooopid. But fun!
Calling some guys douche bags can be dangerous, yet also hilarious. Especially when said douche bag admits it, knocks knuckles and then goes back to his table, only to fall asleep within 10 minutes. (Sorry that I don’t have a photo of douche bag.)
When Turnbaby licks you, if you ask nicely she will do it again.
Which reminds me, the horse race was great fun, but the highlight was meeting Turnbaby. She is beautiful and kind and sexy and funny and even said “sugar” for me on command.
The Liquor Barn is the most amazing liquor store that I have ever been in. Like Costco or Sam’s Club. But a vast warehouse of booze. We took photos like tourists. And already are eagerly anticipating the visit next year. They are marked on the map!
Horse races can be fun even if you don’t bet. Although folks around you won’t appreciate your turning horse names into song (”Posse cat, posse cat i love you. Yes I do.” “What’s new posse cat whoa whoa whoa”). I am not a gambler so I just picked a horse and hollered “RUN” as loud as I could. 
When you meet the owner of Maker’s Mark and a Big Muckety Muck with Jim Beam, and when they literally give you the hat off of their head (thanks, Rory!), don’t look like a window licker in the photos that you plan to post to the internet. (How embarrassing.)
Master Distillers are terribly kind with their knowledge. And their bourbon. Plus? Soft lips.
Friday night we met Tim, the hardest working bartender in Lexington. We also me Joe, the hardest working guy trying to get laid in Lexington. (Turn definitely picked a good bar!)
Getting the speeding ticket on the way home (totally deserved…I blew past three or four cops before getting nailed by the fun cop who laughed at us) wasn’t the worst way to end the trip. After all, it is difficult to be sad or mad when wearing a horse hat. Only way it would have been a better experience would have been if I had been handcuffed and bent over the hood of my vehicle. What?!??!!!
I think it is amazing that I am related to women so spectacular that I desire to vacation with them, even if it is only a quick weekend to Kentucky. Tinkle TomTom and Twinkle Twat, I admire and adore each of you. Thanks for being such a huge part of my life. (What?!?!? What??! Stupid bitch, you are a fabulous adult female role model. hehe)
Lots of love,
Twitter Twat
(I love that last photo. When is your birthday? hehe)
Somehow I survived the day. A day of nothing but Maker’s Mark and ginger ale. Oh, and many Maker’s Mark shots. (What was I thinking? Thank God we eventually remembered to eat.)
My head hurts too much for me to properly post today. I just can’t do it. I’ve got a few photos, but don’t have the strength to get them from the cellica phone to the computer to this space.
Good news is Turnbaby was kind enough to recap the day. Meeting her is the highlight of my trip! LOVE that woman. We’ll try to get her tattooed later today. Anyhow, get yourself over to Turn’s place to see a few photos of yesterday. I’ll do a “real” post when I am not concentrating on avoiding throwing up and when my little cousin quits giving me shit for being addicted to my computer.
You guys are addicting, ya know? Love yinz.
(Sorry for the crappy quality…my little cousin brought a real camera, all I have is my cellica phone camera. When we get back to the Burgh she promises to email me all of the evidence. Which includes entirely too many Half Nekkid Thursday images. Yeah, that’s right. I made my fucking cousin take drunk girl nakey photos. Nope, I am not proud. But it is what it is. Oh…and I was just informed that tonight they wanna get me drunk, straighten my hair and THEN take naked pictures of me. Oh my fuck, what is wrong with my family???!?! hehe)
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