ROCO Friday – The WTF Edition

5 o’clock in the morning, where you gonna be? Well, usually I’m downstairs getting my exercise on. Today, however, I was downstairs getting my on-call work on. Oh yeah, 5am and I’m online doing work. 5 o’clock in the afternoon, where you gonna be? Dammit, I was still working! Great googlie mooglie, this was a hectic Friday. Thankfully, it’s over now, and even though I’m still on-call, I am going to have at least two adult beverages this evening.

Do you remember that song up there? Have you ever even heard it? I don’t recall the exact year it came out, but I’d guess somewhere around 96. Sounds right. Summer. 1996. I’m a seasoned bar goer. I have a full-time receptionist job rocking a 100-line console and hella cool Christmas parties. I had a part-time bartending gig at a Tex-Mex place with even better Christmas parties. I have my ‘dawg’, my godsister, my partner in crime. And we have hangouts.

I tell you, we were a crew. Hahaha, if that year-ish were a movie, NC-17 for sure. We loved the bars and the bars loved us. From the hood to the burbs, we were in. One of our favorites was The O in Oakland. I don’t think I could put a clock on the time we spent in there. Or sitting around at the end of the block, on the corner, sometimes into the wee hours of the morning. Back in those days we could literally function on 2 or 3 hours of sleep for a few days in a row. Wasted time? Hell no. Unbeknownst training for Club Med? Hell yes! Good times, good times.

Speaking of good times, last night was the first time in I’m not exactly sure how long that I did some pole dancing. I am rusty with sweaty hands. Who the hell am I?!? I was even terrified of a move. Literally. Could. Not. Do it. (I managed to get it before the end.) I walked away feeling strong and happy and a little sore (snowboarding shoulder).

Welp, it’s dinner time which means it’s adult beverage time. Happy Friday, y’all!

Unintentional racism…

I don't know why I thought about this yesterday.

Probably because I was singing.  I don't sing.  Well.  I know it and therefore I don't torture people with it.  There are a couple songs out there that I can hold my own on.  One of them is "Contagioius" by my buddy Garen/Granian/Kill The Alarm.

So anywho, back when I was working in Mexico, I was walking from my room over to the bar in what I thought was solitude.  I'm belting this one out like there's no tomorrow.

Sidebar: First time I met Garen, a bunch of us were sitting around a room, drinking some beers and he was playing his geet-tar.  It's all well and good and I wasn't paying attention and I was singing along to whatever he was playing.  All of a sudden, he just stopped playing and received some questioning looks.  He said he wanted to hear me sing.  Um, how bouts no?

Right, so turns out I wasn't alone and some of my co-workers had snuck up behind me.  The conversation went like this:

Mexican Co-Worker 1: Hey Sunshine, I didn't know you could sing.

Me: I can't.

MCW1: Sure you can, I just heard you.

Mexican Co-Worker 2 to MCW1: Todos los chocolates pueden cantar.*

Me: Uggghhnnnmm.  Bye guys.

Only because I hold these two people close did I not kill them.  And more because I know that they didn't mean anything by it.  Honestly, I don't think they know what racism is, but I can look back at it and laugh.  But really, we can't all sing.

*Translation: All the chocolates can sing.

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The vacation recap

So I'm a little slow in posting this.  I'm okay with that. 😛

There were photos.  I mean other than the random ones that I posted from my phone.  Of course, they're in my Flickr account.  A lot of them will look similar since I found the function on my camera that takes a bunch of pictures in a row.  I tried to keep those ones toward the end and keep the more interesting ones in the front for your viewing pleasure.

  • Friday – Typically, we wouldn't leave until Saturday morning, but we got the word that the house was ready so after work we packed up all of our stuff (why can't we ever travel light?) and hit the road.  iPhones make for great timewasters especially when you can play with the GPS.  I'd guess it was close to 10 by the time we made it down to the Keys so there wasn't much to do but unpack and rest.
  • Saturday – Good morning, RAIN!  You suck!  You kill outside plans.  But Lovey's mom cooked for us and damn was it good.
  • Sunday – The plan was to go out on the boat.  Some friends were coming down and we were to make a day of it.  Guess what?  Good morning, RAIN!  YOU STILL SUCK!  Good evening Lovey's mom.  You make the most fantastic dinners.  EVER! (do I really wonder why I can't lose any weight?!?!)
  • Monday – It's still raining.  But you know what's fun in any weather?  Knocking down some pins!  Yeah, bitches, we went bowling.  I LUUURVE bowling.  I can't help it.  I practically grew up in a bowling alley and knew how to keep score before I was 10.  Later on, I bowled with my folks in a league.  Good times.  But I digress.  COSMIC bowling!  Yeah, I was p-s-y-c-h-e-d (psyched is what we wanna be, get psyched, alright Leps, get psyched).  I donned my bowling shoes (just noticed that cafepress has a gajillion bowling shirts!)

    and found a ball that wouldn't rip my arm off and got set up.  Let's just say that these particular lanes haven't necessarily been well taken care of.  If you've been bowling or watched it, you might see folks slide on that last step before releasing the ball.  Yep, tried that and damn near fell on my face AND broke my knee off.  Damn you humidity.  Know what else humidity does?  Warps lanes.  Oil might help the situation but I think there was only one small patch on the entire lane.  I'm about a 150 average (on the Wii, lol) and maybe about 120 or so when I was bowling for real, so bowling under 100 didn't please me.  Oh, and when you hear the ball bump over the warped part of the lane, over the music, I might add, it's just time to throw in the towel and finish the pitcher.

  • Tuesday – Would you believe it was a little rainy?  Apparently it hadn't rained in months before we came but thankfully it could rain for three straight days on our vacation.  Oh well.  At least I got to sleep in and drink the pineapple/mango/Parrot Bay combo all day.
  • Wednesday – Let's hit the road to Key West!!  We stayed in the most awesome place!  Their pictures don't do it justice.  We rocked the "private suite".  It was like a little apartment.  Schweet!  Last year, we walked everywhere.  This year, we came better prepared with our bicycles.  Much easier to stop back at the hotel when it only takes a couple minutes. Hello frozen drink containing grain alcohol, bourbon, 151, vodka, lemonade and grape juice.  And hello delicious food!
  • Thursday – Giddyup!  Continental breakfast, chillin in the pool, laying around, riding bikes, taking pictures, SWEATING!  So, so hot.  Nighttime bars that included live music and a ridiculously drunk local that I have a picture of but am too lazy to upload.
  • Friday – Back north to Key Largo.  We must chill on this last day and chill we do.  There's nothing like the freedom to do nothing.  Ordered subs from a local place that ROCKED!
  • Saturday – Home again, home again.  It's always nice to go on vacation but it's just as nice to come home to the familiarity of my own bed!

And that's it in a nutshell, kids. 

 

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