OC Street Fair/LastNightWasRad.com

All righty kids, Mamma's got some pictures to share. I met up with Carrie yesterday to go to the Orange County Street Fair. We pre-gamed at her place, where the glory of the good ol' Monopoly theory was revisited. This is something I will have to delve into at a later date, but I promise you, it's fairly brilliant.

After breaking into someones house, which I'm pretty sure we did, we headed on over to the international food and beer festival, where it was SO BUSY we ended up eating no food or drinking any beer. Disappointed!

To explain a little more about the photos, Carrie's got a couple of friends (Djay and Brandon) who take professional quality photos for events and parties (check out lastnightwasrad.com - for more). They tend to go a little crazy with the photography which is unfortunate for someone like me who tends to be NON-photogenic, and/or doing something she shouldn't be doing. Getting caught in the act of debauchery is one thing, but being PHOTOGRAPHED... oh no, that just won't do. :)

First... this post, brought to you by the letters D and J, and the number 7 (and by 7, I mean Brandon).

Djay:

Brandon:

Onto the evenings festivities:

I have nothing to do with this photo. In fact, it was taken before Carrie and I even arrived. I just think Djay's infiltration is high-larious, and LOVE his expression:

Carrie and I arriving to flash photography (so hot right now):

For some reason, I decided to bury my face in her arm?!?!? Ugh!

We started wandering, and ran across these volleyball chicks. I was intrigued. They were so tall... and loud... and wearing pirate hats!

We also ran into an old friend of ours from High School, Steve. He's one of the best guys I've ever known!

And then... things start to blur:

Where are we? Who are we with? Why are we in a line? Who's this dude with no lenses in his glasses? Have I eaten? How much did I drink? Why am I teaching people the lesser known version of jazz-hands that some theatre snob taught me???

I think this girl might have the prettiest smile I've ever seen:

And of course, the theme of the evening... drinks... drinks drinks drinks, and confusion:

We ended up leaving fairly early, which was probably a very good thing. I had a poker game waiting for me at home. I ended up being awake until roughly 5 AM, and I'm completely unclear what I was doing between the hours of 12 midnight and about 12 noon this morning. I was however, greeted with a brutal hangover this morning and I probably deserved it.

I'm getting too old for this crap.

The Beta Band - Dry the Rain

I've had a crap week. I'm ready for it to turn around! I thought it was turning around, but that was just a momentary blip of awesome! Mamma wants more!

I tend to believe that you get what you give. Maybe I really wronged someone recently? I don't know. If I did, it'd be sweet to know. I'm good with apologies! Either way, I'm sending out the good juju and hoping to get some back! Carrie's B-Day BBQ is tomorrow, and I'm totally looking forward to some good times with some good friends (i.e. NOT the ones that have been "the suck" lately)! Monday... "we're all stars now..." in Marilyn Manson's, "Dope Show"! Woot woot! All good things.

I'm ready.

I'm feeling this song today!

The Beta Band - Dry the Rain

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August 17th, 2009

This was one of my worst days of 2009:




Woke up early for spin class, only to be told that the class was full, and I'd have to be put on a wait list. If somebody with a reservation didn't make it, I could take that spot. News which left me completely downtrodden because it had been three full weeks since my last class. And I loves me some spin. (Luckily though, I got in at the last second.)

Next, got home from spin to a post-it stuck to my door, informing me that a package I've been DYING to get back from the British Embassy was there to be dropped off, but it required a signature, and since I missed it, I was going to have to wait another day. I have been working on getting my passport from the British Embassy all year Starting in January. It's been a devastatingly long, drawn out, arduous process that makes me often-times want to hurt things or people, not excluding myself.







About 20 minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I answered it and it was the UPS guy. YAY, right? I was very excited. He asked me for a cigarette. Apparently, he could see by the smoking patio I have cultivated (an ashtray monument, if you will - Thank you Blake!) that smokers occupied the building. I was fine with sharing though, because the guy had brought me my long awaited passport. Or so I thought. I opened up the fancy-pants overnight envelope with that effortless, rip of the "pull here" tab, only to find all of the paperwork I had originally sent out to D.C. staring back at me. I was crushed! I was angry! I was livid! I wanted to pull my hair out from it's roots! And then I cried... and cried... and then I gathered myself, spoke to a few people on the phone who were worried about me... breathed deeply... and cried again.

I eventually gathered myself. I decided crying was no way to handle it. I'd just have to work a little harder than everyone else does (which is a SERIOUS theme in my life) to get the same result. I cleaned myself up and headed out to work.




My High School BFF, Carrie, and I used to go to Jack in the Box and order Teriyaki Chicken Bowls at the most precarious of times in the day. I decided a Teriyaki Chicken Bowl would be the cauterizing agent for my recent stab to the soul. On my way to work, I picked one up. I got to work, opened it up, and proceeded to launch teriyaki slop all over my lap. Nice way to rock your workday. I promise. Teriyaki slop all over your nether-junk, is super attractive. All the boys come-a-runnin'.


I struggled through the rest of my work day. Basically, trudging through the day like a soldier through chest-deep mud. Just biding my time until I could get myself home. I decided to finally get started on the blog I've been meaning to get up and running for about a year or so now. I figured it would be a good way to distract me, and it'd be really hard for me to hurt myself or anyone else while doing so. I got about half-way through and then realized it was time to head home.







I got home, and the internet wasn't working.

Now granted, I know all of these things in this day, probably seem kind of small. But to me, the passport thing is an issue that can't be paralleled. It means EVERYTHING to me. If I can't get out of this country, SOON, I'm gonna lose it! My goal was to get my ass to London by the end of 2009. It's where I was born, I have family out there, and I really think it's an amazing city (architecturally, historically, culturally). I just don't want to be there in winter. Cold cold cold. More than that though, in general, all I want to do in this life, is travel (run up insane room service bills, and break something in multiple countries)... and the one thing I've been told over and over again, is that I can't!







I'm done with other people telling me what I can and can't do. I'm going. Watch! The saga continues....

I veto August 17th from this day forward!

P.S. For more thorough information (if you happen to be interested) here's a detailed description of at least PART of my DECADE LONG SAGA from www.facebook.com/jennsbook - http://www.facebook.com/note.php?saved&&suggest&note_id=102052497340