It's Friday the 13th so Ya'll Need a Little Scare

The wonderful Andy over at Wild ARS Chase did a photo challenge and since I have a lack of better things to post today I thought I’d join in the fun.

The rules are as follows:
1. Go to your picture files or wherever you store your pictures on your computer.

2. Go to the sixth folder and select the sixth picture.

3. Post it on your blog and tell the story behind the picture.

4. Go tell it on the mountain. Or to other bloggers.

So here goes (God this is embarrassing):

Did I scare you?

This picture was taken last September while in Vegas for the ISU/UNLV game. I have no idea what I am doing. I was very intoxicated at this point. It looks like I ate something that was hot, but at this point we were sitting outside on a patio drinking and we didn’t have anything to eat. So your guess is as good as mine. Want to play the caption game with it? I’m sure most of you can come up with a goodie.


So instead of selecting people to tag to do this photo challenge (although to be honest it wasn't all that challenging) I'd like to request all my readers to give it a go. It's cheap fun. Kind of like me. And I want to see them all. Especially if you have some embarrassing photo of yourself come up like I did. :)

Happy Friday the 13th! And have a drunken fun weekend!

Wordless Wednesday

You Win Some, You Lose Some

The actual reason we went to Vegas was for the ISU/UNLV football game. The UNLV folks are a bit different than us ISU fans. I'm not sure if all of you are familiar w/ tailgating festivities at ISU, but we enjoy it (thoroughly). What I mean by this is if the game is at 6 pm, we are out tailgating by noon (at the very latest). If the game is at 11 am, we are lined up to get into the stadium parking lot by 5 am. Some may call this extremely ridiculous. I call it extreme fun! We really know how to throw a tailgate party and are proud of our tailgating skills.

The second our bus pulls into the UNLV parking lot we realize that these UNLV folks just don't kick it like us ISU fans do. The lot is empty and it is only 3 hours until game time. When the lot finally begins to fill up we realize that it is not filling w/ UNLV fans but with more ISU fans. There are more people who traveled extreme distances to come to this game than those that only needed to drive 10 miles. I couldn't believe it. Does this team not have any fans? And if it does then why aren't these fans tailgating (ie: partying!)??? How strange.

Not to disappoint our ISU standards we set up camp and begin the drinking. Heavily. We were even drinking shit (aka the worst whiskey EVER). Kara even did a flabongo! We weren't messin' around. We finally head into the game and I will admit that UNLV does have one thing over us at ISU. They serve liquor/beer in their stadium. I've been informed this is b/c the stadium is not on school grounds and is not owned by the university. Regardless, they should definitely have more fans if they can drink in their stadium. What is up w/ that?!?! We promptly order beers and find our seats. The beers go down like water. We get more beers. The beers are no longer satisfying us. We need something more. So we get mixed slushy drinks = awesomeness. These drinks were strong. They were delicious. I chugged it. I missed out on half the game. From what I remember we sucked through the first half, made a come back in the 3rd quarter and tied it, then went into OT and lost due to a stupid mistake. I can't recall what the mistake was, but I do remember yelling insanely at the field that we sucked. We leave the game and head back to our bus area...wasted. The grass they had there was so soft it felt like velvet under my feet. I was running around barefoot and rolling in the grass. You'd have thought I was high on magic mushrooms or something. Nope, just incredibly, ridiculously intoxicated. The bus ride home was a blast. For some reason our drunk asses kept yelling "oompah!" Don't question it, just let it go. We get back to our room and I hit the bed. I say I need only 20 minutes to rest up and then I'll be ready to party. Yeah, right. Those 20 minutes turned into 3 hours when I was awoken by my hubs and friends coming back to the room for the night. Oops.

Warning: Overconsumption can cause early passouts.

Oh well, fun was had. Extreme tailgating fun. And at least I didn't puke at the table. :)

Everything’s More Funny When Drunk

There are few things that are as funny when you are sober as compared to when you are three shits to the wind.* One such instance is taking pictures. Ordinary pictures just will not do after you’ve been drinking. We took this to the extreme while in Vegas. The people in our photos became victims of the Unnecessary Close Up. We would ask our friends to pose for a photo op and then zero in on one person and zoom in as close as possible. They would unknowingly have a close up shot of their face plastered back at them when asking to view the picture on the camera (b/c they always ask to see it) and then be horrified at the prospect of someone being able to see their blackheads/boogers/wrinkles, etc when zooming in on the pic. This provided endless entertainment for us while drunk. Every time we’d break up in fits of laughter and pass the camera around for all to see. Say CHEESE!


Another such instance that is funny sober but WAY more funny drunk is fake facial hair. We were thoroughly entertained by this fake facial hair at the ISU/UNLV game for probably a whole quarter worth of the game. This explains why I don’t remember much of the actual game playing. But really, fake facial hair is so much more fun than football! Right? Well, if you’re drunk it is! Endless fun!


I seriously don't know how we ever got to be so damn fucking cool.

*Yes, I know the correct saying is sheets, however shits is more fun to say.

How Long Should a Vegas Hangover Last?

I got back from Vegas in one piece on Monday afternoon. One piece that feels all beat to hell. I’m so tired I feel like I must be 90 years old and missed my afternoon nap. And to top it off I got a sore throat last night that is so very painful. I have a love/hate relationship with Vegas. When I am there I love it. Love it so much it hurts. And that is why when I leave there I hate it. My body/liver hates me for loving Vegas and it takes me for what seems like an eternity to recover.

We had an absolute blast while in Vegas. I consumed a good amount of Miami Vice’s poolside and a TON of beer/cranberry vodkas in the casinos. We about broke even w/ the gambling, but lost when you factor in all we spent on everything else (however all the free alcohol has to count for something, right?). Although I did come home w/ a new Coach purse courtesy of my loving hubby and me being able to talk him into getting me my anniversary present 2 months early. Now I have to think of something really good to get him when it actually is our anniversary. Any ideas???

Vegas really does get the suckers and we were no exception. You’d think we’d know better having been to Vegas on several occasions. On our final day there 2 of my girlfriends (Angie & Andrea) and I decided we’d done enough poolside and wanted to do some shopping so we headed across the street to Caesar’s. After shopping for some time we come across a gelato stand with a man behind the counter yelling at us as to what flavor we wanted to sample. Now, none of us were really hungry since we had eaten only about an hour prior, but well, it’s a free sample!

Sucker punch #1: He lured us up to the counter and whipped out our choice of flavor for the free samples, then proceeded to give us as many free samples as we requested. And good gracious it was delicious. It was heaven in a cup. The free samples alone pretty much filled us up, so why would we need to order any? B/c he made us feel like we had to after so much free yummy goodness. Damn him.

Sucker punch #2: Andrea ordered the small size banana gelato and went around to pay for such said “small” gelato. Turns out this is not a small, however this is the smallest size they have displayed, so you are in the belief that you are getting the smallest size, however it is actually a medium.

Sucker punch #3: The prices are not shown, nor do we ask how much this delicious gelato is. I mean really, how much could about ¼ cup of gelato cost? $7-8 max right? Wrong. Let’s try $14. This stuff had better be made of gold or contain liquor or something that will make us extremely happy for that price. Andrea tried to run around and tell Angie not to proceed w/ getting any due to the inexcusable price, however it was too late. That damn gelato man sure was fast to fill up those stupid little cups.

And the worst part of it all is that the gelato couldn’t even be finished b/c none of us were hungry. Freaking gelato salesman really got us good didn’t he? What a douchebag.

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Here's some random pics from the weekend (I'll get more up later):

Bartels, Tai, Kyle, Ang & Andrea (A & A are otherwise known as "The Gelato Suckers")

The whole table of us at The Palm Restaurant

My honey & me

The Vegas Ladies

Mama Said Knock You Out! *

I’ve got updates and pictures and all good stuff to post, however I’m too busy to get it downloaded! I was out of town last weekend to visit the family and friends (and unfortunately watch ISU get beaten by Iowa, boo) and this week hasn’t slowed down since I’ve been back! I’ve taken up a kickboxing class on Tuesday nights w/ my neighbor, Beth. This is interesting for a few reasons.

1. I’m extremely weak. I couldn’t do a single pull up if I tried.
2. I hate physical activities (well, except for one physical activity, but we’ll just leave it at that)
3. I’m completely inflexible and kickboxing requires at least some semblance of flexibility.
4. I HATE to sweat. Absolutely hate it. Despise it really.

However, it is not unexpected b/c of one thing: **I love to hit and kick things. And by things it usually ends up being Wade. (Sorry hun, luv u!) :) During the summer months I get to take this aggression out at volleyball, however since that ended over a month ago I’ve been dying to hit/kick something/someone/anyone/even a baby. (Just kidding, I’m not a baby kicker).

Anyway, last night I had a happy hour to attend to prior to my kickboxing class and may I suggest that drinking prior to kickboxing is not a good idea. I thought I was going to pass out during class. My body wanted to sweat, really it did, but I was too dehydrated from drinking several beers beforehand that instead I just panted and ran back and forth to my water bottle. It was a sad sight I’m sure. Also, big shocker here, drinking does not improve your balance and for someone who is a major klutz when completely sober this is a bad thing. I was trying to kick the pads and would end up tripping or stumbling. Then when another guy in my class had his turn to punch the pad I was holding I couldn’t stop from falling backwards. Granted, this guy was bigger than me and much stronger than me and he acted like he was kicking the shit out of someone he really hated. I was sure something like this was about to happen to me out of his obvious rage:

Thank God he had good aim with all that pent up anger and I didn’t get punched in the face. I would have been mega pissed at him. Hell, it’s only kickboxing class, we aren’t in a friggin ring here people!

Tonight I will be going to get a badly needed pedicure. My feet will thank me for sure. They’re in bad shape right now. Then I get to head home and begin laundry and packing for Vegas since tomorrow night we’re going to be grilling w/ B & E for B’s b-day. He’s old now too. Yay!

We leave Friday morning for a long weekend in Vegas and I couldn’t be more excited. We have a HUGE group of friends going. To be honest I don’t even know who all will be there for sure b/c there are so many. We’re staying at the Flamingo and it promises to be an absolutely fantastic time. We’ll be lounging poolside sipping Miami Vice’s and we’re going to the ISU/UNLV game on Saturday afternoon. Go Clones!
Last time we were in Vegas for my bachelorette party (which explains the tiara); Kara, Nik, Me & Ang

I’ll be sure to post some pictures and updates when I return on Tuesday. Until then, I’ll miss you all and have a great weekend!

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas… Yeah, right. You know I can’t keep secrets!

*Props to LL. He rules.

**I'm not sure why I love to hit and kick things. I guess I have some pent up anger issues or something. I'm sure some psychologist could make something up about it. I really just think it's fun though. Oh, and I never truly hurt Wade. Refer back to my reason #1 as to why it's weird I'm in a kickboxing class.