So I know that I said that my categorization of C'villians (civilians? I'm so Clever) would be a series, and it will be I just need some more brainstorming time.
Anyways, I have something else I'd like to discuss that didn't even occur to me until today that it's, well....retarded.
So, at my old job, Bailey's Smokehouse and Tavern, which isn't exactly known for it's food...more so fo it's numerous and massive televisions throughout the restaurant, 6 pool tables, superb happy hour specials, and the attractive ladies that work there..anyway, we got a lot of groups and organizations that would come in and have their monthly meetings, order some food, maybe have a couple drinks. I mean we would get all sorts of different people: DADS (Dads Against Down Syndrome), the Nurses Association, Teachers Association, alumnae groups, football fans, Fantasy Football leagues out the ass, etc. etc. etc. All pretty understandable to have their meetings at a bar/restaurant..especially the football people. Beer goes hand in hand with sports.
But this particular organization who has their meetings at our bar just today made me furrow my eyebrows and look up towards the sky for an explanation. MADD...Mother's Against Drunk Driving..has their monthly meetings at Bailey's...known for their awesome drink specials. The more I think about it and try to justify this...the more confused and farther from an answer I get.
I mean I don't even need to explain why this is just ridiculous. I never waited on these ladies before while I worked there but I feel like if any of them even ordered a drink I'd smack them in the face with it. Totally worth getting fired.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Charlottesvillians
Wahoo's, if you will (I think my next entry will be on the origin of that nickname).
Taking inspiration from a recent blog posted by my good friend "Andy Anthony"--and after recently moving back to the great "city" of Charlottesville--I have decided to write a descriptive blog on the different types of people here.
Now, Charlottesville has been established in the "Commonwealth" of Virginia [quotations are fun] since 1762..sooo ya, she's an old bitch and has seen a fair share of people come and go, political parties thrive and phase out, homes built, torn down, re-built, fashion in's and out's (stonewashed jeans and shoulder pasts...I wish we could just forget the 80's). One of the things I've always noticed about Charlottesville is that there are so many different niches of people. I mean we've got them all.
The yuppy's---
These are the UVA alumnists and your classic overachievers who you would swear are direct descendents of ole TJ by the way they turn their noses up at people. Newsflash: The guy liked to do it with his slaves. He wasn't a god or anything. You can find this niche at barracks road, any home UVA football game, private golf courses, private school's where their children are students. Observe Mrs. Yuppy who has just dropped her kids off at soccer practice in her volvo station wagon, bought by her husband of course because Mrs. Yuppy doesn't work. She went to UVA to get her MRS. degree. Now she is headed to Harris Teeter where everything she buys is fresh and off the top shelf..heaven forbid her best friends Yuppy McYupperson and Yups McGee come over and see generic brand bread in the pantry. She then picks out a bottle of merlot and a 6-pack of yuengling for her husband. Sweet life. not.
Then there's the UVA students---
The niche where you're not cool unless your fratastic or a sorostitute and pay thousands of dollars a semester for for your friends. I only paid $200 a semester for mine so I can make fun of them. Take a look at Mr. FratBoy A UVAstudent walking to class with his shaggy long hair, double-popped polo colar, khakis, and rainbows. If your imagining that it's winter time then add a north face jacket and sperry's. The entire time he's on the phone with his best friend FratBoy B UVAstudent talking about how he hooked up with NiceRack UVAstudent last night and was so obliterated that he didn't even remember until she gave him the play-by-play. He told her he would call her, but he won't...well maybe the next time he's drunk and horny, which will be in approximately 2.5 hours when he gets out of class. Dear Jason, remind me again why you warned me to stay away from frat guys. Dear me, slap yourself for not listening.
ok its 4 in the morning and I'm really tired so
to be continued.....
Taking inspiration from a recent blog posted by my good friend "Andy Anthony"--and after recently moving back to the great "city" of Charlottesville--I have decided to write a descriptive blog on the different types of people here.
Now, Charlottesville has been established in the "Commonwealth" of Virginia [quotations are fun] since 1762..sooo ya, she's an old bitch and has seen a fair share of people come and go, political parties thrive and phase out, homes built, torn down, re-built, fashion in's and out's (stonewashed jeans and shoulder pasts...I wish we could just forget the 80's). One of the things I've always noticed about Charlottesville is that there are so many different niches of people. I mean we've got them all.
The yuppy's---
These are the UVA alumnists and your classic overachievers who you would swear are direct descendents of ole TJ by the way they turn their noses up at people. Newsflash: The guy liked to do it with his slaves. He wasn't a god or anything. You can find this niche at barracks road, any home UVA football game, private golf courses, private school's where their children are students. Observe Mrs. Yuppy who has just dropped her kids off at soccer practice in her volvo station wagon, bought by her husband of course because Mrs. Yuppy doesn't work. She went to UVA to get her MRS. degree. Now she is headed to Harris Teeter where everything she buys is fresh and off the top shelf..heaven forbid her best friends Yuppy McYupperson and Yups McGee come over and see generic brand bread in the pantry. She then picks out a bottle of merlot and a 6-pack of yuengling for her husband. Sweet life. not.
Then there's the UVA students---
The niche where you're not cool unless your fratastic or a sorostitute and pay thousands of dollars a semester for for your friends. I only paid $200 a semester for mine so I can make fun of them. Take a look at Mr. FratBoy A UVAstudent walking to class with his shaggy long hair, double-popped polo colar, khakis, and rainbows. If your imagining that it's winter time then add a north face jacket and sperry's. The entire time he's on the phone with his best friend FratBoy B UVAstudent talking about how he hooked up with NiceRack UVAstudent last night and was so obliterated that he didn't even remember until she gave him the play-by-play. He told her he would call her, but he won't...well maybe the next time he's drunk and horny, which will be in approximately 2.5 hours when he gets out of class. Dear Jason, remind me again why you warned me to stay away from frat guys. Dear me, slap yourself for not listening.
ok its 4 in the morning and I'm really tired so
to be continued.....
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Nothing is simple
So I wouldn't go as far as to say that I've "hit rock bottom." I mean, I have amazing friends, even though I'm going to be leaving them soon since I'm putting in my two weeks notice tomorrow. I also have amazing family who would love me even if I killed somebody. I have a boyfriend that when things are good they are really good and when they are bad they are really bad and I even so I love him though I don't really think he knows what love is. I have shoes under my feet and a roof over my head..as the song goes. But even so, sometimes I just get down. I wasted my parents money for four years at VCU to not even earn a degree. My credit is screwed up, most likely for the rest of my life.
I always say that you can't live your life on coulda's woulda's shoulda's and that there is no such thing as mistakes but instead lessons learned..but I really wish I could go back. Back to that first semester of college..I would wait to join a sorority until sophomore year and focus on school and getting used to college life. I would never have gotten that student credit card. So many things would be different now but I would still want Ryan as my boyfriend and the friends that I have now in my life. I mean in the past year I have met some truly amazing people. Who would have thought that two roomates I found on craigslist would become two of my best friends? and that the people I call "co-workers" would in a two month period become the people who know me better than anyone.
But I can't go back and so I turn another chapter in my life and move forward instead of dwelling (now that I've gotten it off my chest).
Things to do:
Find job in cville area
save money to move out of parents house
Figure out what I want to be when I grow up (Vampire Slayer?)
Try to work things out with Ryan
I'm also going to try to blog more often. I forget how much I love to write sometimes.
Stay tuned...it's going to be a long night of tears and thoughts so I'll probably write again later.
Current obsession:
Kenny Chesney and Dave matthews Song "I'm Alive"
<3
I always say that you can't live your life on coulda's woulda's shoulda's and that there is no such thing as mistakes but instead lessons learned..but I really wish I could go back. Back to that first semester of college..I would wait to join a sorority until sophomore year and focus on school and getting used to college life. I would never have gotten that student credit card. So many things would be different now but I would still want Ryan as my boyfriend and the friends that I have now in my life. I mean in the past year I have met some truly amazing people. Who would have thought that two roomates I found on craigslist would become two of my best friends? and that the people I call "co-workers" would in a two month period become the people who know me better than anyone.
But I can't go back and so I turn another chapter in my life and move forward instead of dwelling (now that I've gotten it off my chest).
Things to do:
Find job in cville area
save money to move out of parents house
Figure out what I want to be when I grow up (Vampire Slayer?)
Try to work things out with Ryan
I'm also going to try to blog more often. I forget how much I love to write sometimes.
Stay tuned...it's going to be a long night of tears and thoughts so I'll probably write again later.
Current obsession:
Kenny Chesney and Dave matthews Song "I'm Alive"
<3
Monday, May 11, 2009
Just Go Back
Everyone should every once in a while just forget about your worries and your strifes! Revert back to childhood. Just forget about everything that is stressing you out, weighing you down, and/or your responsibilies, and just be a kid again. Doesn't matter how long, or what you do but I guarantee it will feel great and whatever it is you choose to do it will make you feel amazing :) You might be a little sore later on or the next day, because face it your body just isn't as impermeable as it used to be.
If it's playing a childhood game like twister or Don't wake daddy, pulling out your old nintendo (or your atari for the older generations ;-) ). Going outside on a sunny day to play a game of hide and seek with your family or capture the flag... Or, like Ryan and I, go to toys'r'us and buy a slip n slide for $10!!! $10 VERY well spent. We had so much fun and even Ryan's mother and their two dogs joined in. It is the best feeling to see the people you love laughing and smiling like there is no place they'd rather be and not to mention the great memories and photo-ops that will last a lifetime. :)
Thats all I've got for now :)
Hakuna Matata.
If it's playing a childhood game like twister or Don't wake daddy, pulling out your old nintendo (or your atari for the older generations ;-) ). Going outside on a sunny day to play a game of hide and seek with your family or capture the flag... Or, like Ryan and I, go to toys'r'us and buy a slip n slide for $10!!! $10 VERY well spent. We had so much fun and even Ryan's mother and their two dogs joined in. It is the best feeling to see the people you love laughing and smiling like there is no place they'd rather be and not to mention the great memories and photo-ops that will last a lifetime. :)
Thats all I've got for now :)
Hakuna Matata.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Quality of people
So, what is it about guys that makes them think that whistling and shouting is some sort of mating call? Are we [women] supposed to drop everything and swoon when some guy yells "Hey baby, nice ass. ow ow!" When I'm in my sweats walking into the grocery store?
Today, I'm just out enjoying a nice bike ride--seeing as the sun fiiiiinally decided that it wasn't mad at the world anymore--when two men--and I swear one of them had no teeth--whistled at me and then one says to the other (not loud but loud enough for me to hear) "tramp stamp. She got a donk(?) for a white girl." Okay, first of all...WTF. Second, what the f is a donk?! I don't even think I want to know...but seriously?!?! What kind of respectable woman would even respond to that? Ew.
So after all this I'm like whatever and roll my eyes at them and keep on keepin on..enjoying my bike ride :) As I'm riding towards a park a few blocks from my house, I hear freaking grunts and kiss noises coming from some unseen location and again I am thinking..WTF? I look up, and theres three freakin construction workers on the roof of a house on the corner practically falling off the side of the building and drooling onto the sidewalk to see a stinky sweaty red head, more blonde than red now but that is besides the point, in a sports bra and tank top riding her bike. Come on!! It's just gross.
Whatever, I think I've just decided that all men are pigs and that they can't help it, it is passed on from generation to generation and us women will just have to learn to accept it and overcome. And maybe it works for some women. Me? Not-so-much. All you gotta do is say the words "beer" and "pong" and I am yours. Just ask my boyfrenn Ryan. That's how he got me. Sorry boys. I like my men with all their teeth.
Today, I'm just out enjoying a nice bike ride--seeing as the sun fiiiiinally decided that it wasn't mad at the world anymore--when two men--and I swear one of them had no teeth--whistled at me and then one says to the other (not loud but loud enough for me to hear) "tramp stamp. She got a donk(?) for a white girl." Okay, first of all...WTF. Second, what the f is a donk?! I don't even think I want to know...but seriously?!?! What kind of respectable woman would even respond to that? Ew.
So after all this I'm like whatever and roll my eyes at them and keep on keepin on..enjoying my bike ride :) As I'm riding towards a park a few blocks from my house, I hear freaking grunts and kiss noises coming from some unseen location and again I am thinking..WTF? I look up, and theres three freakin construction workers on the roof of a house on the corner practically falling off the side of the building and drooling onto the sidewalk to see a stinky sweaty red head, more blonde than red now but that is besides the point, in a sports bra and tank top riding her bike. Come on!! It's just gross.
Whatever, I think I've just decided that all men are pigs and that they can't help it, it is passed on from generation to generation and us women will just have to learn to accept it and overcome. And maybe it works for some women. Me? Not-so-much. All you gotta do is say the words "beer" and "pong" and I am yours. Just ask my boyfrenn Ryan. That's how he got me. Sorry boys. I like my men with all their teeth.
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