my "day" be nearly here

my bday, my Bday!!!
friday: it's my actual Day (for those of you that don't know *sigh* it's on the 10th. of oct), but the cold war kids are Pretty important. i will be in attendance at their fineline show. for those of you coming to this already sold out show, YEAH!

if you wanna join, craigslist is where it's at - caitlin just got 2 tix on there for 20/each...

if not and you still want to meet up beforehand for apps/drinks somewhere downtown, lemme tell you all about the agenda...

i'll be over at nami at 5:00. please join! their HH lasts til 7 & it ain't half bad, really. after this we can wander over to rosen's. again there's a HH - leave it to me to find em :)

prolly head to fineline around 930. four hours of cocktails before the show?! someone force-feed me water Once in a while, por favor

saturday: this will be an action-packed day, comprised of lotsa Fun, FUN. for Some reason i'm planning on getting up super early, but i think it'll be worth it. the first stop? HERE!
we'll hit up quang for lunch (noonish).
then off to the ...(gasp!) burbs (1:30ish): maze O' corn!
there may be a flask in the pocket. byoWhatever, iffin you want! i'm pretty sure none of you think this Won't be an absolute ball.

after this we've been invited over to roxanne & troy's new pad over in that hood for an app/drinkity. her addy? 20130 Lake Ridge Drive Prior Lake, MN 55372
upon our return to the lovely city, we'll hit up a park, a slice of za, maybe a 40 & some bocci. who's got croquet?!
likely we'll all need some rest after all that blazin' great nonsense. go home. watch some tv. clean up. make out. grab some dinner. we'll meet back up around 9:30ish.
where? i dunno. prolly uptown, maybe oktoberfest, possibly downtown. you know the date & time & approx location. major specifics to follow...
and "follow," it does. with:

it has come to my attention that the best of all worlds can be found in the warehouse district! something new, something old, something tired & something blue (or however that goes along). -respectively; the loopity, club yager, bunkers & (our primary location!) baba(b)lu(e)!

i'ma dork. here we will shimmy, slide, spin and shake the night aWay. But, should some of us be dying for a lil action other than the salsa sort, we're so close to so much!
now, i know most people don't make a birthDay into a weekend, but i've got some folk in from outta town & some that can't make it saturday & some (one. nikki! and lucas?! (major pipe dream ;)) that is in both categories. the events continue...

sunday: the vikings SUCK, but we'll temper that crap with a screwdriver/etc and a pineapple pizza at the park tavern.

how's about this ancient soap factory (one given a bit of a make-over), then later? ...or some other time - i hear it's creepy good.
well, something will happen - gotta be a good host, after all!
anyway, come for some, come for none (you Suck!) or velcro yourself to me for the stint!

ok. i'm hooked

so i met her. let's just say, i will be putting more than 3000 miles on my car this year. i am in love. yup.

it's an addiction. of love.

here's a plug for one of the top sitcome comedies EVER!

jack: lemon, women your age are more likely to be mauled at the zoo than get married.

lemon: good to see you! bye!

lemon: didn’t that mom turn out to be a prostitute?

jack: that doesn’t mean she can’t be a wonderful, loving MILF.

tracy: you don’t have to live your life like this – you can be a freaky deaky AND do data entry!

lemon: weddings are so weird, this veil costs more than my couch.

cerie: is that comedy or do you really have a 300 hundred dollar couch?

lemon: both.

lemon: this is my year. I mean Floyd’s moving on. I’m moving on, too. I’m just doing it in my own order, I’m gonna get the wedding dress, and then I’m gonna have a baby, and then I’m gonna die, and then I’m gonna meet a super cute guy in heaven!

lemon: no, that’s not a thing - you can’t be gay for just one person. unless, you’re a lady …and you meet ellen.

tracy: jack, have you ever been to knuckle beach? it’s a totally different world. a world where orange soda is an acceptable substitute for breast milk.

tracy: BUSH?!? now, I don’t want to go off on a rant here. (silence)

frank: I’d like to make an announcement! I just want to say that I’m really sorry for whatever I’m going to do at the party tonight, and I forgive all of you in advance for leaving me passed out by the elevator in my own gravy.

kenneth: Dot Com, I have an idea.

dot com: well, I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot.

jack: what are you doing in the city? are you drawn to the fallic nature of our skyline?

jack: so what do you do with your money? put it into a 401K?

lemon: yeah, I’ve gotta get one of those…

jack: what? where do you invest your money, liz?

lemon: I have like 12 grand in checking.

jack: are you an immigrant?

jenna: …but I’m on tv!

head page: I Said Good Day!

jenna: no you didn’t.

head page: well, I meant to.

jack: never go with a hippie to a second location.

kenneth: no sir, this is my mistake. I will replace your pants.
jack: They cost 25 hundred dollars.

kenneth: I will find your pants.

lemon: I don’t want to be racist, but that pita pocket might be a terrorist! does that sound racist?

jack: thank you for an incredible night.
cc: really? did you have a good time, cause I really did.

jack: unbelievably good … and thank you for letting me try that thing I tried. I’m sorry I dropped you.

cc: no, no – it was great. I mean, who knew that ottoman had wheels, right?

2 minutes later…
jack: gave her the ottoman and she walked out.

jack: harlem?
cc: I’m working out of the Clinton offices for a few weeks - I’m helping hillary retool her universal healthcare platform.

jack: god, I want to kiss you on the mouth right now to stop you from saying such ridiculous things.

lemon: oh, it’s worse from behind. I’m on it.
jack: she needs to loose 30 pounds or gain 60. anything in between has no place in television.

lemon: I can’t believe I missed you.

jonathan: jerry Seinfeld is here to see you.

jack: you told me he was in Europe … does he look upset?

jonathan: he looks the way you did when I tried to hold your hand on the jet.

seinfeld: here’s some business, how ‘bout I buy NBC and turn it into the biggest lane bryant in midtown.

jack: HA AH! jerry come on, you gonna buy NBC like you’ve 4 million dollars just laying arou…

lemon: no one cares. move. you’re blocking me. I’m trying to get somewhere real!

where have i been??? you ask... IM-ING!

i've discovered the gmail instant messaging service and
it.
is.
good.
it's really been a hectic, confusing, entertaining, story-filled and wild few weeks - it must be talked (typed) all out, constantly. caitlin and i are likely to be "let go" soon, but it has been worth it. lots. i'd paste a string of the hours and hours and hours of chatter, but to protect the annonimity of others (actually, ourselves because of the wrong, negative and dirty things we mention :)
anyone wanna join the fun?
bobbiloblawslawblog@gmail.com me!

hooray hooray, the weekend's come!!!

so, the night will start something like this:


then we make good decisions, sush as:


we'll get to the bars and impliment the plan, williams being the perfect place to do so:

a few more beers and chatter with this special someone may lead to a deep ponder...

hmmmm

then, if that does or doesn't work,

THE END!

here's to a happy (and safe er somptin) paddy's day!

Cheers to my irish friends, ms McCormic & sir O'Brien!

Cheers to all my cocktailing friends - each and every one :)

this chuckle is for yous...

ewwww, touche

oh, sucky... thank goodness for da busses!

kelly, see if you can't hold out a tad. at least so you can able to focus your eye balls on me at 5pm :)

ho ho ho. we pasty-skinned europeans paaaartay SOO hard, it's crazy - irish er not.

hope to see some of you out on the field. i'll be the one with clover antenna. totally standing out, i'm sure.

my fortune - things are looking up!

and i quote: your server thinks you're so beautiful, you should be stuffed and mounted (although not necessarily in that order). end quote.

giggle.
so most fortunes found in the cookies are lame lame lame (look right - lame, right? yes!).

something about happiness, security, love, intuition, rainbows, success, talents, journeys and humility. that's all well and good, but now would somebody make me laugh for F's sake???

oh chino, you're too good to me!

that's where the "fortune" above was received and opened.

*you'd like to hear another story? ok. chino is quite dimly lit and my mommie opened a cookie back a couple years to find out that "this light suits you best." ha! good for a solid chuckle.

*another? here's a doosie: so i'd been drinking some (read: a lot) and by the end of the meal i thought it a grand idea to take the colorful chop sticks that had been my good friends throughout the evening home with me. i began wrapping them and but what, out of the corner of my eye, do i see glimmering at me? pretty silver serving utensils! i thought - those will go great in my kitchen, right beside by newly acquired chop sticks. then the bill & fortune cookies & i wouldn't forget the wonderful warm wet towels land on the table. we all reached for our futures, then ... i had to worry i was caught on tape, cause it says something to the effect of: are those chop sticks in your pocket? uh oh!

so THAT's where all the pretty people are!

who knew? apparently they've been hiding HERE. and fyi, they don't wear jeans. none of them do. lesson learned.
nor do they carry any, ANY extra weight. you must be concave to join the festivities. i kept my coat on.

what was funniest to me about it is that one gentleman we were with, who is from Naples Fl, thought that this was normal for clubs around here. ummmm. no.

my friend toni invited me to this event. she knew basically everyone, the little social butterfly that she is. there was yummy food (and plenty of it (remember: concave?)) & dj-ed music & dancing & rich people with fancy clothes with fancy cars with fancy jewels, scantily clad. i fit right in. next event, i'll let ya'll know (pending board approval of prettiness) if you're, too, "in." good luck!!!

despite how it seems i have received that evening, i did really enjoy it. there were many nice people there whom i hope to run into again. and i felt like i was on vaca. definately a south beach vibe. fun!

i'm swingin on 31st and lyndale. what?

what a joy! the breeze on your face. the weightlessness at the top. your stomach tickling your throat. the thump of your heinie smacking the seat when you've swung above the bar. the tensing of your biceps you haven't used in this manner since elementary school. the bruises resulting from ... i don't know, but we both have em! very well worth every ache and pain.

sunday funday brought us out of the venues and into the park last week, cause it was (for november & we take what we can get) hot out. ok, in the 50's, BUT sunny. we started on bocci (jen doesn't know what bocci is! ha!) and when its luster wore a few of us (not me) sauntered on over to (embarrassingly) join an in progress b-ball game. "we" were not good. how to distance myself from this situation? look around. see swings at the other end of the block. who's in???

wheeeeeee!
we WILL be doing this again ... and soon. but, must find higher sets :)