Totally Wired

That's me. Thanks to one of my favorite Memphianites, I am back online at home. Finally, after eight months of buuuuull sheeeeeeeit.

And this time I think it's for good. Sweet.

It Finally Happened

What a sad, sad economy we live in.

...unless you drink Stella, that is.

Confessions...

Yeah, I have a Confession to make. I'm going to the opening night (opening night!) of Madonna's tour on Sunday. Her new record is hot, in case you haven't heard. And quite frankly, so is she.

With ticket prices ranging (because we love ticketmaster) from $55 (seats located behind the stage, nosebleed) to $350 (where you can actually see, non-nosebleed), I planned on never getting to see her live. Which sucked, because obviously she puts on the best live shows ever. And you know how I love my live shows.

Then came Monday. Another day at work. A day that I'd rather be curled up in bed sleeping. Shortly after lunch, a wonderful little ticket fairy called my co-worker and I into her office. I can't imagine what the people on the other side of the glass wall were thinking when above-mentioned co-worker and I started jumping up and down and shrieking like little girls who just got handed (yes, handed) tickets to a Madonna show. A Madonna show!

And they weren't the $55 ones, either. Mmmhmm. (Can't you picture me saying that? With the little head swerve and all? Ha.)

I can't freakin' wait.

Quote of the Day

You can never over-communicate. Say it. Say it. Say it again.

~ Anonymous

Your Voicemail. Listen To It.

A couple months ago I went off about the two kinds of people that I hate. Passive and selfish. I did not, however, continue on about what bad habits bothered me the most.

Unfortunately, I don't have the time to rattle off all irritating habits. But I can tell you the number one thing I hate is when you leave someone a voicemail and they call you back without checking it. Because 200% of the time, they're going to ask you questions that you already gave them the answers to within the body of the message. Ultimately, they're trying to save themselves their precious time, but in the process, they're doubling up on your own precious time. (This would fall under the selfish category listed above, if you want to get technical.) Not to mention that it's just plain rude. Is this how you handle your business, as well?

At any rate, if you know me, some of my messages can be quite lengthy. But, I've cut down tremendously*. These days, if you get a long message, it's only because I'm telling you what I needed to tell you because I will either A) forget by the time you call me back or B) won't have time to tell you when you call me back.

So next time I call you and leave you a message, listen to it before you call me back. Chances are, you'll get the information you need and will save even more time. Otherwise, I am going to be pissy when you start asking me those already answered questions and won't want to talk to you anyway. So save me the stress and save yourself the time. Mmk?

*Exceptions are: Ciaobella, Julie, Jag. Those mentioned may get a long rambling email if and only if the following conditions exist: A) I am drunk. B) I am tired. C) I am having a nervous breakdown. But even so, there will still be an important message in there somewhere.

Quote of the Day

We can often do more for others by trying to correct our own faults than by trying to correct theirs.
- Francis Fenelon, theologian

LA to Nashville & Back Again

I have so much to tell I don't even know where to begin.

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I had another listening party to attend, this time with Neil Young. You won't like his new record if you're a Republican. Otherwise, it's very peace and love. Very Woodstock-ish.

Over the last couple weeks I've done nothing but go to parties when I'm not working. Going away parties, birthday parties, wedding parties, sex toy parties, "I'm Back In Nashville For A Minute" parties, etc. I haven't had a spare second. Don't be fooled, it's not the boyfriend who's keeping me away from you fabulous readers, it's the fact that the shenanigans are non-stop.

My Nashville trip was off the hook. I had a freakin' itinerary to make sure everything happened that was supposed to happen. So...I had my fill of The Red Door, Jackson's, Satco, Cracker Barrell, Greenhouse...all the necessities. Even went for a little drive through the country, which is one of the things I miss most. Oh, and I got to see my bro do his first standup comedy skit...it was hilarious. The only thing missing was Waffle House. I hallucinate the letters W.A.F.F.L.E. H.O.U.S.E on any yellow block letter sign I see out here.

The thing I noticed immediately about Nashville were:

• Even when there is traffic, there's no traffic.
• It's the greenest place on Earth. Except maybe Ireland.
• The roads are in perfect condition.
• The humidity makes it miserable even when it isn't that hot.
• Construction really does last ten years.

I really wasn't missing Nashville, so I didn't really have any expectations. I was looking forward to getting out of the concrete block that I live in for a bit, couldn't wait to see my family, my friends...so that made it good to be back. But all at the same time, I thought, I'd rather be in LA. That's not to say I had a wonderful time with everyone...I can't really explain. I guess, if anything, it's even more justification that I made the right decisions.

At any rate, it was fun times. My party at Cabana was off the hook...I'm sure any one of the attenders would tell you the same thing. People were coming out of the woodwork. I felt so darn loved.

Then came this lady's wedding, which was the whole point of me being in town. There was pretty flowers, good food, guests that were ready to party, free booze, and a big ol' dance floor. My feet were in severe pain by the end of the night. But the cardio workout...a success.

Sunday night brought me back to Hollywood after a nice Nashville day with the fam. Never enough time. Monday brought me a week of work. I've been away from my man for two weeks now, as he's been out of town this week. I really really really really really am ready to see him. I miss him. Lots and lots.

I'm Alive

Really.

Getting a new router for the place. Then my life will be complete.

The sucky part is I have about 5 million stories to tell that happened between now and April 14th. So now you only get the abridged summary.

Bummer.