I’m not sure when I’ll get to recover from this weekend, but let me just throw out there that it was pretty damn amazing.

Friday night I hung out with some friends I haven’t seen in a while. We had a few drinks and lounged around watching movies. I = ridiculous because instead of just staying over I drove home and rolled into my house at about 5:30 a.m. The reason I told everyone? My mommy will be worried about me if I stayed. Wow, I’m just way too cool for words.

Saturday I puttered around and watched an assload of NCIS. After a great deal of procrastination I packed my bags and headed off to visit with Deutlich, DMB, Michelle, and Mental360, and a few of their non-blogger friends. (wow, I just realized I have a lot of blogger friends. I am so freakin cool) We had a few drinks and then promptly went to bed because we are old (or at least act as though we are).

Sunday the three ladies and I stuffed our faces with Burger King and then Deutlich and I set off on our quest for the Backstreet Boys. As most of you already know we were quite successful.

Monday we headed to Wolftrap early in the day and spent some time hanging out with our new friends and some girls Deutlich knew from other concerts. We sat around most of the day drinking and being goofy per the usual. We even got to upgrade our tickets a few times and ended up being in the 10th row for the boys. For your enjoyment, below is a video of me not knowing how to use a camera and of us being completely ridiculous. The more I watch this the more embarrassed I am. We rock.

I really enjoyed the concert and I felt like I was 13 again. I am slightly embarrassed to admit that my love for Nick Carter has been renewed.

whammy.

I’ve been jamming out to the newest Backstreet Boys CD all week. For anyone that was a fan back in the day you should seriously consider checking it out. It’s full of pop goodness. Trust.

Overall it was an amazing weekend, but I’m quite exhausted now. Last night I had dinner with Jen for her birthday (only 2 months overdue). Tonight? Grandma’s for quality nephew time. I’m not sure I’ll ever get a break… and I kind of like it.

Last week’s results:

nearly 3/4 of you guys would give up movies over books. Crazy people! I couldn’t live without watching my favorite movies. All the good books get turned into movies anyway.

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Would you rather…

be trapped in a large room with 10 spiders (like these)

or

10 snakes (like these)

(I didn’t post the pictures because I know some people get really freaked out just by seeing them–points to self)

Time: Friday afternoon

Place: The Ponderosa (where I work. not the restaurant…it’s just a nickname)

Setup: My boss asked CP to send an email for him. Simple right? No. Not simple. About 15 minutes later I overhear this.

CP: Someone has been going on porno sites with my email address

me: what are you talking about?

CP: I have all of these pornos in my email!

me: are you in the spam filter? you don’t need to really open those, just look at the title and delete them.

CP: I have to clean everything out to send an email.

me: First, no you do not need to clean out your email to send one. What does your screen say?

CP: it says, “I want to f*ck you.”

me: oh wow.

and this lady wonders why her computer gets a new virus every week…

My fuse is growing shorter by the second. I think ignorance is the best route at this point.

Guess where I am today?

Making out with the hottest guys in the world!

Okay, maybe they’re not actually the hottest guys in the world. I’d give that honor to Mark Paul Gosselaar. Whammy!

Maybe I’m not making out with them either, but tonight I’ll be with my partner in backstreet crime rocking out to some amazing backstreet boys music.

p.s. OMFG I TOTALLY MET THEM LAST NIGHT. Can I just say that Deutlich always follows through on her promises and I <3 her completely for life now (as if I didn’t before). Below are the pictures– I cropped her out to preserve her anonymity and everything, ya know.

BUT YES I MET THEM!!!

*mild freakout over*

Me and AJ.

Me and Brian.

Me and NICK CARTER!!! You can see from my shit-eating grin that I was a little bit more excited to meet nick than the others. Le sigh. He’s just so damn beautiful.

be jealous.

here’s the next best thing. enjoy some music:

It had been far too long since I wrote a post about how much I hate something and after logging on to MySpace I figured out the perfect thing to hate– babies. More specifically, baby showers.

ed note: I know some pretty cool mom bloggers and I guess I like their babies (of course I like your babies!) but that’s about it.

I’m hitting the age where people are having sex (shocker) and getting all pregnant and stuff. This triggers them to think that because they spend 9 months getting fat that they have the right to require their “friends” to buy them shit. And by friends I mean people they never talk to.

I’m starting to believe pregnant people in my town have no friends or maybe they are just super desperate for guests because I’ve been invited to at least 5 baby showers of people I barely know.

The strangest request I’ve gotten has been from a girl I went to MIDDLE SCHOOL with. She moved away around that time and we weren’t even friends when she left, but thanks to good old MySpace (the devil) she looked me up and sent me a message inviting me to her baby shower. My the best part is how she worded it. Here is the message:

To: Maxie
From: Suzee (is that a real name?)

Hey girl! How have you been? Well I’m pregnant! I’m having a baby shower so send me your address if you want to come.

…ummm. Do people actually respond to things like that? Who would say they actually WANT to go to a stranger’s baby shower?

Of course I did the mature thing… I ignored the friend request AND the message. I rock.

Sometimes I love my job. My boss is freakin awesome and I have my own little room with a computer and stuff. Other days I want to rip my eyeballs out. A lot of the frustration I feel is because of one person in my office–the BFF and I have dubbed her as CrazyPants/CP (there is no rhyme or reason behind this– we just like nicknames). Below I present you what I get to deal with on a daily basis:

CP: I don’t know how to get these phone numbers!
me: what site are you on?
CP: Anywho.com
me: just google it.
CP: okay. (types in the word “google” to the address bar) Now what?
me: Oh no no no. (walks away)

I can not explain how many times I have showed her how to use google.

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me: someone just came in to report their neighbor for having a storage container on the property
CP: like one of those iPods?
me: (I immediately knew what she meant, but this was too much fun to quit so early) iPods? What do you mean?
CP: You know! one of those containers… red and white logo? iPods!!!
me: nope. no clue.

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CP: Someone just called here looking for the State of West Virginia! Can you believe that?
me: What do you mean? What exactly did they say?
CP: Well they called and said, “I am trying to get ahold of the State of West Virgina and I told them our office WAS based in West Virginia.”
me: I don’t think they were physically looking for the state. I think they wanted the governor’s office or something.
CP: No. I don’t think so. They seemed very confused

This? Is not my life.

Would you rather…

give up movies

or

books

for the rest of your life?

All busted tees are only $12 until midnight tonight! The site turns into a pumpkin at the end of August 12th. Okay not really but I was trying to be funny. Lets never bring that one up again.

I picked up these gems:

I’m pretty sure Stephanie Tanner never ran into this problem, but I’m trying to channel her to express my outrage. Here’s my problem: no one wants to use my ID as their fake.

I know this doesn’t really sound like a problem, but I will try to explain why it’s so offensive. First let me tell you a little bit about my fake ID history.

During my freshman year of college the fake ID was the holy grail of coolness. It wasn’t that hard to round up an ID to go out for one night, but the thing everyone really wanted– nay needed– was a fake ID at their own disposal. There were several ways to get one 1) a nice, older friend would give you their ID 2) you’d pay someone to make a fake with your picture (hard to find someone to do so and less reliable) or 3) you’d steal one.

I know that option 3 sounds pretty horrible, but that’s how I ended up with my first fake ID. My friend Bex and I were driving around one Saturday night because we were too hung over from the night before to go out. As we were driving through the downtown area we saw an acquaintance literally passed out outside of one of the popular bars. We were both sober so we decided to help the girl out and give her a ride back to her dorm before someone called the police and she got cited with a public intoxication and underage drinking charge. Big mistake. I literally had to carry this chick to her room. Up several flights of stairs. When I got back to the car I saw that she had dropped her extremely shitty fake ID and I decided to play finders keepers. That ID lasted me until I lost it somewhere on the streets of Charlottesville while visiting the BFF at UVA.

My second fake ID was horrible. I mean beyond horrible. The girl looked NOTHING like me. She had short blonde hair, was at least a half a foot shorter than I am, and we had none of the same features. It didn’t matter thought because it was SOMETHING. Surprisingly it never got turned down.

My third and final fake ID was the best. My co-worker and I looked sorta alike and she let me pay her 20 bucks for her license. That thing was a beast and worked like a charm.

Eventually I turned 21 and no longer had to worry about this nonsense. I had slightly been dreading the day when one of my younger friends would ask me for my ID, but that day never came.

I just do NOT understand. I’m at my peak of perfect ID-ness. The ID is over a year old– a brand new ID tips off a bartender or bouncer to double check the picture. It’s been a full year and I haven’t had a single request for my ID.

I may not say yes, but it sure would be nice to be asked.

How backwards is that?

What about y’all? Have you ever had a fake ID?

Yesterday I took a little trip to one of my favorite places in the whole wide world: Target. I’m pretty sure we’ve established that I’m a semi-compulsive shopper, but I just wanted to put that out there to remind everyone. Every so often if I haven’t been shopping I get the urge to go to Target. Why? Because 1) it’s cheap enough so that I can find something that won’t break the bank and 2) I always find something awesome there.

Yesterday things took a turn for negative town.

I walked into my happy place and I was immediately drawn toward a shiny purse right in the front. I’ve been wanting to purchase a new purse for a few months, so I thought I had hit the jackpot early on. I tried it on for size (yes…I put the purse on my arm to see how it feels and looks) and it was a perfect fit. I was about to toss it into my cart when I looked at the price tag. Fourty bucks.

Now let me tell y’all, I’ve paid way more than $40 for a purse before, but that was when I was rich (aka it wasn’t my money) and spoiled (aka in high school) and it was always for a designer bag. What is the world coming to when you can’t even go to target,blow a little bit of money and come away with an arm full of bags. How depressing.

Target is now on my Fail list– a sentence I thought I would never say.