Vegas, Part Deux

Just to whet your appetites … it appears that a Vegas trip, part deux, may be upcoming for the birthday.  This year, there could actually be two separate and distinct celebrations (as well there should be!) of the birth of the Lisa.  I have a lot of friends who are going to be nursing, pregnant, etc., so it looks like a spa trip may be in order for that group.  However … it seems like it would be, well, almost WRONG to not have a Vegas trip in celebration of my 37th … umm … actually, I mean 27th!!! bday.  Right now, we have E, Amy and Joy all in … which is a very dangerous combination of 4 people with few limits and/or decided lack of impulse control.  We may need some balancing forces … Kim … is that you … my babysitter???  I have lost another pound on the Starvation Diet sooooooo … I’m thinking that I’m going to be pretty tarted-up in Vegas (sort of like “whored-out” but a little classier).  As E and I were discussing today … we really need to start on a “training program” for our alcohol consumption.  You don’t want to drink too little in the days leading up to the event and then be totally unprepared.  You also don’t want to drink too much and be totally burned out.  It’s a very delicate balance … hopefully, we are up to the challenge. 

Today’s Email of the Day …

From my friend, Lawrence, in San Diego.  I posted about him earlier but I really should give him more of a shout-out.  L and I actually worked on a case together many years ago.  Like the stupidest case of all time is how I would characterize.  And I believe it may still be on-going.  Anyway, in spite of the fact that L’s client was my client’s cross-defendant (which means that we brought him into the lawsuit, for those of you non-lawyer types out there), L and I became fast friends and got along famously.  Which we still do.  We used to spend a lot of time on the phone talking about the “case” and other various and sundry matters.  L is a good time.  We like him.  Even when he does send provocative/borderline mean emails designed to evoke some sort of response from the Lisa.  (Just love that third person … good times.)

Anyway, I just received an email from darling L and thought I’d share:

I’m trying to spread the phenom that is Lisa because she’s rad and I’m stoked to know such a rockstar.  But it’s getting a little ridic b/c no one that I pass along your rodeo membership to knows WTF you are.  SO, because you apparently can’t put any pics on your blogalicious (Odd, because your gal Deb can and I’ve gotten to know her and her kids pretty well.  BTW, if her marriage ever crumbles, be sure to give her my number and tell her that I’ll bring the water jug), you need to send me a pic or two that I can use as a segue to the haunted desert that is lisa’s mind.

Oh, and while you’re at it, either pay off the debt or publicly flaggelate yourself, ya big pussy.

L and I had this bet re: our fantasy football playoff pool.  He finished like way minimally better than I did so, I’m supposed to wear this horrendous pink t-shirt that says “Meat Packers Rule” out in public and send a picture to him.  (He’s a Green Bay fan and I, of course, root for the good guys … Chicago Bears, so we are sworn enemies.)  I totally haven’t done it yet and keep hoping that he’ll forget.  Which he will not.  Damn.  L … I have this to say to you … it took you 3 years to come up here and buy me the dinner you owed so I will take approximately the same amount of time to repay my debt. 

Since you’ve asked so nicely … the pics attached at the top are your lovely and charming blog mistress…

 

 

12:52 a.m.

Just home from the first gathering of the Thursday Night Social Club.  Very successful, in all, I feel.  Got to connect with some old friends (congrats to Olivia on winning the Green Card Lottery!!!!!) and hang out with some new friends like E, Amy and Joy.  In spite of my fervent desire to not drink, I somehow wound up consuming an awful lot of Jack Daniel’s and Diet Coke (still on starvation diet so have to do Diet Coke … sacrifices must be made).  We went to one of the only cool bars I’ve been to in L.A. … Saints and Sinners.  Way rad.  Kick back, divey … my kind of place. 

In any case, home now.  A little drunk, happy, and listening to  … yep, Dave Matthews.  For someone who doesn’t like this bad, I sure listen to them a lot.  Just two songs though … I was in a “Lover Lay Down” sort of mood.  I guess the perfect ending to this evening would be to be curling up with someone I love … unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I don’t know who that person would be.  It seems like I have a lot of options and yet … no options.  I’m really not going to be that maudlin drunk girl but … having someone stroke my hair back from my face would be a lovely thing right now.  The problem with wanting someone to be there at the end of the night is that  … you really don’t want just “anyone.”  You want “the one.”  I have a lot of “anyones” to call right now who, I’m sure, would be happy to run on over.  But, the truth is, I would rather curl up to my teddy bear (who wears pink jammies and a pink bow in her hair, btw … her name is Colleen) than curl up to the wrong guy.  “I will wait for you … I will wait for no one but you … “  I wonder how it would feel to have those sort of thoughts about another person again.  Scary.  Horrible.  Great.  I don’t know.  I think a lot of people see me as very cynical about romance.  The truth is … I’m a terrible romantic.  I’m so romantic that I’m pretty sure nothing will ever measure up to the ideal I have in my mind.  *sigh*  I think I’ll listen to one of my other favorites … the Wreckers … “Cigarettes” … “‘Cause someday maybe Somebody will love me like I need
And someday I won’t have to prove
‘Cause somebody will see
All my worth but until then
I’ll do just fine on my own”

That’s the mantra.  And I will do just fine on my own.  As I always have.  One day, if the right person comes along, I will relinquish Colleen for the evening.  Until then, I have everything pretty good … amazing friends, a career that I love which involves a sport that I’m so passionate about, my health, again, etc., etc.  One day I’ll meet that guy … the guy who gets me.  Who sees the real me and still adores me.  And I will adore him in return … with all of his flaws and scars.  And I’ll come home and listen to my acoustic DMB with him.  He’ll brush my messy hair out of my face and tell me that I’m beautiful … even with smudgy eye makeup and emitting a smell similar to that of a distillery.   Sorry … it’s not often that I have these moods.  It has been sooooooooooo long since anyone got me.  Since I felt so passionately about someone in return.  Every once in a while, I think about it.  Especially after a fair amount of booze.  And acoustic love songs.  I like to think of myself as super strong, independent, gutsy, etc.  And I am.  But … to be fair … sometimes I do have a little pang.  Like “wouldn’t it be great to have someone to share things with?”  Or “to support me, sometimes.”  I love my life and freedom.  But sometimes … well, it wouldn’t be terrible to have someone amazing that I love in my life.  But … until then, Colleen and I will be o.k.   More than o.k.  One thing I’m not doing is settling for anything less than everything I never knew that I wanted.  Or needed.  If that makes sense.  And if I’m not making sense, it’s the booze talking. 

On that note, I think it’s beddy-bye time for little C and I.  She gets me.   Goodnight, all.  Tomorrow, I’ll wake up the old Lisa but tonight … I’m going to be the dreamy, romantic, little Lisa curled up with her teddy bear and hoping that someday, someone understands and loves this complicated little mess of a woman.  Warts and all.  Well, actually, I don’t have any warts but I do have a pimple on my chin that’s bugging the shit out of me.  So, I’ll say someone who loves me, adult acne and all.    xoxoxoxo to you all tonight and I hope that all of my friends/readers do have that person in their lives who thinks you are simply amazing even with smudgy eye makeup and pimples.  And that they treat you with kindness, tenderness and respect. 

Landslide

I just realized that I forgot to include this in my list of songs about drugs.  I believe I was surprised that there weren’t more songs about cocaine use/abuse but I totally forgot this one.  Classic.  I just realized this as I was singing along to “and if you see your reflection in the snow-covered hills.”  Fab song.  I could go on and on about how freaking cool Stevie Nicks is but I think I already covered that in an earlier post.  Love her. 

Shake It Like a Polaroid Picture

Listening to Supersuckers’ cover of “Hey Ya” … fucking awesome.  Love the Supersuckers.  Haven’t listened to them in forever.  Even though I usually despise everything and everyone originating in the Pacific Northwest, they do kind of rock. 

Been sort of a slackass today … I have a million phone calls to make to baseball players but I’m feeling singularly unmotivated.  Instead of doing what I should be doing, I went to Sephora and bought new makeup.  Love Urban Decay.  Best eye makeup ever.  Trust me.  Adore their stuff.  I think I will have to work all weekend.  Although too much work and no play makes Lisa a dull dull girl, too much play and no work makes Lisa a poor poor girl.  And we hate that.  And I’ve def been doing much playing and not much working, as of late.  Bummer. 

Aaaaah … Social Distortion.  “It was me against the world, I was sure that I’d win, but the world fought back, punishment for my sins … I was wroooooooooooong, self-destruction’s got me again.”  One of my very favorite bands.  Ever.  I’ve probably seen these guys play at least 20 times in the past 15 years or so.  My funniest Social D. story is when Kim and I were going to see Mike Ness (lead singer of Social D.) do a solo show in SF a few years ago.  Kim, her husband, N, and I went to grab food before the show.  I’m bragging to Kim and N about how many times I’ve seen the band, that I love them, etc., etc.  On our way, I see two guys walking past me all tatted up and punk rock.  Somewhat older guys than us.  One of the guys kind of checks me out as we’re walking.  Not cute at all but I’m wondering if they’re also going to the Mike Ness show.  I turn to K as soon as we pass and say “I wonder if those creepy older guys are also going to Mike Ness?”  To which Kim responds “that was Mike Ness.”  Hahahaha.  Creepy older guy who checked me out was Mike Ness, my big hero.  He looks so hot on stage … and taller.  In person, not so great.  My bf at the time was also a huge Social D. fan.  I told him the story.  Apparently, it upped his street cred because his idol checked out his gf.  He was very proud of that moment.  From what I know of MN, he’s had many  … ummm … “encounters” with women so I’m not sure Larry should have been all THAT proud.  Sort of like a friend of mine who told me about a girl who was bragging that Gene Simmons tried to hit on her.  My response was “wow … what an exclusive group she’s in.”