Additional Items for Birthday Wish List

11. I bought 2 of these gems at the Houston Art Festival this weekend. I am obsessed with Pop Dots and want more. Specifically, I want the large pumpkin one in the gold colour:


12. Ionizer from Brookestone

13. This little number which has yet to be released.

Another weekend @ Beverly Hill

Favorite shenanegin of the weekend:
2 boys @ Beverly Hill, at the same time, fighting over my attention.

Favorite line of the weekend:
"Thomas, what are you doing?"
Response (in a thick Arab accent) "I am putting gel."

Favorite text message of the weekend:
"How is it that we manage to out do ourselves every weekend?"

I don't have the answer to that question, but we always seem to manage the feat. This weekend was no slouch. Thursday night dancing and hanging out until 4am. Friday night seemed to be a dud when we stumbled into La Tapatia at 3am just the two of us to eat out of sheer starvation, when just then, the party walked in...the boys we had seen the night before in the 7 Series Beamer who blew us off. When we put together the entire story, they were begging for mercy! And wound up begging to hang out with us. We all headed back to Club Beverly Hill to tie one on until 7:30am. Friday night had it all, dancing, boys, cigars, music, laughing, making out, verbal sparing, and of course no sleep, it was great! Just like us...they are ALL DAY! Never stopping, never resting. The real comedy came when in the morning we all 4 found ourselves in the bathroom brushing our teeth together-- giggling, even the boys. We all went to lunch and then they (independantly initiated) took us for cupcakes-- which I think is the cutest thing ever! By Saturday afternoon, I believe we had collectively had 8 hours of sleep over the course of 2 days and were all dead on our feet. Poor Julia schlepped off to work, while we all rested--only to meet up later that night for more dancing until dawn. The weekend was pure fun. And it was off to bed for everyone by 10pm on Sunday night.

Public Service Announcement

Ladies:

When you purchase a new skirt suit, the slit of your suit is often times still sewn together with a giant X of stitching. Prior to wearing the suit, please snip the X stitching and remove it. This also applies to the backs of your suit jackets.

Gentlemen:

Your suits, which contain slits on the backs of your jackets also need to be snipped and removed before wearing.

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DAILY- early morning conference call

The call usually comes in after I've been at work for 30 minutes and you've dropped off the kids. And it usually goes a little something like this:

Julia-- "Jen, who is Kevin?"
Jen- "He's the guy you were making out with at Club X"
Julia "Oh, well, then who's Felipe?"
Jen-- "Well, he's the guy that you brought back to the house, you know the one we smoked cigars with"
Julia-"Oh, was that his name?"
Jen--" Yes"

We move on:

Julia-- "How did we wind up at Ali's house?"
Jen-- "He said he was hungry and instead of hitting one of those places that's open until 4am, you offered to cook."
Julia-- "What did I cook?"
Jen-- "It was sort of Mediterranean, sort of Mexican chicken with rice"
Julia-- "Was it good?"
Jen-- "It wasn't your best creation"

Then we switch gears altogether:

Julia--"Jen, I haven't talked to Ashwin in 8 hours"
Jen-- "And..."
Julia-- "Why hasn't he called?"
Jen-- "Well I think the last time you talked to him, you told him you never wanted to speak to him again"
Julia-- "Oh yeah"

And the conversation usually concludes like this:

Julia--"Jen, could you please control me? Must I make out with everyone I meet?!"
Jen--"Julia, when you get yourself into real trouble, then I'll control you."

Drivin' on 9

My driving habits as of late have been far below the standard of the law. I'm not sure that this is a good thing, but following traffic laws isn't fitting into my current life style anyway, so...

My new speed of choice on the freeway is absolutely no less than 80 mph. It used to be 70, but I say 80 is the new 70! Speed of choice on city streets...no less than 55. That's bad. I also have become increasingly anti-stop sign. And the worst of all is that I hate pulling up to an intersection where you have to wait for the left arrow to go, so I have also stopped obeying the law of "left turn only on left arrow."

In other driving news...I refuse to park my own car anywhere I go. I am a proud supporter of Houston Valet Driver's Union (not that there actually is one, but I feel as though I am supporting it).

Play the game

People, please play the game right.

Rule #1- If you just want to get laid, don't constantly send text messages asking how her day was and telling her all about what a beautiful day it is

Rule #2- If you aren't interested in hanging out outside of getting laid, then don't call and ask what we're doing right now

Rule #3- Don't "call in sick" for the day, then go to the club that we frequent that night

Rule #4- Don't make out with random girls in the club that we frequent, the night after we catch you out after "calling in sick" for the previous day

Rule #5- After all of this, don't text in the middle of the night asking if we're still up

At this time, I would like to take this opportunity to thank Eric Graves for playing the game right.

What I want most for my birthday

Normally I can't think of anything that I truly want as gifts for my birthday. So call it a stroke of selfishness or whatever, but here is the short list:

1. Golriz and Marabeth in my house for the weekend
2. Humidor box filled with delicious cigars
3. 3,103 Continental miles to qualify for my next free plane ticket
4. A day at the spa (duh)
5. A really, really great pair of dangly silver earrings
6. Shopping spree at Marti & Liz's
7. An unsolicited birthday call from Double B's
8. Heavenly buttercream cake from Not Jus' Donuts
9. Flowers- I love getting flowers for my birthday
10. Anything with Peacocks!