full moons and dance floors

I have forever been fascinated with the moon, the man in the moon and the magic that surrounds full moons.  In fact, during a full moon I can often be found laying on the ground staring at the moon - and if someone joins me, giggling about what our future holds.

 

It would be no wonder that when there is a full moon I often have the desire to dance, shake my groove thing.  And this is where "Trixie" comes into play...

 

When the moon is right, the DJ listens to my bossy requests and my buddy vodka joins the party, one might be lucky enough to meet my overly-confident alter-ego: Trixie.  She likes to dance to no beat in her own space - smack in the middle of the dance floor - flirt shamelessly with any male around, request songs the DJ begrudgingly plays (that bring everyone to the dance floor) and often leaves the overjoyed and kissing everyone on the lips a flirty goodbye.

 

This sparkly, fun girl that is full of life is why dear friends, we blame it on the sequins.

 

No one ever knows when Trixie is going to show up, but her giggle is infectious, her dance moves contagious and when planning any holiday party I would suggest checking if it is a full moon!

of ryan reynolds and garden eels

It doesn't happen very often but occasionally, after a martini or two, I blame myself for the d-i-v-o-r-c-e of Ryan Reynolds and Scarlett Johansson...

 

The time, place and why are not relevant here.  Two weeks after he was named "world's sexiest person alive" I met Ryan Reynolds.  He was tall, he made me weak in the knees, he was polite (take note Vince Vaughn, he even knew how to say "thank you"), he made me blush, he really was the sexiest man alive.

 

I would be wise to advise that our interaction took place after I had been at work for 8-hours and was working late, like 6-hours late....

  

Around 3-hours after he first said hello and made me blush like a giddy little girl, we found ourselves in front on a garden eel exhibit.  Glancing over his shoulder he smiled at me and asked while all the eels were looking one direction.   We had chatted throughout the evening, but here was my chance.  In a moment of delirium I replied "because they have been staring at me for 5-years and now you are here" in a sarcastically witty tone.

 

And that is when Ryan Reynolds looked at me and laughed.   A laugh straight from the gods to his perfect lips.

 

Seeing our interaction someone in his pose responded "well yeah, he IS the sexiest man alive..."  To which Ryan eloquently replied with an adorable eye-roll "that was so two weeks ago, I like her answer" - and I swear his teeth sparkled when he smiled.

 

Two weeks later, as I waited in the grocery line, I read a tabloid that screamed "Ryan and Scarlett divorce". 

 

I never did read the article - it is much more fun after a few martinis to think my spinster-self maybe contributed to the tabloid headline.

dinner with vince vaughn

What should have happened: 

  

It was a wonderful Friday evening and we were out celebrating at a trendy eatery.  A single Vince Vaughn walks into the restaurant, spots me and sends over a martini.  I wave thank you.  Vince joins the table.  I start writing my blog via postcards sent from fabulous places around the world.

What happened in reality:

It was a wonderful Friday evening and I joined my family to celebrate a 60th birthday at Benihana (safe to assume the 60 year old picked the chain restaurant).  We order cocktails, laugh and celebrate.  As the chef is making a heart out of fried rice my sister taps me and says "that man looks just like Vince Vaughn". 

 

And then we heard him speak, confirming Mr. Vaughn was in the building, and I noticed his wedding ring (strike one).

 

We resumed our celebrations - which included a photographer to capture all the joy that is a 60th birthday celebration.  I have to assume here that when I hit 60 I will want to remember the celebration too so I posed for photos and smiled.

 

At the table next to us Vinny had two sake bombs, a glass of red wine, and two beers (strike two, three, four, five and six).  Like magic he became every one of the characters he plays on film.  And just like that character he was loud and putting on a show (strike seven and eight).

  

It was somewhere between the red wine and second sake bomb that our table sang happy birthday.  Cameras were out, we were laughing and being louder than the table next to us.  Then the second sake bomb happened and a voice, straight from the movie screen, yelled across the restaurant to "put the camera away" (strike nine and ten).  Apparently at a 60th birthday celebration you aren't allowed to take photos when a certain Mr. Vaughn is in the restaurant.

 

Naturally we ignored and continued our celebrations.

 

But what I wish I had said:

 

I wish I had ordered another cucumber vodka.  I wish I had made eye contact as he yelled across the restaurant - which should be noted is a family-style restaurant.  I wish I had calmly stood up and floated across the room.

 

And that is when I would have said "I am not sure who you think you are, but I have an Emmy and I don't yell across restaurants."

Let's face it Vince, you are at a chain restaurant that is notorious for birthday celebrations.  If you can't handle someone taking photos, that aren't even of you, maybe you should stay home.

  

This encounter was the defining moment when I decided Emmy needs a boyfriend named Oscar, just so I can thank Vince Vaughn in my acceptance speech.

 

  



the time i won an EMMY...

It was a normal Saturday evening and I had enjoyed a cocktail at the dog park when my phone made the annoying ding meaning I had a work email. Naturally I checked it and the subject line read "we've been nominated for an EMMY".

Naturally I ordered a glass of champagne and read the email.

Nominated for excellence in graphic arts and animation - and my name was on it. Nevermind the fact that I can barely draw a stick figure, that my animation skills involve a stack of paper that you flip through, that my degree is in an aquatic related field or that I have had nothing to do with television - a project I produced was up for an EMMY!!!!

The next day we ordered plaques that said we were nominated - our lead project man had little faith that we could win, always saying "if we win" in rebuttal to my "when we win!" so the plaque seemed like a good consolation prize, just in case.

A week later we had gowns, dates and a table for the event. We arrived early for the champagne reception and soon found our table - in the back of the room. My "when we win" mantra started to fade, but I was at the EMMYs so I got over it and enjoyed the evening.

Then the wine service was cut off...

The nice part about being in the back of the room was that the bar was directly outside our table so we loaded up on vodkas and laughed our way through 23 pages of awards. Suddenly we were at our award, queue the nerves!  We all took a large sip of vodka and that is about all I remember because next thing I know – THEY ARE ANNOUNCING OUR NAMES!!!

The walk from the back of the room to the stage was the longest walk ever.  I fought the urge to twirl and realized half way to the stage I had no speech prepared.  I don’t remember what I said, they handed me that gold statuette and the EMMY winner in me took over, I like to believe that I was a natural on that stage.

My date welcomed me off the stage with a celebratory cocktail, we had photos taken, we laughed, we giggled and we let all the other EMMY winners around us know that we had won.

Celebrating is one of my favorite things so now I find something to celebrate every day with EMMY.  She enjoys cocktails by the pool, road trips, being the center of attention and, naturally, being in photos.

I have since decided that EMMY needs a boyfriend named OSCAR…

amish, with vodka

Recently I lost my best friend, partner in crime, constant sidekick at festivals, giggle buddy, one of the rare soul mates in my life.  Saying goodbye to a friend too early is one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through.  My life since has been a roller coaster - highs and lows.  She was my number one fan and she continues to inspire me.

Monday nights were our night to watch HBO and write silly blogs together - you see, I consider myself "Amish with vodka".  I have power and vodka but I gave up all the good stuff...

Three year's ago I decided to move out from having roommates, move into a cheap apartment that was all mine.  And then one day I decided to get rid of TV.  It was easy at first because I "borrowed" Internet from the neighbors, until four months ago when they stopped letting me "borrow" and my only form of entertainment became dance parties, books and a silly puppy.

So Monday nights I would pack up laundry, grab the dog, stop at the store for mixers and dinner and head over to my best friend's house to watch "Game of Thrones" and draft future blogs.  We would laugh, day-dream of being princesses, talk about life and love, discuss our future husbands and after a few cocktails make lists of future blogs. 

The silliest part was later deciphering what stories we told each other and what the blog post would exactly be about.  I still have no idea what some mean, but I will do my best to make myself giggle in her memory and continue to blog.

Consider this a preview of what is to come if you will....

    * New Year's, Beach Boys & Dead Phone

    * Vodka water - fixes the rust

    * Hand holding text

    * Scott the Cop v1

    * Scott the Cop vAnne

    * Accidental Dates

    * Blind date that wasn't

    * Scott the Dr.

    * 3,000mile Blind Date

    * Toga Power

    * 5 year booty-call (that ended badly)

    * New Rule: "Date Someone Taller"

    * Single and Wedding Invites

    * Registries...

And to include recent life.... The time I won an EMMY!

The last thing I said to my friend was "I love you" - so to everyone out there, remind someone you love them every day!

Until I find Internet again....

festival season

It is my favorite time of year - festival season!  This time of year is perfect for the single ladies as the men walk around in the latest GQ style, the booze is flowing and evening porch sitting is almost expected.

It is also a time for budding romances and bad decisions...

The season kicked off last weekend and looks like it will be going strong for a while.  This year started with a bang as we scored VIP tickets - meaning cheap beer, sort skirts, sunshine and late night pizza. 

As with every spring love is in the air.  Everywhere you look everyone is in love to the point where it is almost gross - people walking around holding hands, kissing mid-conversation, giggling, and Barry White all play a big part of spring.  As the weather warms up this love either grows into something or people realize they made some bad porch-drinking decisions.

The truth is - I am in love with love.  I can't get enough of it...

I love the butterflies and hand-holding and over-the-top mush found in the movies.  I love the giddiness that comes with those first few weeks of dating (and I miss the note passing "Do you like me? Check YES or NO" of loves from long ago.

That is why festival season is so great - you get to venture out and enjoy being in love with everything, every weekend for weeks on end!  You get to fall in love with your city, watch new love budding in the air, eat corn dogs (who doesn't love that?!) and fall in love with love, over and over! 

So, here's to festival season.  May it be filled with endless laughter, hand-holding, flowing dresses, first kisses, and bad decisions that we don't regret the next day.  Here's to being in love with spring. 

crawfish and my future husband

This weekend I was invited to a good ol' fashioned crawfish boil.  Unsure of what to expect I packed by cooler with vodka-lemonade (which in reality was just a big ol' bag of vodka, water and some crystal light), called my best friend and prepped for what was to be a fabulous evening with strangers.

It should be noted that I called by best friend at 2PM, I was showered, pretty and had the dog walked by 2:30PM and was out on the porch waiting from him by 2:35PM.  When I called to say I was ready he wasn't even dressed yet.

As luck would have it I had a chair, a bag of vodka and a cup, so I justified a 2:35PM cocktail by telling myself someone had to sample the vodka before the party...

One cocktail later my friend showed up and we went on our way.  Traffic was horrid and we finally arrived at the party, vodka in-hand, around 4PM.  There was already tons of crawfish piled on a table, with all sorts of veggies, a cooler of beer and a delightful strawberry-basil-lemonade for my wonderful bag of vodka.

Having never attempted to eat a crawfish I naturally dove right in.  Snapping tails, peeling shell and ending up with the tiniest piece of protein I have ever seen.  I am pretty convinced you burn more calories getting the suckers open than you do actually consuming them.  After a dozen or-so I grew bored of the creatures and ventured to sit in the sun with a cocktail in hand.

And then a southern gentlemen sat at the table of crawfish and taught me the art of eating a freshly boiled crawfish.

Who knew shellfish could be a turn-on?!  He never peeled the shells, he simply snapped the tiny lobster-like crustaceans and sucked.  Tail, brains and even claws.  Someone noticed me staring and asked what was so interesting - I giggled and pointed out the man, his pile of shells and told her to just watch.  Soon all of us were mesmerized.  We must have watched him for three cocktails as we giggled and blushed over his crawfish skills.

And that, dear friends, is how I decided my future husband must be able to properly eat a crawfish.  (Thinking about it still makes me blush)