Evil wears pigtails and hangs out with smokey.

Evil wears pigtails and hangs out with Smokey.
Current mood: lonely

First off, I would like to say THANK YOU to everyone who posted comments, emailed or called wishing me a happy birthday. Seriously, I am SO freakin' thankful for all the wonderful friends I have. Wow...it is amazing, you guys. Honestly..

Today went as planned. I had my "Evil Wears Pigtails." shirt on - and went to see The Omen. Which made me jump in a few places - it could have been better - it could have been a LOT worse though. I liked it. And it was PERFECT marketing stragety by 20TH CENTURY FOX. One of the few things FOX has gotten right in the past 5 years. But...that is a video-business-work-and-bitter-fangirl rant I will spare you guys from.

After the movie, we went to Legend's resturant. Brandon, our waiter, was very nice and at the end of the meal said "Okay, so what do you want off the dessert menu?" "Uhhh.." I said kinda caught-off-guard and kinda confused..he said "Anything, pick something.." "Uhh.." "What about this chocolate thing? It's gooood!" I looked at the HUGE mountain of chocolate & vanilla ice cream thing he was pointing at..."I can't eat that! it is freakin' huge!" "Well, you can share it." "Uhhh.." "That's it, decision made - I'm making you this.." and he walked away. (BTW, I put a picture of me & him up in my myspace pictures...)

So...about 30 minutes and chocolate-overdosed later, we left. And I came home where I talked to Gina until someone knocked on my door. I saw no one through the peep-hole and figured it was one of the guys upstairs so I stepped outside and said "Who is that knockin'?" The guy upstairs is hanging over the balcany and says "It was me, I'm sorry...I ran into the door catching my boy's ball...why don't you come out here & talk to us?" I told him I might when I got off the phone, considering my sarcastic quips make all the guys who hang out in my breezeway laugh.

Apparently, somewhere in the confusion of the ball - the noise - the phone and everything, Katie called me from DC. I got a voicemail where she was singing to me and called me the "Spawn of Satan". Which is always a nice thing to say. :-)

So, I went back outside in my 'evil' shirt and pj pants and stood out there and talked with the boys for a good half hour. They kept wanting me to drink with them. But...I don't trust them enough. Maybe one day - when I know for sure that Tony will be out there - I might have a couple of beers with them. But, until then I will remain on my guard. Especially around that one guy who I swear looks like Smokey from "Friday". I mean...I want to say "HEY SMOKEY!" so many times - but I'm afraid I'll get shot. haha...

After that, I did laundry. Blah. Laundry on my birthday. Bigger blah.

Right now, I am feeling a little bit down. I guess it's normal for a little birthday blues - especially since the past 3 days have been wonderfully relaxing and I will be returning to work tomorrow. It's like the 'vacation-depression'. Oh well. It's all good. I'll be okay. Maybe I just need some sleep or something. Oh, or a good song...hmm..I need to find me a good song...I think I'll do that now...