Friday, February 23, 2007

Finally, some respect for being fabulous

Last night, my sisters and I went to the Washington Life "The Young and the Guest List" party. It was fun. We hung out with Wonkette, or I call him, Alex. For a non biased view of how awesome Glovers are see here.
Liz and I were represented how gansta we were.
It was an awesome night all around. Congrats Alex, for making me feel buzzworthy!

Friday, February 16, 2007

That Pedigree Commercial

For the last day on gmail, I've had the youtube link to the "Shelter Dogs" Pedigree commercial. Every time I see this commercial, I get tears in my eyes. I think it's great, and would love to know which ad agency has been churning these ads out. They are consistent, branded and always touching. Plus David Duchovny's (I think) voice is great, because he sounds little dog like himself. This commercial really makes me want to go get another dog, even as I look at Poppy and Vulcan.

My sister got her dog, Bones, from a "No Kill" Animal Shelter in Aldie, Va. I really admire them for what they do, but sadly, the dogs only get out of their cages for a short walk on Sunday. Bones lived there for 5 years we think, and was interacted with very little. But nevertheless, he's a great dog. So, everyone should get a dog from a shelter, they deserve homes too.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

36 Hours in West Palm Beach

This past weekend, my sister Kristen and I went to Wellington Florida which is the home of the Winter Equestrian Festival (WEF). We also joined my friend Suzannah Evans from the riding team at UVA. While Suzannah stayed with her family, Kristen and I stayed with our former coach, Kim Prince. Kim is a total rock star and a great Grand Prix rider. Here is her daughter, Lydia Frey.

So, since horse showing and polo playing go all weekend, the big night to party in these circles is Sunday night, because Monday is really the "weekend". After a relatively mild Saturday night at The Breakers (where we saw Liza Minelli), Kristen, Suzannah and I decided to throw down at the Player's Club. We accidentally skipped dinner, and had drinks with Kim and former The Barracks alum, (the one, the only...) Polly Cooley before going out. I was pretty much wasted after a glass of chardonnay. I was also dried up like a raisin from a day of stalking Bruce Springsteen, whose daughter Jessica rides and wins!

I feel compelled to add that, over the weekend, my sister was incessantly remarking that Palm Beach county has a very high percentage of strippers. To her credit, it seemed to make sense. I'm just saying... But they are required to have licenses.
So Kristen, Suzannah and I make it over to the Players Club, quite drunk already and proceed to bounce around, scoping out the scene, which was fascinating to say the least. Polo players and horse show socialites always bring about great viewing pleasure. After hanging out for a while, Kristen and Suzannah go to leave when none other than Val Renihan and Johnny Barker (who are renowned Professional riders in their 50's) literally fell down outside the door as they were kicked out of the bar.

While walking to through the parking lot to the car (in the rain with no sidewalks), some dude, who totally reinvents the word "asshole", tries to RUN US OVER in his 200K Mercedes. I could not believe it. Worth noting, there is a very blonde girl in the car with him who looks 1. like a slut, but 2. like she is mortified. The three of us whip around and start screaming at him which from me included "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" He responds by accelerating at us again. He gets out of the car and yells "ARE YOU THE DUMBEST CUNTS IN THE WORLD?" Which prompts me to respond with my fave: "You're a real fucking gentleman, a real class act!" That line never fails, I'm telling you.
He immediately gets back in the car. I am a mostly nice person and yell to his female passenger, "Girlfriend, you need someone new!", but my vicious sister goes right for the jugular with, "TAKE YOUR STRIPPER AND GO HOME!". As the asshole peals out right next to me, I jump at the Stripper's, I mean girl's, window like I'm about to jump on the car. I also stomped my foot like you do when you're trying to make a horse explode a little on the lunge line. For the next 5 minutes, we laugh hysterically at the whole event. It was truly magical. But sadly, not nearly so funny in writing.

In retrospect, I should have just sat down in the street so he would have had to back up to get out. That would have been genius.

Fast forward to the next morning where I wake up at 5 AM still drunk to go home. Really drunk. And continue to be drunk throughout the plane ride home, where I'm trying not to yakk. Drive to work. I go home after work and can't even stay awake through 24.

Thank you Florida. Pictures coming soon.

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Let's talk about meeting strangers

Recently, I've been thinking about how to interact with strangers, prospective friends, whatever you want to call them. Superbowl Sunday I spent with Ingrid and Will at the City Tavern Club in Georgetown. It was a ton of fun and I had my sister, Kristen, and my friend and former employer Melissa O'Neal join us. After mingling with a number of very outgoing and nice strangers, it became apparent that these boys might be interested in me. And you see, that puts me in a strange position, because I'm pretty sure that if they knew I wasn't going to be sleeping with them, then they wouldn't be talking to me.
Now maybe I'm paranoid, but I feel like it might be a little true. I do enjoy talking to new people and making friends, but I can't help but think I'm taking up these fellows' time because they're really looking for a prospective mate. So what does a girl do? Will suggested that when a guy comes up to me and says "hello", I should respond with "I HAVE A BOYFRIEND" and roll my eyes all crazy like. I vetoed that idea. So, any hints? Any hints at all?

In other news, it's freezing here, and there's a pond near where I work. Two of my coworkers are these krazy kids, Leslie and Peter. They are boyfriend and girlfriend. Leslie today dared me to stand on the pond. I said, ok, if I can have a chicken finger. So against my best judgement, I
ventured out onto the lake. And lived to eat me a delicious chicken finger.
It was totally worth it.

While I'm talking about work, I have to brag on a great idea I had. So for our company, "marketing" is basically coming up with ideas that will procure for us as many emails as possible. We generate lots of sales from weekly emails to customers that showcase a sale, or a new spring collection, and the more emails we have, the larger our sales are for these events. In addition, the president of the company is looking toward having our website be more of a "community" with more customer interaction.
With this idea in my head, I proposed we do a giveaway using YahooGroups. We're giving $1,000 gift certificate to whoever wins a contest called "Me and My Valentine" where people post pictures of their horses and write a funny poem or limerick or haiku. We've had a great response so far!
And from this, we're getting all of these people's email addresses! Hooray for my ingenuity!

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

So I'm trying again

Here, my friends, is another attempt at blogging. Yes, yes, I know, I'm about 5 years late, but give me a chance. Hopefully, this time I won't forget my password and ID after 1 day, as that has happened repeatedly in the past.

So, I work for Arnott Mason Corporation, mostly commonly known as where I manage the database and tend to minor IT issues as well as writing copy for ads and dabbling in a little marketing. Right now, we are still feeling the effects of a bad rollout thanks to Everest, our new software provider. e2Solutions has been holding our hand through the process, but it's been a rocky transition.

Right now I'm sick, and not feeling very funny, but I hope to recover from the plague soon. I recently took a vacation with totally awesome boyfriend, Pepper, and 10 other kool kids to the British Virgin Islands where we rented a boat and sailed for a week. I took some hilarious pictures.

Also Pepper scored and played the music for an American Express commercial that is currently playing in Colorado. See it here.