Thursday, October 30, 2008

And the Phils took it

As I stood on Broad street last night with bottle of Blackhaus in my right hand, champagne in my left I realized that I will probably never again witness anything like last night. I'm oh so glad I put aside my fear of douchey crowds and partied like a rock star with the rest of Philly. I watched the game from my office and with the win ran down 6 flights of stairs to get outside because I was too impatient to wait for an elevator. I won't soon forget what I was a part of, and not just for the fact that I will most likely smell of a brewery for the next week or so. Best part of the night was looking up to see Green Man from It's Always Sunny raving on a bus shelter (that's no longer there.) As it rained beer, and god knows what else down on me, we weren't strangers, we were 100 thousand strong that collectively ended our 20 year long dry spell. And it was good.

Fires in the middle of the street, flipped cars and looting of FYE aside, I have never seen so many happy people in one place. And I don't think I ever expected to see it in Philly. Believe me, I'm not the biggest sports buff, but thanks to my partner at work, I've listened to every game and yesterday was able to spout off every date of each of the last Philly championship wins. I don't even recognize myself. So Philly, let's revel in it.

See you at the parade.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


So far, fall is quite fantastic, even though my prediction of an end to singledom has not come to fruition. I don't need a man to go on a hayride. I actually was grabbed repeatedly by some prepubescent screamy teenage girls. So I'll take it where I can get it. I do have a new love in my life though, another cat. We've named her Sophia in hopes that naming her after the late great Estelle Getty character will give her a better fate than her unfortunate predecessor, Sweet Dee. God rest her soul.

Tonight, I will be casting aside my fear of crowds and my disdain of Douchebags to join the massive crowds of drunken douchebags on broad (knock knock knock on wood.) Good luck, Phils. In honor of the Phils I will include this little Phillies gem.

Random thoughts
For now I have officially been eating better in hopes of shedding 5 lbs somewhere. Cutting my drinking to 3 days a week, World Series/ Halloween weeks are an exception. And right now I am surprisingly non boy crazed. I'm OK not to be seeing anyone of note and enjoying my new attire brought on by new funds from new jobs. So yes, I'm alone. But I'm looking good doing it.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Google vs. Drunk Colleen

I know we've all done it. In fact, I think Megan has already blogged about it's cellular counterpart. But once again, Google has improved my well being and self worth. Thank you, Internet friends.

And by the 7th time one of my friends called this to my attention, I figured it was blog worthy.

Well as you may have heard, the geniuses at the Google have created a function for gmail called mail goggles. It's for those nights when you get home at 3 in the morning, and after that heart to heart with the cabbie you decide that you really really need to get back with your ex. Well for me the drunk emails moreso consisted of me telling them what horrible people they are. Anyway, you pick a time frame and the days (for most it's Fridays and Saturdays, I personally chose Tuesdays through Sundays from 11pm-4am.) Before you hint send on that sometimes love filled, sometimes hate filled, sometimes both filled email, the Google elves ask you a serious of Math questions. If you get 'em right, you've earned your shame. If you get 'em wrong, erase that draft and tomorrow morning while you're downing your gatorage, you can turn it into a thank you letter to the powers that be.

Thank you Google. Now, come up with something for my phone. As of now drunk colleen thinks if she erases sent texts, sober colleen won't remember what she has done in the morning. Doesn't work so well. Shame lingers.

Have at it.