This year has been pretty wild with all of the traveling. (Mostly professionally, some personally.) Honestly? I’m loving it. Especially the part about having the opportunity to experience new places with all of their sights and sounds and smells and tastes. Tonight’s dinner here in Reno was out of this world tasty. The lights and action in Las Vegas24 hours a day. The playing of the trumpet thingy, calling the horses to the gates in Kentucky. Smelling the ocean air in Cabo San Lucas. It has been a terrific year so far.
In addition to all of the senses being engaged, experiences during travel have an interesting way of hitting my funny bone. Which brings me to today’s photo. While in Lexington Twinkle and Tinkle Twats really wanted to go into the lingerie store in the strip mall next to our hotel. I’m a fan of sexy things so I quickly agreed. As soon as I walk in, I see a display of novelty items. And the first one makes me cackle like a hyena, grab the product and holler, “My internet friends would love this! I wonder if I could buy these in bulk and give them away as prizes.”
This is what cracked me up and made me think of you:
Yes, that is a cow key chain called Beef Strokin Off which vibrates when you squeeze his cock. hehe
Problem is, drunk girl forgot to buy any of them. Well, that and I don’t really run contests over here. So you have to settle for a crappy cellica phone picture and the knowledge that I saw something that made me laugh. xoxo
More not sober blogging tomorrow.
Although I would like the record to show that I am in my room ALONE pretty damn early. There is an incredibly gorgeous man that I should be out playing with right now, but fuck, I gotta not go getting myself into trouble. Sigh, this being good thing is interesting…
Happy 3rd anniversary, Half Nekkid Thursday!
To celebrate, Osso has asked us to do something in threes. I am out of town for work and decided the best way I could get in the HNT mood was to relax. In a big ole jacuzzi tub with lots of bubbles. (Note to all: if the hotel gives you a bottle of bubble bath, you really don’t need the entire bottle!) Trying desperately not to drop the cellica phone in the water, I took a few different bubbly images. Here is what I came up with:
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I really do have a real digital camera, but I still can’t find the battery charger. Perhaps I will simply break down and buy another one so that I can have better quality photos for you. Well, and so I can take pictures of all the wonderful people in my life and the fun places we go…yeah, that’s what I meant. Until then, I really haven’t heard any complaints. (Thanks!)
Now get over to Osso’s place and check out the other participants in HNT!
…to bring you this message:
The Pittsburgh Penguins Are Up Three To Nothing Against The Philadelphia Flyers
For those of you are aren’t into hockey, I’m sorry that you really have no idea what you are missing. Great sport. (Sorry, Avitable. Sorry, Fabby. You boys will never take the sports lover outta me. (That’s what Karl said.)) Especially when Lord Stanely’s Cup is so close.
I was to be packing for my trade show in Reno this evening, but the game was calling and well, I got sucked in. In my defense, I really appreciated the down time. Today was a bitch at the office. Let us just say that at one point someone had a baseball bat and others were considering fleeing the building. Yeah. Rough day. So I enjoyed veggin out with the hockey game. Didn’t hurt that my Pens won. Again. I am a happy girl. An exhausted and unpacked happy girl, but a happy girl none the less.
OH!! I almost forgot to tell you that I think I am gonna have the opportunity to watch Ginamonster’s roller derby team practice while I am out in Reno. In case you aren’t sure who Gina is, she is the incredibly crafty and talented (and oh so gorgeous) woman who I will be chocolate pudding wrestling when Jester and Othurme get their shit together.
Ok. Off to pack now. And hopefully sleep.
xoxo
I’m going to New York, I’m going to New York! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!! Honestly, I didn’t realize how much I wanted to go there until I was telling someone else that I would like to see her realize her dream now because life is simply too damn short. While singing the praises of living a well balanced life where one truly can have it all, it dawned on me that I too can have it all.
And that I want to once again step inside the Statue of Liberty. (Last time I was there I was 12 and with my grandparents who didn’t want to climb up inside of her.) That I have desired to see Ground Zero since the moment I stepped onto the field here in Pennsylvania. Regardless if I am with good friends or a great love, dammit I want a carriage ride in Central Park. Our bagels are pretty damn good here in Pittsburgh, I even used to work at Bagel Land when I was in high school, but I have always wanted to taste a fresh, hot bagel in New York. Don’t even get me started on the pizza that makes my mouth water at the mere thought of its cheesy goodness. Of course street vendors with their knock off crap call to me. As does China Town. And the Empire State Building. What I wouldn’t give to see a live performance on Broadway. To take a double decker bus ride around Time Square. All the while hearing folks talk like Dawg. Fuck, I also really want to go to the Big Apple!
So I am. I am going. Taking my own advice that life is too short and I am just doing it. Shacking up with four amazing internet friends who now have skin on em after we met in Philly. Look out Midtown, I will see you in a little over a month. My internet friends and I will see you soon. Flights and hotel are already booked. Yay!
Ok, that was the first happy thing. On to the second. Deep breath. Alright, as terrible as it is, I love this…
Finally, I will be in Reno for a good part of this week. Wednesday early AM I fly out, returning close to midnight as Saturday turns to Sunday. So if you get some drunk blogging then you will not be surprised. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya. Trade shows have a way of doing that to me. Wheeeeeee!
A friend keeps calling and leaving messages, trying to pin me down so that we can get together. I was surprised to be home this weekend, but when we talked Friday night I had already talked to K & B about watching the hockey game over dinner. He jokingly commented that it wasn’t a problem, seeing as how he had managed to get a meeting with the Pope and he probably should get his rest anyhow.
That got me thinking. Is it possible to have too many friends? I mean really, can one be a bad friend because one has too many friends?
I haven’t seen my best friend from high school in I can’t even tell you how long. Hell, we barely even talk on the phone anymore.
DVD thought I lied to him because we had a miscommunication. If I weren’t running around constantly it probably wouldn’t have happened. But I have been a bad friend to him as well. He has a fun wife and a terrific young daughter that I wanna go hang out with, but I keep having things jump up in my life and they keep getting put on the back burner. That truly sucketh.
One of my best friends has a young son who was born the day before Cinco de Mayo (about 7 years ago??). And we all know I was in Philly that weekend so I certainly wasn’t at the birthday party. Bad friend.
My family is on the large side and I would pick most of them as friends if we weren’t already related. Which means I love to do stuff with these folks. And also that several of us live in rather close proximity and therefore it is easy to do things together. Yet I don’t do all of the family things available. Bad Becky.
There are way too many examples for me to write here. I would be writing all night and just depressing myself. But I would love to know if you guys get the same feelings ever…can one have too many friends?
In my defense, I did go to the movies with Friend and his awesome 15 year old daughter. Kids are so cool, especially when they aren’t mine. Anyhow, Saturday I got to see both Speed Racer and Iron Man. It was a good day. I love the movies and don’t go nearly often enough.
If I didn’t spend five hours in blog talk radio chat rooms I might have elaborated more on this one. Perhaps we can do that in the comments!
P.S. Penguins won Sunday night, putting us up 2-0 in the series. Wafrikkenhoooo!!! Go Pens!
Mother’s Day is difficult when your Mom has died. There is no picking up the phone and confirming plans for the day. I have no dinner to buy, no present to agonize over. Really, nothing was ever enough anyhow. One little present, a few “special” hours one day a year…I mean, how do you thank the woman who dealt with morning sickness, labor pains, dirty diapers, being a single mom, exhausted days of work at her job followed by work at home, a stubborn self during my terrible twos, my rebellious self in my teen years, my living with a man she couldn’t stand and prayed that I wouldn’t marry, my ending a relationship with a man she adored, me lashing out at her during the flood clean up instead of barking at anyone else simply because deep down I knew that she had to love me no matter what…
I miss her. I really, really do. And no matter how much I ramble on here I won’t be able to properly convey the tightness squeezing my heart, the closing of my throat as I try to breathe when the hot tears fall. If only I knew how to get over my feelings of loss, the feeling of being alone even when surrounded by a room full of people who love me. I just miss her. And dammit, I hate that the word “miss” doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling. On one hand I desperately want this feeling to ease, yet on the other I would feel that I was doing Mom a disservice if I ever cease to feel this pain.
May all of you who are able to still hug your moms have the ability to do so today. Even if it is a long distance hug over the phone.
To those of you whose moms have already past, I am so terribly sorry for your loss. Really, I am.
Seems most people walked away from TequilaCon with a renewed sense of self. Well, more like with pride at themselves for acting out of their comfort zone. They traveled by themselves or they talked to strangers or they drank alcohol or they got on an airplane or whatever it is that broke their daily mold, that shattered their limits.
Not me. I almost always travel alone for work, meeting new people gives me a huge adrenaline rush, alcohol and me are VERY good friends plus airplanes don’t bother me a bit so long as I have taken my Dramamine.
BUT. Yes, you knew there was a but coming, didn’t you? Well you are very smart.
But something unexpected happened to me at TequilaCon. I got sorta shy. Internet shy, not in person shy. I’ll still ask the smoking hot guy next to me on the plane to take his shirt off (he so did and it was wonderful), but I am sorta self conscious about blogging now. Everyone I met was so smart, so funny and so all around wonderful. And then there is little ole me. I feel like in person I am fine, but give me a blog and I have nothing to say.
So, everyone who pushed their boundaries and left their comfort zones at TequilaCon? Could you please let me know how the fuck you did it? Because seriously, this site might not be long for this bloggy world. (Emails to hello at midnightcliff dotcom or comments here are fine…whatever works for ya.)
xoxo
I can’t apologize enough for my terrible posting skillz. Bad Becky. (Anyone wanna spank me?)
But even worse? That I don’t have a real post for yinz. Work has been wild in a good way, personal life has been fulfilling (even though I totally didn’t bang that hot bald and goateed guy on the plane…while it would have been phenomenal to join the mile high club, I really am not a whore. Damn morals!), but that means my internet life has taken a back seat. For that I am truly sorry. Because I made some incredible friends in Philly, folks I want to read and have read me.
But right now? Now i have just returned home, fed the dogs, thrown the big red ball and I’m out the door to pick up K & B so that we can watch the hockey game. Tonight is the first night the Penguins take on the much hated Flyers. Should be a great, physical game. Which starts entirely too soon…I am so not ready. Ugggghhhhhhhhh!
GO PENS!!!
As most of you know, I was in Philly over the weekend to put skin on the blogging internet friends that I have made. It was wonderful, but all the driving and tequila and lack of sleep kinda wore me out. When I arrived home late Sunday I didn’t sleep well, then I pulled an all nighter on Monday night to ensure that my laundry was done and I was ready for a trade show in San Antonio. Didn’t do much but sleep Tuesday night, drank A LOT of tequila on Wednesday night and had to be on an early morning plane Thursday to get me back home. All of that is to say that my little blog got away from me and I didn’t post any of the photos that drunk girl took Wednesday night after returning from the Riverwalk and all of those margaritas. Hopefully better late than never still stands…
(I bought that hat after touring the Alamo. Love me some cowboy hat! Anyhow, sorry that the damn cellica phone takes such crappy photos. I promise that I will try to find my camera’s battery charger.)
I am in San Antonio for work until early Thursday and I am too whupped to really write a post today. Certainly there are a shit ton of things to talk about, mostly all the fond memories from TequilaCon that are still floating in my brain, but seeing as how so many others are recapping the festivities so well I will just apologize for giving you this little “hi!” and running. So, Hi!! (and Sorry!)
Oh wait! I have to tell you a quick story that cracked me up. My coworker and I are working the trade show reception hard on Tuesday night. we do the whole Divide and Conquer. So here we are, meeting lots of great contacts, kicking ass and taking names, when he comes up to me all pissy like. Immediately I ask what is wrong and he says he is mad at me, but “we’ll talk about it later.” Oh fuck no. You got an issue with me buddy, we will straighten that shit out now. Right. Now.
ANYhow, we step aside from the crowd and it turns out that his issue was that every time he reached into his pocket for a business card to hand to a new contact he was pulling out one of the condoms that Avitable gave out in Philly. We both burst out into hysterical laughter and went back for more new people. So thanks for the smiles, Adam. I’m glad I took your condoms. (And so is the little boy at the gas station when I was on the PA turnpike. When I went to pay for my gas I saw one and said, “Hey, if someone gave you this at a party, would you take it or tell them to fuckoff?” He got a huge grin and said that he’d love one. Of course at that point I told him to keep Avitable’s condom, to use its lubricated goodness in good health and to check out Adam’s site. Maybe a new reader?)
Several Marker’s Mark bourbon and ginger ales after the coworker condom incident and I was back in my room, finally sleeping for about 11 hours straight. Thank God! I’m off to shower, see the Alamo and get my trade show booth set up.
Wow, lookie up there. I did sorta post up there. Wahooo!
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