Anyway. I got called out to the will-call table around 5, and boyyyyyyy did I have a major come-to-jesus moment about drinking in public!!! First of all, why are rich people so weird?? The things they do and the clothes they wear....there are no words. The weirdest outfit I saw was what I'm pretty sure was a one-piece bathing suit with a flapper-esque fringe along the thighs, and some beading around the neck. And guess where she was?! In the press/media lounge!!! What?!?! And then, if people are really as rich as they try to act and let on, I really don't think they'd be trying so hard to get into a party for free instead of just paying the hundred bucks. I'm onto you, bitches. Supposedly I met the Vice President of MGM. Not the movie studio. The hotel in vegas. UHYEAHRIGHT. I doubt he would be caught dead at a hotel party in San Diego. Get real.
Oh and here was my outfit (it's obviously tradition to wear a big floppy hat on opening day, and as a staff member I had to wear all black):
|Among other things, I really need a tan.|
Enough of that shit. Moving on to one of my favorite linkups with Holly and Jake! It's Finish-the-Sentence Time, y'all!!!!
If I had one extra hour in the day...I'd use it to sleep. Because I'm lame/lazy/fat/slightly lethargic.
I wish my name...was...what? I like my name. I guess if I could change it in any way it would be my last name, just to be something more original. Edwards is pretty standard.
I think anything chevron is...generally awesome. Unless it's on every single thing you own/every crevace of your living quarters.
My last nightmare...Was about dinosaurs. Yes, dinosaurs. I don't think about them on a regular basis, so I have no idea where the hell it came from. But they were taking over the world and turning all us humans into them. I have no idea.
Sometimes...I like to think about nothing, you know, like boys do. Most of the time us girls can't wrap our over-active brains around how men are able to sit and literally think about nothing for a period of time, but I actually enjoy it every once in a while. It usually only lasts about 3 minutes and consists of me driving and all of a sudden realizing I'm almost home and don't remember the last 5 miles, which sounds dangerous but it's all good!
My last meal on earth would be...Ok. I've thought about this a lot. It would be a Bluez 57 Burger from Huey's in Memphis, with an order of their cheese fries with a big side of ranch to dip them in. And of course a giant sweet tea with unending refills. And then I'd follow it up with a piece of flourless chocolate cake. Or the whole cake. Can you tell I'm trying to die of a heart attack? Just kidding. I hope I didn't just jinx myself.
I would much rather be_____ than____. A size 8 than a size 12. I probably still wouldn't be happy with myself, but oh well. It's a nice thought!
Mayonnaise...I'll be honest. I like mayo. I'm not obsessed with it and I sub greek yogurt for it a lot, but I think it has a nice flavor when used sparingly! On a burger and such. I also like to put a dallop in my guacamole...trust me people, ask anyone who knows me and they'll tell you I make awesome guacamole.
10 years ago, I didn't think...That boys were cute or clean. I definitely thought boys had cooties up until I was a freshman in high school pretty much. I still think they're gross (no offense Jake) and weird, but I appreciate them more now than I did then :)
Selfishly...I wish I made more money than I do. I know I need to work for that. But I just want it to happen now, dammit!
My favorite show on TV right now...Always Real Housewives, but right now it's Real Housewives of Orange County. I love those crazy bitches. Except Gretchen. She sucks. And she needs to learn how to pronounce words like "something" (which she has said "sun-theeeen" for the last however many years she's been on the show and "fury" which she recently pronounced "furry." Dumbass.
And, George Zimmerman...Ugh. Really, Holly and Jake???? I halfway spoke my peace about this in my last post but I don't mind discussing my thoughts again haha. I don't think he was a racist. I don't think he should have gotten out of his car. I do think he had the right to defend his life with his legally-owned firearm when a physically fit young adult (quit calling Martin a kid. He was not a child) was bashing his head into the concrete. There ya have it.
Well I guess that's all I got! Have a great Thursday, y'all! Tomorrow's Friday!!