Let's talk about how much I love The Weepies. Actually, I don't need to say much. They are adorable. ADORABLE, I say! Not only are they beautiful musicians who use incredible imagery in their song lyrics, they also have the ability to melt your heart with their witty banter on stage. The fact that they had Malcolm Gold and Megan Toohey on stage with them last night didn't hurt either. I love them, I love the, I love them.

(You can thank my coworker Emily for taking photos.)

The reason for the celebration!

Bethany and Ryan Littrell

Jason and Jamie

Reason for celebration #2? Craig's out of the ARMY.

Yes, I'd love a glass of wine. And by one glass, I mean three.

Mmm....Spanish wine!

And another.

Finally! God, I've missed her!

And this is why...

Watch out....You're next!

Debauchery at its finest.

This is Jason.

He got his ass beaten by ME in Texas Hold 'em.

That's right. I cleaned up.

I had peanuts thrown at me on my flight last night.

I was tired. I had been reading, had a glass of wine, and did some Sudoku on the plane,then started to fall asleep. I awoke to the guy across the aisle being given a stern talking to by one of the flight attendants. It went something like this, "You asked us if you could smoke and we told you no. Why did you need to spray all of that cologne back there? If you weren't smoking, why does it smells like smoke???" The flight attendant walked away without saying anything more--rightfully frustrated.

I fell asleep again and this time, awoke to the strange, smoking dude across the aisle whistling. Not only was he whistling, he was whistling to get my attention. I opened my eyes to find this guy sprawled across the aisle with a snack in his hand, waving it at me, telling me to take it. I shook my head and said, "Uhh, no thanks. No, really. NO!" and I turned my head to fall asleep again.

Not even 10 minutes later, I was pelted on the shoulder with a rather large bag of airline peanuts that the guy decided to stockpile on his way back from the bathroom.

I gave him the evil eye and once again, turned my head to fall back asleep. The plane made its descent into Chicago about 30 minutes later. There were no further complications.

Do you know my name?

Qualifiers: My new habit. I am having difficulty deciding if they are acceptable or not. They show up, most of the time, to make stories more interesting, particularly when it comes those I've dated.

...Liar Dave, Nice Jack, Divorced Rob, Buddhist Pat, Josiah with the nice name and the bad temper, Crown Royal Justin, Polystyrene midget Matt...

I'm not sure they know of the qualifiers I use when describing them. In fact, I'm quite sure they don't. I can't help but wonder, if and when (mostly "IF") they talk about me, do they use qualifiers to describe my personality? And if they do, what do they use?

Musical Miranda is too cliche. Mediocre Miranda is fitting, but is that a word that shows up in everyday conversation?

Hmmm...what's my name?

(and hey, if I dated you, don't take offense to it. It's not like I'm telling people your downfalls....well, unless you are Liar Dave....and in that case, I usually am.)

This has become my new favorite picture.

I like to think that I'm on my way to joining Napoleon Dynamite's "Happy Hands Club."