At 4:30am, these are the last words you want to hear.....

"Ma'am, you're at the wrong airport"..... Last weekend I was taking a much needed trip up to Chicago to see my friend Sarah who I haven't seen since Aug. when I moved back to the U.S from S. Korea. Of course, I waited til the last possible moment to book the trip. I wanted to ensure that I had as few as possible flights to choose from and I wanted to choose them at maximum price. Makes sense right! Anyway, I procrastinated and wasn't even sure if I could get a flight that would fit my schedule; so when I found one I just booked it right away and did it without paying too close attention to the MAJOR details of the flight.

The day of the flight I wake up at 3:30am and thankfully I am  lucky enough to have a wonderful boyfriend that supports my insane decisions to book a 6am flight. We rush around like crazy people to get my last minute packing completed and jump in the car to go to the airport. At this point, I haven't looked at my flight itinerary since I booked it and I just know in my mind that I am flying out of IAH. I mean really, why would I book a 6am flight leaving from Hobby Airport? That doesn't make sense, right ?!?! Drew drops me off, I get my luggage, and head in to check my bags. I can only think 2 things at this point... 1. I am so tired. 2. I can't wait to see Sarah! First thing the man at the counter says to me is, "What do you have planned for Miami?" I guess for most this would be a red flag, but not for this sleepy head. I said, oh no sir... I'm going to Chicago via DFW. And then....dun..dun...dun....he says it, " Um ma'am, you're at the wrong airport."

My obvious response is that it is clearly too early for jokes as I stare at him with a look that shows I'm not interested in his morning humor. The guy on the check in computer next to him is cracking up at this point. I would say a good 3 minutes pass before I realize that this man is not joking and that I had actually made a giant, awful, embarrassing mistake. At this point, it is almost 5am and my flight is scheduled to leave at 6am. There is no way that Drew would make it back in time and get me to Hobby in time to catch my flight. Long story short, I was able to pay a small fee have my flight changed and leave out of IAH an hour later. Whew, glad that worked down so I didn't have to make that poor attendant man endure my meltdown.

The world's best beer goggles

On superbowl Sunday I had dinner with my family at a restaurant called BJ's Brewhouse and it reminded me of this time...... A little back story for ya.... I discovered this restaurant with my friend LJ. Her and I would go there often... it sorta became "our place". Well one dinner date night, not long after I broke up with Mark we went to eat there. LJ thought it would be a good idea to take a risk, do something crazy, go out on a limb, and give the waiter (who really wasn't even all that cute) my number. And, so I did. Nothing came of it, we text back & forth a couple of times and that was the end. Then, I was out with LJ another time and around 1am I decided to strap on a pair of beer goggles which we weren't even aware of until the following Monday... So, I met this guy. If my memory serves me correctly, I think his name was Brent. Brent was a credit analyst for Wells Fargo and if anyone has ever hung out with me when I was drunk you would know that this was the greatest, most interesting news I had heard all night, for I too worked for Wells Fargo at the time. Brent was wearing a hat and in the dim light and drunken blurry eyes he was "cute". So that night we said our good byes and really I didn't think that I would ever see this Brent fellow again. Totally ok with it! But then, bright and early Monday morning Brent went stalker on me and emailed me at work. Hmmmm.... dinner tonight? Eh whatever, he was cute right? I really wasn't even sure what to expect and I definitely didn't expect what I saw when he showed up. Ok... I want you to envision Uncle Fester from The Adam's Family walking towards you with a maroon sweater vest and a blue shirt under. Do you have a good picture in your mind? Sounds attractive right?  Ok, well now picture yourself walking to the table you sit down and the waiter comes up to get the drink order.... Guess who the waiter was! Yes, the guy that we left the number for. Dinner was so awkward and this poor guy must have thought I was the craziest person ever. Every time the waiter came up to the table, no matter what it was for I would just randomly start talking about work stuff. I almost even wanted to wear my name tag to solidify any thoughts that the waiter might have had that maybe it was a "business meeting". It if for situations just like this one that they coined the phrase.... FML!!! And that folks, is why I know that I have the world's best pair of beer goggles.

After leaving the restaurant I immediately called LJ to share with her this horrific experience and then I just proceeded to laugh all the way home because I mean really... what else can you do right?

The broken car wash

Last Saturday I was out running errands and decided my car needed to be washed. Of course I'm much too lazy to do it myself so I was going to let the car wash at Valero do it for me. I pull up and there is a sign saying "Must pay inside". Ok, annoying, but whatever I'll go pay inside. I tell the girl I need a car wash and she shouts back to the other lady in the back to ask if it is working. The other lady says yes. So I drive into the car wash, lock my doors (because I've watched too much CSI) and wait. The car wash turns on and sprays my car with soap and then I hear "BEEP BEEP BEEP". What the heck... so I turn on the windshield wipers so I can see out and the little sign that tells you what to do next says DRIVE FORWARD. Hmmm... I drive forward and realize that the dryer is on. Seriously.... so I pull out and my car is covered in soap. I mean really covered, it's completely white. I go tell the girl my story and she sits there for like 4 min. trying to decide if she's giving me my money back or not. All the while like 5 people come in and out of the store and I can see them laughing. Then I had to drive down Aldine Westfield in a soap covered car to the most awful car wash so that I could spray off all the soap. As I'm trying to spray the car off and focusing on not getting my boots wet I get honked at by a man in a hooptie. Moral of the story... if the cashier has to ask if the car wash is working... it probably isn't!!!

The story behind the blog

Welcome to our blog! Liz and I are amazing friends. The majority of our friendship is lived out over BBM (Blackberry messenger) If anyone knows Liz, you know she is a huge fan of this form of communication. I too am a fan, but really Liz is like my only contact on there. Our conversations are constant and usually last the duration of the day and consist of every type of topic you can imagine, but in every conversation there is humor! Good days/bad days... it doesn't matter. I know that if Liz is on the other end of the BBM I will laugh at least once! The title of the blog and the idea of it is obviously due to a BBM convo at some point in recent past, I mean if not it would have been pointless for me to tell you all of that. 

So, I will start with the title... There I was standing... naked. It all began on the Eve of New Years Eve when I thought it to be a wise idea to get a spray tan. I have done this several times before but always in a booth. This time I was going to try it where an actual human sprays you. Nervous, why yes I was but I was determined to be a shade less pasty for new years eve. So I went. There are too ladies standing at the counter. One is an older woman with pounds to spare on her body and the other is a girl who can't possibly be older than 18 and MAYBE 100lbs. Guess which one is gonna be applying my tan.... yep that's right, THE SKINNY ONE! And, so there I was, standing naked.... Liz thought it would be a great idea for a book title, which it would and we both love blogging and reading blogs... so BAM... our blog was birthed!!!!