Polyamorous Relationships?

How do you feel about them? I suppose they could work for some people. My friend Dan from work talked to me about his preference for them at length the last time we all went out for a drink. At first I was disturbed, and then intrigued.

He claims that almost all of the relationships he has been in have been polyamorous. He doesn't date many people at once, but he and his girlfriend of the moment will engage in three or more-somes regularly. When he is even interested in a girl he brings up the subject before things get serious. Only if the girl is really special (read: extremely HOT) will he continue to date a girl that wouldn't be interested.

I decided that if I were going to be any part of that situation it would be best to be the "visitor." Of course there's always that chance that feelings could get in the way, which is probably why when he asked me, I was otherwise engaged. :)

Isn't it ironic?

A senator known for supporting a bill that would require people to use hands free devices while talking on the phone crashed her car while she....wait for it.....answered her cell phone! As an added bonus she tried the line, "'You can't talk to me like that, I'm a state senator!" when she was berated by several drivers for running them off the road. Stories like this really make my day. :)

Mizheard Fergie Lyrics

Fergie's "Glamorous"

First off, this song is ridiculous. But I hear it on the radio all the time and find myself attempting to sing along.

I was always confused about two particular lines. The first one is this:

"By the Glamorous, oh the flossy flossy"

When I heard that line I couldn't figure out what the "flossy flossy" part was. Until I looked up the lyrics I wasn't completely sure. So, not knowing what she was saying I would sing the line "flowers and flowers." It made sense to me.

Second line:

"Sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang"

Ok, now this one I knew what she was saying. But every time I hear the song I think she is going to say "when I had a mustache." This also makes sense to me. She is pretty dark, follically speaking. I'm sure she had issues with facial hair back in the day.

Nothing Special

I really don't have one specific subject to talk about, but I wanted to clarify the name of this blog.

I love hearing about run-ins with celebrities where they use the famous line "Don't you know who I am?" This seems to be most popular on shows like Punk'd, but I've heard it used in other, non-provoking real life situations with celebrities as well. I have a collection of news article links where this line has been used saved in a folder on my computer. I know that seems odd, but it's probably not nearly as strange as the notebook where I keep a list of "Best Boy Grips" from every movie I've watched since 1992.

Festivals and Baseball Books

I had to go to a couple local festivals this weekend for my job. The festival I worked on Friday was a large country music festival. It was rather boring. I am not really a fan, and while I wish I could stop stereotyping people, when the stereotype is proven over and over, it's hard not to. I won't go into detail about said stereotypes, but let's just say that the highlight on Saturday was when a penis poked through the back of our tent and someone peed all over an employee. Ok, it was a highlight for me, not so much for the cashier.

Saturday afternoon I had to go to the small local festival and take pictures of our booth and make sure set-up was done properly. Of course, it was not. In fact, when I show one of my co-workers the pictures of the coffee table next to our booth I believe she may have a stroke. She is really a stickler for our "branding."

The highlight at this festival was getting to meet Tom Stanton. He was promoting his latest book "Ty and the Babe." I haven't read this book, but I absolutely loved his book "The Last Season." My favorite Mets fan Eric recommended this book to me last year. He is an avid baseball fan and loves to read books about baseball. He claimed that it was the best baseball book he'd ever read. I haven't read a whole lot of baseball books, but I can tell you that this book was fantastic. If you are a dad, or a son, or even just like baseball, you would enjoy this book. I gave this book to my father for Christmas and he told me that he actually cried during parts of it.

New Orleans Jazz Festival Fun

Last Tuesday my boss and I went down to New Orleans to help set up and work at our tent at the New Orleans Jazz Festival. We left Tuesday around noon and arrived in New Orleans around 5 central time. L had bought me a 10 dollar margarita at Chili's while waiting at the airport and it went right to my head. The plane ride down was not fun.
Tuesday night I went with my boss and two co-workers to a seafood restaurant down the street from our hotel. I am not a seafood fan but I told them that I can always find something else to eat. I had a hamburger while I watched the other three eat crawfish and suck the heads. It was gross!
Wednesday we went out to the fairgrounds which is where the festival is being held. Our tent is huge, and we had a lot of product to fill it. At this point in the week we were supposed to have flooring, lights, and fixtures. The flooring was in, but the fixtures were not quite done and we had no lights, so we were already behind schedule.
We spent the entire day working our asses off. There were only about 10 of us, 5 temps that were hired never showed up. I left that night around 9 pm and felt like I was 80 years old. About 8 of us went out to dinner to another seafood restaurant where I had another margarita and passed out at the table.
Thursday was even worse than Wednesday, we worked very hard physically for about 15 hours. When we got back to the hotel I went right to bed even though I was sweaty and dirty. I made sure to have the maids change the sheets on the bed the next day, it wasn't a pretty sight.
Friday was the first day of the festival. We were still not completely ready. Got there at 8 am and had three hours to do whatever we could to look ready. Things were still not in order. It was not fun trying to help guests (customers for the non-retail people out there) find product that had no rhyme or reason to its placement.
Saturday was a bit better, L told me that for all my hard work that I could take an extra day off this week. (Really, it's not that generous, I had just racked up about 20 hours of comp time by Saturday night and don't really need permission to use it, but whatev.) I took a couple of hours and walked around the festival grounds ate some of the local fare (I did not try the cheesy crawfish bread everyone was raving about) and listened to some music.
I have a completely new appreciation for cajun/zydeco music, as well as jazz. The band Calexico was there. That was pretty cool, they have 3 or 4 songs on the Happy Endings soundtrack, so I had heard them before. (Great movie btw, I've got one of the songs Maggie G. sang on my page right now)
Sunday was a very short day. L and I went to the French Quarter for breakfast at Croissant d'Or (didn't want to go to Cafe du Monde) and showed up at the tent around 11. We were leaving for the airport at 1:30, so we did a little bit of work but mostly walked around the festival.
All in all it was a great trip. I got a nice tan :), ate at two AMAZING restaurants (Brennan's and the Commander's Palace) where my two meals alone cost more than I spend in 3 weeks on groceries.
I met some very cool people that work out of our Nashville's stores as well as some temps that we had hired just for this event. I missed going out with them to Bourbon St. on Saturday because I was at the very shee-shee (not sure how you spell that saying, but you get the drift) restaurant with our VP. I was pretty sad about missing out on that fun, but when I got to work on Tuesday I found out that they are sending us back this weekend! So I will definitely be spending one night getting completely plotzed on Bourbon St. I hope I make it back home on Tuesday, my flight leaves at 8 am!