I am addicted to The West Wing. Yep, "hello my name is Kat and I'm a West Wing addict". It's true. What a great show! Have managed to avoid all episodes on tv for years even after hearing such great things about it but finally caved once I realized all my cheesy reality shows were ending for the season (shut it!) and what the hell would I do with all my evenings this summer? (damn single life). So I checked out Season 1 from the library and have been held hostage ever since. In fact, just finished the first season this weekend and am now on edge that I won't be able to get my hands on Season Two for awhile (come onnnnn you fellow library West Wing watchers .... turn your dvds back in already so some other people can watch them for pete's SAKE! SHEESH! :)). ESPECIALLY with the cliff hanger at the end of season one! HOLY SCHNICKETY!
I have officially finished that blue scarf I have been working on for oh.... forever! Hallelujah! I can now move on with life!!!!!! :)
I have been to a Hooter's restaurant ... yes, I have. Check*. What's that?! You're asking "Why would a heterosexual woman who enjoys decent food go to a Hooter's restaurant???". That's a valid question, dear blog reader, a very valid question. And now having been there I can answer with a definitive "beats the hell outta me" ...lol. Especially after perusing the menu. I mean, if ever you NEED greasy chicken wings or shriveled hot dogs (insert your own joke here) then by all means Hooter's is the place. But women, never let a man try to convince you to go there because "the food is good". Nope. Don't buy into that one. And be forewarned that the waitresses are YOUNG. Holy CRAP! I actually sat there and did the math and realized that I am in fact old enough to be the majority of their mother (granted, I'da had to be pretty dang slutty in high school ... but the fact that it was biologically possible was depressing enough!). Yep. When the hell did that happen by the way? When did I get old? I don't feel old. And yet, sitting there at da Hooter's doing the math ... apparently I AM old. And when did the waitstaff not have to be 21 to serve alcohol?? We even asked our waitress about it**. (Is that just an Oregon thing??) There were certainly interesting patrons there though. The 60+ old men kinda creeped me out but this one guy ... who I affectionately labelled Elvis .... wore leather pants, a wrinkly shirt, funky sunglasses and STOOD the entire time he was eating. I'm just bummed his picture didn't come out well enough to do him justice! (dang camera phones)
Dang it! I thought there was some other tidbit I wanted to share with ya'll but it has slipped my mind (see? I AM old!). So instead, I will leave you with this profundity I found (where else?) on Craigslist this morning. This is from a gentleman seeking a woman. And he states:
I have not been really close to that many girls I have not dated so this will be an interesting experiment.
Does ANYBODY know what the hell that means?! I seriously don't know if I'll be able to get any work done today as my mind continues to ponder it! I mean, have I been traipsing through life oblivous to the fact that I was SUPPOSED to be close to men I haven't dated? What about men I haven't met yet or don't even know exist yet? Are those the ones I should be closest to? I'm just so confused! Maybe I'll get some chocolate and see if that brings any better clarity!
*that's me checking it off my "places I've seens - things I've done" list.
** Buck will deny that he started out the conversation to our waitress with "Speaking of hooters..." but for the sake of this blog I'm sticking with it!! ...lol.