Friday, December 31, 2010

How to Kill the Mood 101

Text from the boy: 
"Please be careful tomorrow, and keep an eye out for dbags. I kinda (much more than kinda) like you and would give pretty much anything to kiss you at midnight tomorrow night..."

Without thinking...my reply: 
"Oh, you wouldn't want to do that. The last boy I kissed at midnight was in federal prison three weeks later." 

Bahahahaha. Ooops. Anyway, happy new year! Xoxo. 

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Oh about the motorcycle...

Totally forgot to elaborate on that, but I'm seriously considering getting a motorcycle for next summer. True story: I absolutely cannot afford nor need a car but I would LOVE the ability to ride away somewhere fun and scenic. Nothing croch-rocketesque, but something more along the lines of a 60s Triumph.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

I'm Considering a Motorcycle

God has a ridiculous sense of humor. Like, for real. This is a long story that might disappear off the blog at any moment -- so take some notes if you're interested in retaining the details. Let us begin at the beginning:

I graduated from college around two o'clock on a very rainy and chilly afternoon last May. After the standard photos and congratulations, I spent most of the day trying to figure out how to pack four-years worth of crap into six suitcases. That evening, after a fine dinner out with my parents and friends, KM and I picked up some energy drinks and headed back to campus to celebrate the proper way. The irony of this whole thing is a bit surreal to me, but I love telling long stories to make short points, so please stick it out. Our campus has this blue sidewalk where each year, seniors sign their messages before leaving. SC and I had missed ours because we were up to no good with KM in Indiana at the Vera Bradley outlet sale, but lucky for us her fabulous boyfriend has snagged us a paint-pen. For weeks, we hadn't found a good time to sign, but seeing as how graduation night was out last chance...we had to do it then. We were liquid at this point and gathering our boys from their frat house, a group of us set off towards the sidewalk.

MH & CK (you'll remember them from this post), SC, her boyfriend, myself and two random alumni ventured up the Hill that night. Half-way there, SC and I decided that the boys were too drunk to not write completely inappropriate things on the sidewalk so we pretended to lose the pen and proceeded to stage a photo-shoot involving various campus statues. Who knew Thomas Jefferson liked Miller High Life? So, anyway, one of these said alumni is cute. Per my usual college shenanigans (haha, who am I kidding, they've hardly ended in college), he and I end up kissing behind central hall. I learn later that MH is not only his younger brother, but that MH had encouraged him to make a move, then persuaded the group to abandon us on the Hill. After Central Hall, we try unsuccessfully to steal bicycles, harass freshman dormitories, and ultimately end up jumping a fence at the college preschool to break-in to the playhouse. (Yeah. True story, I ripped the back pocket of my favorite jeans on that damn fence.) The story continues, but to say the least, the night was an excruciatingly perfect finish to my four years there. Photos and video exist by request only.

I realize that I sound like the captain of team slut here, but to be perfectly honest: one...I'm not, and two...I pretty much figured that this particular boy would saunter out of my life the way the rest have. Not in a hurtful or dramatic fashion, but those of you who know me are also quite aware that I've had a number one for many years.

The Govnah and I have quite the history, little of which needs to get rehashed here. He and I have spoken twice since I moved out east; both times he called me. Neither one of these phone-calls conjured up the butterflies that his caller ID used to, a fact that I took a lot of pride in. Finally, the healing process had started.

With everything that had changed: new job, new environment, amazing life -- how could it not? Suddenly I have the world at my fingertips, and one of the very last things on my mind are a marriage and family. Those things will happen later. However, this does nothing to change the fact that finding out about the Govnah's nuptials left me feeling like someone had dropped an anvil on my chest.

I suppose this is what I get for checking Facebook at work, but seriously, what the fuck? I promise I wasn't stalking -- well, at least it didn't start that way. It began with a photo on my newsfeed and ended with me finding photos of the wedding on his brother's profile page. Does anything in-between really matter? No. In the two conversations we've had in the last few months he explained that he was in the midst of starting a non-profit investigative journalism school for college students with the young woman who made waves a few years back when she dressed up as a hooker to expose voter fraud in acorn offices throughout the country.

Turns out this woman is now Mrs. Govnah.

Its not odd or surprising that he neglected to mention this to me; I think we both know it was unnecessary. Shocked, I stared at my screen for minutes, then I did what any hot-blooded girl would do: I searched through all the pictures to see a close-up of her ring (tragically unavailable), stepped out of my office, called my best friend (cried), called my mom (cried), stepped into the bathroom, cleaned up my act, touched up my make-up and carried on with my day. Oh, and somewhere in there, I penned a blog post.

Having had a few days to consider all of this, I gotta say, I think I dodged a bullet on this one. Moreover, I have some advice: if you ever find yourself in a similar situation, I suggest you hold yourself together long enough to get to the company Christmas party, where you proceed to drink loads of expensive wine and then win an iPad. I dunno, it made me feel better.

Also, that boy, the one who I imagined would just up and blow away like a snowflake? Well, one week after graduation he called himself an idiot for not getting my number, and actually, he actually hasn't gone anywhere since. Anywhere that is, except DC, where he has visited me...twice.

Oh, and here are some songs. Xoxoxo.


Snoop Dog - Wet (Hahaha, yeah, for real)
Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes - Home
Toby Keith - Bullets in the Gun
Marina & the Diamonds - Hollywood
The New Pornographers - Crash Years
Wiz Khalifa - Black & Yellow

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Queen of My Doublewide Trailer

By some strange fluke, a group of us has ended up at a local Irish pub on Tuesdays for about the last month to play bar trivia and soak up one another's company. I'm (proud isn't the right word...pleased?) to say that knowledge of the above country song landed us third place the other night. Larissa, ya feel me on this one, I'm sure, but that is not what I'm here to share today.  

Given the fact that an unusually large percentage of their alumni wind up in this very city, I imagine that it one day occurred to my alma mater that erecting a building here would make sense for a variety of reasons. Three years, millions of dollars, and one large-welcome party later, it opened for business on Friday. Built to serve not only our alumni population, but also the students who venture this way to study throughout the year, its a four-story thing with classic design elements. Basement has classrooms, first floor holds a foyer and large lecture room, up the stairs are offices, third floor library, and fourth floor sitting area and rooftop terrace. Needless to say, the place is beautiful. It looks like they plucked it right off campus and nestled it here.

After a long-winded (though very rah-rah-Constitution) speech from our President, they let us loose on the place to explore and partake, and seriously, given as much money as I owe these people, the very least they can do is let me drink on them once in a while. It was fun, and a very nice opportunity to see several people who I didn't even know were here and lots of the staff with whom I spent four-years working. After the event, I ventured with a few people down to a local bar, where I though we could just catch up and grab some dinner, but as it turned out, we stumbled (not literally, at least, not yet) upon the unofficial after-party.

About thirty people from the opening, most of which were members of my very very favorite fraternity in college (read: there were only four girls there,) had come around to keep the party alive. The mix was eclectic and although I didn't know very many of the people, new friends are good! So, doing the social G&G thing, I met people, made laughs, caught up, blah blah blah.

But really, we all know that if I blogged about every time I went to a bar with people, this thing would be (a) boring and (b) full. So what happened? This! This is what happened:

Sitting to my left was a guy and seriously the first thing out of his mouth is a joke about how I was just another Hillsdale-Daddy's girl-Kappa with her David Yurman on. Three things -- I am not a Daddy's girl. I was not a Kappa. And what kind of boy knows what David Yurman is? I responded with something equally sassy, and after that we were friends. He was cute and flirty...another lawyer! OMG. They are ALL LAWYERS HERE! After the big group paid the tab, he asked me if I could join him at the bar for just one more, and being the girl who's a sucker for flattery, I did.

Our chat continued until...

"Ya, I'm really not a big fan of (insert college president's name here."
"Why? I mean, I don't love the man, but you can't deny that he's smart and good at his job."
"Well, there was just this situation once upon a time."
"Haha, what happened."
"Well... on September 11th...(voice fades)"
Ummmmm, where were you when that happened? Because if you're my age, you were definitely in eighth grade, which would make you approximately nine years younger than the boy sitting across from me. This fact is hysterical to me; I can cannot contain my laughter. Still can't, actually.

Monday, November 29, 2010

What Should I Be Doing? Oh, right, running.

Whatever. I don't feel like it, but I know its what I'll end up doing as soon as I'm done here, so hey, its all good. Hi! Right now I'm listening to the Mumford & Sons album, eating pumpkin fluff, and putting my feet up after a mega long day on the job. Like, woah, today was a total Monday. That said, I have a job and for that I am tres thankful.

So, Thanksgiving in the G&G High-rise was a quiet affair. Madeline took off the Friday before, so for a WHOLE WEEK I had the house to myself. It was kind of amazing. Yes, of course I wish that I could have jet away back home, up to Michigan, or even to some sunshine filled island but, truth be told, it just wasn't in the budget this year. So instead I filled my (almost work-free) weekend with adventures like a bike ride around the city, black Friday shopping, and lots of Netflix. I should probably have taken pictures, and promise I'll try and be better about adding photos to the bloggy-blog, but for now, you're stuck with just a few here and there. Also, its still ridiculously warm here. Chilly at night, but daylight hours top out between fifty-five and sixty degrees. One, I'm in for a rude awakening when I go home for Christmas and two, I miss the snow but I'm very happy about not having to walk through it just yet. Everyone keeps telling me their nightmare stories about last year's "Snowmageddon," and while it sounds like a royal pain...back home we just whip out the tractor and go to work.

Speaking of home and tractors, I put a phone call into my brother the other day. He's good. At this point, I suppose it shouldn't shock me that my parents are still going along with whatever charade he's up to, but seriously! How the hell he is getting away with this, I'll never know. Anyway, this was not the highlight of our conversation, no no. That would be when he told me he wanted to have kids by the time he is ... wait for it ... TWENTY FIVE!! This, this from my brother who turns 21 in just over one month. He want children. Sweet Jesus. I was am shocked. The good news is he plans on finding a wife first.

Moving on, I haven't found a church here that I like, and that bothers me. There is one near my house, but the few times I've been there, it (stop the presses...I switched to Christmas music around paragraph no. two, and now Big Bad Voodoo Daddy's "Last Night [I Went Out with Santa Claus]" is playing. One of my faves. Yay.) just seriously hasn't been what I want out of a mass. The choir has an old-school vibe, but adds these new-age chants to Mass and Sunday's homily was legitimately five minutes long. No good. Several times, I've just trekked up to the Basilica, because, seriously, having the opportunity to worship there is unreal. I could do it every Sunday, but that has its own shortcomings. Church is a communal place, and though beautiful, the Basilica doesn't have the community vibe. Prayers in that department would be much appreciated.

After church this week, Madeline and I showed great restraint in not purchasing a live Christmas tree for our apartment. So tempting! Instead, we let ourselves indulge in some Ethiopian food at a local place on our way home. Everywhere you look around here, there are these amazing little kitchy restaurants with every type of fare you can imagine, and being a creature of habit (read: Chipotle) I don't venture off into the land of the unknown nearly as often as I should. Lucky for me, Madeline is a total foodie. Now, the idea of eating at a restaurant that serves food from a country where a large percentage of the population is starving seems slightly off to me, but I love capitalism, so we went inside. (Note: If I ever write a book, that last sentence is totally going in.) As an appetizer, we ordered veggie sambussas, a deep-fried lentil and spice mixture, and for our main course beef & lamb tibs. For all I know, tibs may be the parts of a cow that they only eat in Ethiopia, but never mind that, it was delicious. They served the dish family style, mixing the beef and lamb and surrounding it with a variety of condiments: the red sauce was a spicy, curry-esque sauce, then potatoes, followed by a lentil chili and yellow smash thing, and finally salted tomatoes. To eat this concoction, pictured above, you tear a strip of injera (picture a sponge-cake shaped like a tortilla and then make it the color of a gray Crayola crayon) and use your hot little hands to pick up everything you'd like to stuff in your mouth. It was soooooo good, and the perfect post-church outing for Miss Madeline and I.

Oh, but before I leave you pretties for the gym, (I'm 99% positive she doesn't read this, but if she does, oh, hey Jess! Congratulations on the kid!) I picked up Jessie's baby gift this weekend. Omg. Love. And seriously, I may be the only of of us that can outfit this tiny being in said outfit. Behold, the prepster child:

Obsessed.

Monday, November 15, 2010

So Miss Madeline and I are

perusing Petfinder.com. This will NOT end well. Seriously, how on EARTH am I supposed to say no!Banks: Beagle, Dog; Arlington, VABruce: Newfoundland Dog, Dog; Bethesda, MDAstro 2 years: Border Collie, Dog; Mclean, VA
Ooooo, my heart hurts. I miss my dog.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Secrets, secrets are SO MUCH FUN!

Since the March on Washington (September 12) ... ie practically the last time I blogged, there has been about 198475298475298745 interesting things have been happening in life. Heres to recording some of them.

For the last two months, our focus has pretty much been on one thing -- the election. There was one tiny little date squeezed in there, but he hasn't called, so I'm going to run with the idea that I've been given the boot. This doesn't bother me. He was cute, yes, and had the body of a guy who rowed crew in college (because, oh wait, HE DID) but seriously, short. And yeah, this is mega vain, but most recently I've learned that I don't really want to compromise on the height front. There really aren't many things I like more than my shoes, most of which just happen to add a considerable height to my frame.

Dear God, please send me a tall future husband. Pretty please. Love, me.
PS-- My life is awesome. Thank you for that. Mad props.

It makes me uncomfortable to be taller than everyone else, but particularly, boys. Anyway moving on, Halloween! Its probably in my top-two holidays, and while I was pretty convinced that the shenanigans would end after college, I'm quite pleased that they haven't. It helps that nearly all of my collegiate influences are out here -- something which I am exceedingly thankful for every time I see them. They're amazing. Together, for Halloween, we were -- hipsters, Harry & Hermione, Uncle Sam & Lady Liberty, Snookie, Rufio (from Hook!), and 80s work-out gurus. There was no trick-or-treating, just a low-key house party with plenty of candy, booze, and laughs.

Two days later, it was game time. Our Washington DC offices served as our foremost headquarters, but we had victory centers scattered all across the US -- Las Vegas, Colorado, West Virginia, Philadelphia, Florida, and South Carolina. Throughout the day, staff and volunteers made thousands of last-minute get-out-the-vote phone-calls and around 5pm the press started to filter in. Then catering arrived. Then booze arrived. Then Mr. & Mrs. Armey arrived. It was a madhouse in the best way possible. Although east-coast polls started to close around 7pm, most of the staff stuck around until well after midnight (when Alaska closed). The last of the press left at 3am...then wrote a rather amazing article about how awesome we are. It was very cool. We got a lot of great press that night, which is always nice, but my favorite aspect of all the stories that came out about us that night was that they really seemed to capture how freaking-awesome our staff really is. This wasn't a sit-around-watch-tv kind of affair, it was a rambunctious, confetti-filled, party that happened to have a focal point. We all work hard, we all play hard, and we all generally like each other. I realize exactly how few other people can say that within their profession. Time Magazine got a pretty good video of the event: http://www.time.com/time/video/player/0,32068,660683925001_2029545,00.html. Note the blue "Chops You Can Believe In" shirts. Haha, yeah, our President has lamb chops -- yeah, we put his face on a shirt. The election was a smashing success, we took back the House and knocked out some key incumbents in the process, but now the work begins.

Part of what we've been planning since September was a post-election retreat that, since its initial planning stages, has been a highly secretive endeavor. Now, event planning has always been one of my very favorite things, so needless to say I was beyond thrilled when our policy analyst tapped me to help organize the retreat.  Our main objective was to bring people together to learn about Austrian economics (free-market), the DC inside-outside game, and other crucial aspects of life on Capitol Hill. The reason for the secrecy? Because all of our invitees were newly-elect members of Congress. I know, I know, that sounds like nothing that needs to be kept under wraps, but we couldn't risk getting scooped or undermined.

Anyway, the retreat took place Thursday-Friday and was nothing short of awesome. Having the opportunity to spend time with newly elect members and get to know them outside of the campaign trail and Capitol was so cool. They're so completely genuine and excited about the opportunities that lay before them. (Please note that I'm refraining from going on political blah blah here and just saying that I'm super pumped.) I'm watching the new 30 Rock as I write this, ironically enough, its a hilarious take on tea-party candidates in Congress.

I got into Baltimore for the retreat on Wednesday, and I gotta say, you know you're dropping a dump-truck full of cash somewhere when you check-in to the hotel and theres a cheese and fruit plate in your hotel room with a signed, personalized, note from the general manager. Woah.

But thats not the most awesome thing that happened this weekend.

Once Thursday morning rolled around, our entire office and most of the newly-elect members were fielding phone calls from the press about what we were doing in Baltimore, who was there, what our agenda was, why we'd kept it secret, etc. By that point, there was no reason for the secrecy anymore, so our communications director decided to handpick his favorite journalists and invite them to a press junket featuring the new members and staff on Friday.

After going through the morning program, I escorted all the new members down to the conference where CNN, FoxNews, Wall Street Journal, Washington Post, and the New York Times were all waiting. They chat, they woo, they do their thing -- and the next thing I know, communications director is standing in front of me being like...uhhh, are you okay with being in the NYT?

-Why?
-Well, you know how you were standing with the guy in the bowtie and Julia (the girl in the patterned wrap dress?
-Yeah...
-Well, the NYT guy leaned over to me and mentioned something about how the three of you look like you just popped out of the Kennedy administration. Then he laughed and said that the young GOP is bringing style back to the party and he wants to publish the photo.

My life is perfect.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Cha-ching-cha-ching-cha-ching.

It is really difficult to describe what I do without sounding like either a stalker or a money-fiend, but I promise you that I am neither. What I enjoy most about my industry is the ability and opportunity to build relationships with people, and over the course of the last month, I have had several really great opportunities to do what I love. Yay.

So having met lots of people in the last few weeks, I wrote several of them letters that not only thanked them for coming but also expressed my joy (that word sounds super cheesy) in getting to finally meet the people behind our organization.

On Thursday, one of these notes netted us $3000.

I made my first money!! Ahhhh!!

So pumped.

Blessed like whoa

It took me about three and a half years of college to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, and even then, it wasn't really a light-bulb-esque epiphany as much as it was a gentle realization that I knew what I wanted and was lucky enough to have an opportunity to pursue it.

Despite this realization, however, I chose to apply for a variety of jobs outside of what I believe (as of today) to be my vocation. Several of these evolved into second and third interviews, and a couple of them were actually quite promising. One of these in particular was a journalism position in Ohio, I mean, yeah, it was Ohio, and I certainly liked journalism, but lets get serious, I'm not particularly passionate about the Midwest or writing for a living.

There were two positions available, and when a friend and I drove down to interview, the President offered her a job on the spot and then later awarded the second position to another friend of mine, an econ major with zero journalism experience.

I was devastated.

But God does everything for a reason.

In July, not only did I hit the jackpot in terms of doing what I love, but I also work in a genuinely amazing office. We're all pretty young. We all love the movement. Work hard, play hard. Rah rah freedom. Moreover, last night, the econ major who had landed the Ohio job with no experience Facebook chatted me to warn me that not only does she hate working there, that my other friend had quit the week before and they were again looking to fill the position.

And then it occurs to me that I'm blessed, like whoa. I love my job. I love what I do. I love who I work with. I love my friends. I love where I live. And lawyer is moving here on October 8.