Oh Christmas Tree

I am so excited, we got our christmas tree on saturday. Its so pretty, we named it Piney (well, I named it and Amy allowed it without feeling the need to call me crazy for doing so). Piney came from a tree farm in Holland (NY, that is). It was the first tree we saw, and we loved it... tall and slim, just how we like our men. hehe. Our first issue was fitting it in the back of my truck (SUV, whatever). We got it in there, but the point was sticking in between the front seats and was very distracting. Amy began to sneeze because of the overwhelming combination of the pine smell and my heater. In the attempt to get the tree up the stairs into our apartment, I tripped on the door entrance, we ran the top of the tree into the wall, ran the stem of the tree into the wall (which made a lovely brown line on the wall that we will never admit to), and literally almost peed our pants. I spose you had to see us to find it amusing, but it was. Amy's dad had to come over to actually put the tree in the stand for us... yes, I am an engineer, and no, I couldnt put the tree in the stand. So, we put it up, decorated it, and its so pretty! yay! Moral of the story: If you ever want something moved/carried/put up and dont want it broken... dont ask me to do it. =)

Jess is coming home in like one day!! So excited!

Gay or Straight?

So friday night after getting in some quality family time for my brother's birthday, I came back to the apartment. When my roommate got home, we decided that we needed to get a drink (after all, its friday, what else would we do?). So we ventured out to a new bar called Flannery's to meet a few friends.

We got there, and when we walked in, we were given the illusion that there were many cute boys there, which we enjoyed. Unfortunately, after taking a closer look, we noticed that they were not actually cute. It was like the twilight zone... they look normal, until you get closer and realize they are all mutants =P. So anyways, the only guy we find to be somewhat attractive is the bartender. So, we belly-up to the bar and order some drinks to scope him out. After watching him for about a half hour, we begin to wonder.... is this guy straight? So... the ball bounced back and forth over the net for a while... his frat-boy type friends came in and they were all yelling profanities, which led us toward the hetero, but then that was immediately negated when my juke box selection, "its raining men" came on, and he began to dance. Quite the quandry. On top of this dilemma was the question of his age. He looked about 19, but acted older. Anyways, at the end of the night I chatted with him for about ten minutes. Not only was he straight, but he was 32! Oy, were my senses ever off! So, if you see me in a bar hitting on an 80 year old woman, politely pull me aside and say "Becky, it really isnt a 25 year old man in an old lady suit!"

The Chinese guys at the Table

So, all week there have been these six guys from Hong Kong in our office at work. In total, I have probably spent about... ninty percent of my time this week with said guys. Meetings, dinners, excursions and the like. They are all very nice, and, besides the hard-to-understand, broken english there shouldn't be any problems, right? Ooooh, but there are...

You see, these guys aren't always speaking english. I will ask them a question, or make a comment, and they all turn to each other and comment on my comment.. in Cantonese! It seems that my Cantonese is not as great as it should be, so of course, I cant understand a word they are saying. At first, it didnt bother me... then the laughing began. I would make a comment, or say something, and they would break into their normal chinese banter. But then, they would look at me, and start laughing! Smiling, and laughing at what I can only assume was ME! I got sick of this reeeal quick. Then the one time they did it, I politely asked "What are you laughing at?" The one guy decides he is going to try to explain to me, but he is almost in tears from laughing so hard that the once hard to understand accent has now become completely foreign. So after he calms down, he tells me that they were talking about taking me to a strip club when I go to Hong Kong in a couple of months. So, this freaks me out a little and at the same time confirms that they actually have been talking about me in another language! ugh.

Anyways, last night I went to dinner with them, my boss, and a couple other guys that I work with... nice restaurant, everyones drinking, having a good time. Somehow it comes up that they want to find me a nice Chinese boyfriend when I come over there. My boss, out of the blue says "I am stepping in as the dad here... no Asian boyfriends for Becky". Ok, so now this weirdness has spread to my boss becoming involved in my personal life. The odd dinner continued when the one guy proceeds to fall asleep at the table!! For a half hour! He just slept there while everyone mocked him, and took pictures of him with five empty wine bottles and the waitress. =P I wish I had a sharpee, I would have drawn on his face! (a la Beta Theta Pi style). So regardless, the night ended, and I was sufficiently weirded out.. but it was damned funny anyways.

Ok, late breaking news: I just got an email from this semi-skeevy guy I work with that I play soccer with on Fridays for work. He dropped off a form for me while I wasnt in my office, so, I sent him an email to thank him. He sends on back that says... "Sure, for you anything =) " Eew.. I wanna go home!


T-minus 15 days 'til Christmas!!

Well this should be interesting

Let me begin by stating... I am not a writer. I never have been, never will be. But, Jess has inspired me to write my life online so that people who I have never met can mock me =P . I don't know exactly how to start this thing. "Once upon a time" perhaps?

I am at work right now... so that indicates how big of a procrastinator I am. Not only did I take the time to create a blog, I also have taken time to write in it. Lovely. I make toys for a living. Its fun, but its no "Big". Tom Hanks' job definitely would have been better.

I finally have an apartment, so thats nice. My roommate and I feel as though we should live in an assisted living facility because we act like idiots constantly. My friends are the best people on the planet, but thats a given. My family is about as good as it gets. So, minus the large gap left by the man I don't have, life is good.

Lastly, I will explain my blog title. First of all, for anyone that knows me, it is clear the extent to which I love Def Leppard. The CD has a constant place in my car's CD changer, and is only removed when I need to bring it inside for more listening pleasure. Secondly, the song in question is my favorite "going out" song, hands down. I loathe all bars that do not have it in the Juke Box. It is also a ringer on my cell phone. But really, the inspiration comes from just last nite: My roommate and I decided we would go out for a quick drink before the Queer Eye Christmas special. We went to the Buffalo Sports Garden, sat down, got a drink. As we got our second round, a man walks in with karaoke equipment. We are of course, intrigued. Ame (my roomie) sees a man across the bar that she thinks is cute. Said man walks up to the karaoke man and puts in a request... of course, we decide to wait it out to see him and his friend perform. Their turn comes up, and we assume there will be a rousing rendition of "Baby Got Back", or "Friends in Low Places" to follow their arrival. Much to my surprise (and enjoyment), the song comes on and I hear "Step inside, walk this way...". I almost had a heart attack. I immediately decided that the man Ame was eyeing was her soulmate, and we proceeded to sing out loud with the vivacious boys. After the song was over, we finished our beers and left, so glad that we decided to wait it out for the performance. So, today, I am inspired by the karaoke boys, and their mutual love of Def Leppard.

I know you are all just so excited... but hey, it made my day! Ok, its time to leave work now... right now...