today at bunco I learned

01Feb09

1. almost all my neighbor ladies are teachers or teacher’s aids. 2 teach special needs children (bless them), 1 is a dept chair, and they all think i am a teacher. which leads to “oh. why does the american bar association need a graphic designer” and “you work how far away” or my favorite “what’s a graphic designer…sounds interesting…so (insert name here and look away from me) I almost called you yesterday for a play date with (insert kids name here)
2. all my neighbor ladies are moms. i’m the only 1 that’s not squeezed a baby out my vag. I also have no reason to be tired at 11 pm because i don’t have kids draining my energy and hanging on my limbs.
3. 11 pm is way past my bed time and since i missed it i am now wired
4. there is a white pick-up truck in the neighborhood between 10-11 pm suspected of making drug deals…apparently i can see him from my loft. i’ll be on the lookout
5. my neighbors husband pooped his pants last time he had the flu. laughter ensues.

also noted. bunco rules … BYO drink. i brought my delicious warm chai tea and finished it up by round 2. by the end of round 3 i’m thirsty and all that’s offered is sprite and it’s gross. sweet, but salty, and thick. my teeth felt gross after my first sip. and the aftertaste (shiver). 1 month no pop and i’m disgusted with it. I did notice throughout the month there were a few times where I craved a coke a simply desired a glass while eating pizza. Let’s see how February goes.

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