The memory card on my camera has reminded me of a couple of things to post about. That and my mom. “When are we going to see a picture of Tom’s new car on the blog?”
This photo makes me chuckle because the sales guy was all in our face about taking a photo of us. We finally cut him off after two photos. Just the keys thanks. Tom and I are so happy with our respective cars. He didn’t officially name his car yet, but I call her Shorty, cause she’s the other woman now.
Another post that never happened is that I was on the radio. A friend of mine is the board president of the local Sexual Assault and Crime Victims Assistance Program and they were promoting the Walk a Mile in Her Shoes event. They asked my friend to represent the organization on air and she asked me to go with her. It was a seven minute interview in which I said three words. But it was still fun to be in the studio and watch it all go down. And the walk was a huge success and an amazing event.
Last but not least the memory card reminded me about Friday night. The pics from my night out, all of which are very fuzzy in my actual memory, won’t be posted here. Mainly because I just don’t look that good (or sober) in any of them. I was out to win a pair of Madonna tickets to her concert Wednesday at the Roseland Ballroom in NYC. Eight hours into the night, many margaritas later, and with only one friend still standing by my side, I didn’t win. The whole contest was a bit of a disaster. In the sense that it never happened. Rather at 1:30 in the morning a name was pulled at random in which the person selected did not have to be present (not the way I was told it would go down – at all). The night went on way too long to walk away with nothing but a hangover.
Oh wait, I also found this picture of our fat dog Chyna on the couch…
