Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Glass Half Full (Of Wine.)

I’m ready for it to be Friday already. Today didn’t start off super great. First it was cold on my morning jog. Then the wind blew my hat off. Then I had to soak pots and pans from last night’s dinner because we were too lazy to do it last night. Mostly because it didn’t turn out so well, so we never returned to the kitchen for seconds. Stupid Campbell’s soup recipe.

Then I had weird G-rated dreams about Playboy bunnies. (Is that an oxymoron?) I think those were induced by the story we saw on E! last night about Hugh Hefner. Like many bored Americans, I went through a phase where watching The Girls Next Door was my guilty pleasure. I finally quit watching it, because I really despise everything the porn industry stands for. That, and they only show the same four episodes over and over. So while a couple years ago I would have gone straight past any story about the creator of Playboy magazine with barely a condescending sneer, I actually watched the whole damn program last night. And my heart kind of went out to Holly Madison, because I think it really sucks that her “career” probably peaked while she was depicted as one of many vapid clone-like girlfriends of a geriatric pervert. I’d like to think she’s a really nice person in real life, with perhaps an affinity for a really good chardonnay. When she did finally pose nude, it was for an ad for PETA. I support PETA! I hope things turn out o.k. for you, Holly, though we’ll probably never get to know.

But the day’s gotten better. I discovered a stash of Cheetos in the cupboard. Yay lunch! I’m going to a movie night at a friend’s house tonight. And some of our best friends just found out they’re having a little girl, and we’re really hoping they might name her Funasaurusette. Le sigh.

Also, I’ve just been assigned to go on a work trip NEXT WEEK that may bring in some more of the type of work that I actually want to do. (I know it’s surprise, but I really, really loathe the spreadsheets. Anything that’s not spreadsheets is great.) So I went and got myself a plane ticket on a stupidly small plane, and will need to procure some sort of legal knock-me-out-so-don’t-go-batshit-crazy-on-said-bitty-plane drug in the meantime.

6 comments:

Nick, Holly & Maren said...

Sounds like we'll have to figure out how to squeeze lunch in next week?
I never watch that show, either, and still I read the stuff about how she broke up with him. Dirty old man, still made me sad because he kept calling her the love of his life. Seeing that he's been around for a million years, that's really quite something, dontcha think?

Yoga Gal said...

It's better to have a half glass of wine then an empty glass of wine. My gulity TV pleasures are "Mad Men", "True Blood" and "Project Runway".

Wickedly Scarlett said...

I still watch The Girls Next Door because... I am lame. It's not the same anymore though, knowing that they're all splitting up and going their separate ways. I'll probably delete the season pass soon, but it's always taken me a while to get up the courage to dump anyone... Anyway, I think the guilty pleasure mantle has passed on to Gossip Girl. Chuck is a way more fascinating pervert than Hef.

Imez said...

"Like many bored Americans, I went through a phase where watching The Girls Next Door was my guilty pleasure."

Wow, that is so succinct. Yes, that was totally me. But after awhile it got so...sorted. How those three women are required to be happy, never complain, never fuss or have any personal expressions. Barbie dolls clear through to the soul.

I liked Holly best too.

Drofen said...

Yay for cheetos!

Diane said...

At this point, I think Hef just watches . . .