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Praise His Light, Country Boys!

It has been a hot sec since I talked about boys. I know! It’s like I don’t even care about boys anymore. LOL good one. This is obvs not true, but really I’ve just been busy being busy and have had no time to chat about trife boy stuff aside from my Valentine’s Day diatribe, which wasn’t so much about boys as it was about dating. Anyhoozies. I am bringing boys back to this blog, and much like how Justin brought sexy back, it’s kind of like they never left.

Did you know that Raleigh-Durham is the number 5 city / metropolitan area for young singles? I know, right! High five to me for picking this place to establish residency again. Raleigh is also ranked as the number 4 city for dating! Um, oh my gah! Am I in the right place or what! And guess who’s already had 2 dates after being here for less than 3 weeks? This girl. That’s right. Who’s shocked? No one. And you’re shocked even less now that you have this scientific information about Raleigh. If I can’t find a date in this place, then I’m just doomed and/or need a makeover and/or need a new personality. I mean really.

So after learning this fantabulous news, I immediately am happier to be in this city and be single. There’s a light at the end of the solo tunnel, at last. But then, is it really that terrible to be single? Is it really miserable and lonely? Is it so desperately depressing to be without a one and only? And the answer, ladies and gentlemans, is no. It’s actually quite liberating. It’s freeing. I have my own schedule. I do what I want when I want to do it. But then, it wouldn’t be so terrible to go on a couple dates. Maybe have some cutie patootie that calls every so often to catch a movie, be his date to a wedding, or go to a dinner party.

But in a world where people around me are dropping like flies to the institution we call “marriage,” and other less official institutions called “serious relationships,” being a single girl is really kind of a downer. Think about it. I can think of greater than 5 instances recently in which I have been not invited to something due to the fact that, well, who will she bring with her? I can also say that I am guilty of doing this to people. In fact recently I invited Ms. Foxy to a charity event because my family had an extra ticket and she was the only person I could think of that would be available to come by herself. “Go ahead and say it,” she told me, “I’m the only one you could find who’s single.” Guilty. But then, I only had a date because my friend’s parents were also attending. So really, is no date better than a pity date?

Other times it stinks to be single: New Year’s Eve. No one in their right mind likes to be dateless or single on NYE. It is the worst. This is possibly the one night of the year where ladies get all dressed up and pretty and everyone consumes copious amounts of alcohol whilst counting down the minutes to the one moment where you all shout, smile, and then kiss your boo. What does one do who is without a boo? Smile awkwardly and drown in champagne during the moment of relative silence that follows the “Happy New Year!” while everyone is sucking face. Oh and if you’re with friends, you get a cutesy kiss on the cheek and a hug. Fun. Tell me all single girls love this and I will tell you I just gave myself a buzz cut.

Additionally, though less comical than NYE, it stinks to be single at company holiday parties. Not only do they tend to be slightly awkward (at least until more alcohol is consumed to loosen everyone up), if you work in a corporate Amurica office like mine, everyone is married and brings their spousal unit. Leaving you to huddle with the other interns or weird 50+ -year-old bachelors. Good times. I’d rather bring my mother than go alone to these things.

Wedding season also sort of stinks for single people. I think this needs no further explanation.

Anyway. I successfully digressed from the point of this post, which is that I am in the perfect city for dating and I couldn’t be more thrilled with the dating record I’ve already started. Three cheers for me. Additionally I heard a rumor that not only is Raleigh a great city for young singles and dating, but there are more young men here than young women. Extra points. AND the young men are of the “country boy” variety who are college educated and enjoying the numerous cultural experiences to be had in Raleigh. More points. It is a little known fact (LOL little known fact indeed) that country boys are my favorite kind of boy. And to clarify, I use “boy” loosely, and really actually mean “man.” It’s implied. Three cheers again. Any sad single girls out there should get thee to Raleigh asap so you can party with me and we can get coupled up on the quick with a cultured, college educated, country MAN who loves his momma and thus will treat you like a queen. Trust.

Keep on keepin on, ladies. Don’t let wedding season get you down. Get some cute shoes and own the singleness, then pick your favorite gay friend and take him to all the weddings. Your friends will be jealous of your glamorous and carefree lifestyle, and soon they will be bogged down with gross things like mortgages while you will only be burdened with things like cab fares, which shoes to wear with that cute dress, and which hot hunk of man to commandeer for your next margarita. High five to you!


Ho hum, time is flying

I absolutely cannot believe that it is November. In just two more short months it will be 2011, which is officially +2 from the year I graduated from college. This is nothing short of depressing and mind blowing and awesome and totally weird at the same time.Things are happening faster than I can say ohmigahd, and before we know it, elections will be over (thank GOD…SO tired of trashy commercials on tv), Thanksgiving will be over, Black Friday will have been endured, and the world will be inundated with the most amazing Christmas gift deals ever. Not to mention the birth of our Lord, my best friend’s 24th birthday (!!), and the ringing in of a new year. Apologies in advance, as I can feel a rambling post coming on. The passing of time has got me all hot and bothered.

This past weekend was Halloween, in case you were hiding in a tomb somewhere and missed a bunch of slutty girls walking around the urban watering holes near you. Even the little girls dress slutty now it seems. And I am proud to say I was one of them! Just kidding. This year my costume was super lame, as I slacked majorly in multiple ways, and I ventured out into the streets of San Francisco as an adorable little bumble bee. It is super easy to make bumble bee antennae out of pipe cleaners (which are now apparently called “fuzzy sticks”…weird) and a headband I already own. Thank you yellow t-shirt and black jeans which I also already own. I even put a sunflower in my hair. I feel like sunflower in hair <> slutty. Anyway. San Fran was awesome, and we encountered many-a-character, some of which could have been confused with the local talent. Quality. Though I believe that this is the case everywhere, as to my knowledge Blacksburg never had a very extensive force of working girls, and on this particular night some people might never know it’s a wholesome little southern town. Pretty much let’s put the word “sexy” in front of any noun and make it a costume. Seriously think about it. I could have foregone pants and donned little black booty shorts and been a “sexy bumble bee.” Cute. Or like the cute chicks we saw on the Bart who were the “sexy three bears.” I mean really. Good idea, but wearing a piece of fabric plus a hat with bear ears is not that creative.

Anyway.  House parties are just as fun as a grown-up as they are in college, if not more fun because the house is not a pile of crap that students have been living in / trashing for the past 20 years. Loads of fun had by all, and even one guy who wasn’t dressed up at all.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, who is super excited for me to be back on the east coast?? Oh oh! Pick me! I am! I must admit, while living on the west coast and enjoying much of what the East Bay and San Fran have to offer, I am missing me some country home. Home cooking and a rotisserie turkey will be SO amazing. I think I am more excited this year than past years. It will be great. Plus being at the Outer Banks with friends and family while eating a lot and doing zero work will be so nice. Minus doing zero work, as I will undoubtedly be working a lot given an inopportune project deadline. But no matter. Doing work on the porch is far superior a situation that sitting in my gray soft-walled box, much as I love it. Sarcasm alert. It will be awesome to feel some real seasons as well. Seasons here seem to be a bit indecisive, as the high tomorrow is 79. Perhaps I’ll have an afternoon by the pool.

You know what else I miss? The Coastal Wind. It seems the winds have died down recently, and I’m thinking that it’s time for them to pick back up again, seeing as it’s fall now and I associate fall with more wind. I think right about now Mr. Smart Pants is saying something like this: “blah blah I’m busy blah yadda yadda, so busy.” Well too bad. We want more winds, coastal style.

Last night I finished watching Inglorious Basterds. It was nothing short of an amazing and awesome film. All characters were funny and well developed. The story line was mind blowing, gratifying, hilarous, sad. Brad Pitt, once again, was awesome and so attractive despite aging and funny 40s style hair. He was a surprisingly convincing country man from the mountains of Tennessee, and I laughed a bunch whenever he was on screen. Shoshanna / Emmanuelle was without a doubt the best character. She kicked ass. Totally loved it.

THE GIANTS ARE WORLD CHAMPIONS!!! It is funny that I’m so excited about this since I’m such a recent fan convert, but the energy here after this awesome series win is pretty contagious. I’ve gone from an eh fan to a huge fan. Winning does that I suppose. Driving through the dub-C last night was like driving through Blacksburg after a huge win. People dancing in the streets, yelling, spilling beer on each other. So awesome. GO GIANTS. Don’t tell Grandad.

I am finally visiting Alcatraz this weekend. Super stoked to see THE ROCK which I feel should always be written in caps like that. To me it implies Sean Connery’s funny voice saying it.

Like I said, rambling post. Happy Tuesday, chickens. Keep up the sass, and make yo mama’s proud.