<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:55:16.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Girl In Town</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-8006266620271359946</id><published>2008-04-20T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:22:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been a While...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, but no one reads this thing anyway, its just an excuse not to do my Spanish homework. A lot has changed but the long and short of it is that we are in the process of buying a condo in UA (we close in May), we got dog, Stella, (I cant remember if my last post was before or after that occurence) and shes a year old now. Im working for the CMC and Rigsbys (but may have  a prospect for a new bar gig soon) and Ms. KSol visited Columbus for ONE night on Thursday and made my YEAR! Also, Chris got a new job in January and will be getting a promotion and major raise soon, and Lax season has started again so hes back into that.&lt;br /&gt;    Funny story: On thursday JLynn and I went to bar louie in easton waiting until KSol called. We had intended to go to Bon Vie or some other a little more classy place but everything was closed, oh well. KSol called me and while I was giving her directions on where to go some guy SAT on top of Jlynn in her seat and was hitting on her!!! I told him to go the fuck away, but we moved to the high top tables by the bar anyway. While we were sitting in our new seats some drunky drunk guy kept coming over and would NOT go away, and I was just not having it. At one point he was making some comment about how Jlynn looked like my  mom or vice versa. UGH. The barback (shout out!) kicked him away, but he left his cell on our table...so I threw it in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;KSol came and we were all out until 2am and I was exhausted! But ill deal with it for a once in a lifetime opp to see her!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Ill remember to update this thing and keep everyone (no one?) posted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-8006266620271359946?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/8006266620271359946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=8006266620271359946' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/8006266620271359946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/8006266620271359946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been a While...'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-352016298096074042</id><published>2007-06-15T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:16:19.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>Chris was supposed to be driving back today but couldnt get a ferry off the island because of some wedding. He said he made a reservation for the 7am ferry tomorrow. I miss him, I wish he was on his way now. His phone doesnt work, which also sucks. Ive been hanging out with Nicole after work, we went to Out R Inn right down the street last night and the night before. We made friends with everyone, I like the place, its going to suck to move.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of moving, I actually am really excited. We are doing out walkthrough some time Sunday. I love the place.&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to be getting the puppy next week. I am SO excited. My mom actually came up with the best name, Midori. Except I think Im going to change it to Mydory and we can call her Dory for short!&lt;br /&gt;New menu at worthington, we get to taste it all today, Im excited. They are also changing from tip checks to getting our tips at the end of the night, which I am excited about. Its strange though, DC is going the opposite way. And it cracks me up to remember Omer going "everyones doing it, get used to it" when Melih would steal all of the bar/server money and give them some bullshit check at the end of each night. What the fuck do they know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-352016298096074042?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/352016298096074042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=352016298096074042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/352016298096074042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/352016298096074042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-5502154285282805491</id><published>2007-06-10T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T13:11:08.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>So my birthday has come and gone without much pomp or circumstance. I worked at Worthington on Friday, got out about 11pm and chris and i and nicole, nick and kyle went to mad mex for mexican and margaritas. I gave Nicole my fake ID and she used it with no problem. We celebrated, washington apple shots around, sangria for nicole and I to share and then a mango margarita. Excellente. Saturday I woke up and went to bartend lunch for a few hours at Worthington. It was uneventful and I cleaned. I tried to get to Easton for shopping for like an hour and got lost for an hour before I got there. I didnt find anything, I looked for a robe for Nicoles graduation party which is today. We decided to give her the VS bag and stuff and get the other girl an Itunes gift card and some other bath &amp;amp; body works stuff. After I got back we went to the Burgundy room. We tried to go to this other place, Rigsbys, but they werent open until later because of a wedding. Chef said the food at Rigsbys was better but I have no complaints about Burgundy Room. I had the beef carpaccio and braised short ribs, both were excellent. To start we had a bottle of Rose champagne and then I realized that they had ARGYLE! But it was only the 375ml so we shared that for our second round of tapas. We finished with a flight of late harvest wines, an excellent choice. The bartender brought me out our chocolate mousse with a candle and comped the dessert which was super nice.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the guys place, there wasnt much going on. Nicole and a few others were there but it was uneventful so we went to chris' parents house (they already left for daufuskie). Sarah was there, she left today at 5am to drive to the island. Nicole, Nick, Chris and I just watched some movies in the basement before I totally passed out. Nicole left before we woke up to go to some graduation party this morning. We woke up and made omlets and screwdrivers and mimosas. Chris and I took a bubblebath in the jacuzzi, it was an excellent morning. We are just sitting here watching Hanibal and chilling before Nicoles graduation. Chris leaves on tuesday with nick to drive to Daufuskie so ill be all alone :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-5502154285282805491?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/5502154285282805491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=5502154285282805491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/5502154285282805491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/5502154285282805491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-3703539742544533488</id><published>2007-06-05T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:47:38.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.5 Days Until 21!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrhqfE9xDsc/RmXNZPHCShI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gnsbh0-VBKg/s1600-h/P1000514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrhqfE9xDsc/RmXNZPHCShI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gnsbh0-VBKg/s320/P1000514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072686388739197458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I havent written in like 3 days but Chris' internet connection wont let me upload, sign into gmail, or shop online, its annoying.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday Nick, Nicole and I went to Chris' kids lax game. It was raining, they started like 30 mins late but we got to get taco bell before. They started really strong, keeping it point to point until the 3rd. Their goalie that I love, Tony Ward, got hit in the throat with a ball at the end of the 3rd quarter and was down for a minute but ran back in like a champ. They fell behind after that, the game ended up 7-4 Mariemount. I know they were disappointed but they really did play amazingly. Chris' parents and sister and aunt were at the game, I met them all briefly and Sunday Chris' mom called and invited us to dinner that night and we went. Well I met the parents, they werent so scary and I think they like me. Sarah likes me, she invited me to Daufuskie like 10 minutes after meeting me. Dinner was great and I'm really trying to go to Daufuskie next week.&lt;br /&gt;I had a second job interview at the Worthington Inn and I got the job. I start tomorrow, but they know about my birthday and I mentioned going to Daufuskie next week and they seem fine about it. It seems like a really good place.&lt;br /&gt;Chris got my diamond mounted in a setting and gave it to me yesterday (see photo). Its amazing. Everyone stares.&lt;br /&gt;We are doing a walkthrough for our apartment sometime in the next 2 weeks, Im excited to move in. Chris and I went to the JCP Furniture Outlet...I mean WOW my head almost exploded because of how cheap stuff was. We are definitely going there for furniture. Its like a leather couch for like $85!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today we are definitely drinking because tomorrow I work (eventhough the latest Ill get out of work each night like 12:30a). We will probably hang out with the guys and stuff. But its too bad because Thursday is the Lax banquet and Ill have to miss it for work, but Ill deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-3703539742544533488?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/3703539742544533488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=3703539742544533488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/3703539742544533488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/3703539742544533488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/06/35-days-until-21.html' title='3.5 Days Until 21!'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FrhqfE9xDsc/RmXNZPHCShI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gnsbh0-VBKg/s72-c/P1000514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-919464080114779743</id><published>2007-06-01T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T16:38:53.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewelry and Jobs</title><content type='html'>I wrote the manager at Sugar an email telling her that Sugar is just not a good fit for me. It really isnt, I like the fine dining, the "i can hear myself think" atmosphere. I had an interview at the Worthington Inn. Its a really nice place, a lot like Notti Bianche. I think they liked me, I hope so, they are making a decision late next week.&lt;br /&gt;The jeweler didnt call today :( Ill just have to keep waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I think the front desk guy at the gym likes me, he said "have a good day see you later Amber" kinda strange. Ill just have to make sure Chris is with me next time!&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I are having dinner at his sisters, Im a little nervous. She is like the litmus test for Chris! She is Chris' Jason and CarylAnn. What to wear, what to wear....&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to hit the pavement again tomorrow applying all over. Bar Louie would have been nice but I called and you have to serve and then they promote to bartending. Kinda strange...but being the last kid hired means like a YEAR until bartending and I just dont want to serve. Hopefully Ill get that job at Worthington Inn but Ill just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Mom gave me 1/2 of my birthday present in my bank account yesterday. I paid off my Express card once and for all and got groceries. I also ordered 2 bottles of Argyle Pinot Noir, my favorite! It was only $45 with shipping for both bottles. I think after we move we are going to sign up for a wine of the month thing, I found one that is only $20 a month for 2 bottles.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait until we move, I'm so excited for the new place! Photos to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-919464080114779743?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/919464080114779743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=919464080114779743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/919464080114779743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/919464080114779743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/06/jewelry-and-jobs.html' title='Jewelry and Jobs'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-6134391780982098530</id><published>2007-05-31T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:47:39.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust your Instincts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrhqfE9xDsc/Rl8SKNiHeHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mdSjbqCnVAs/s1600-h/NCAROLINA507+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrhqfE9xDsc/Rl8SKNiHeHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mdSjbqCnVAs/s320/NCAROLINA507+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070791672083216498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom finally sent me the pictures from NC (and my aunt called and said she got the bear I send my cousin finally!). We found out yesterday that we got the apartment we wanted!!!!!!! Now we just have to worry about furnishing it. Chris' lacrosse kids were in the final four and their game was yesterday (wednesday) THEY WON! THEY ARE GOING TO THE STATE CHAMPS! Their game is on Saturday, it was a close game on Wednesday and Chris said that the kids they are playing are really good. We'll just have to see! Im definitely going to be there.&lt;br /&gt;Im having serious doubts about working at Sugar Bar, I emailed the manager (not the one I originally dealt with, hes leaving unfortunately) and she said that usually training is 6 shifts. Im not scheduled tonight, but we are going to talk when I go in tomorrow. I dont want to keep training, making zero money, and being used as an extra body until I make enough noise for them to give me shifts. On my SECOND day I sold a table and took care of it entirely and didnt get any money. Such bullshit. Im going to McFaddens (yes related to the one in DC) and Little Bar today to see if they are hiring. I need a more chill atmosphere like Dragonfly and not some Nazi camp of a club.&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I are going over to his sisters, Sarah, to pick out some Victorias Secret and Bath and Body Works stuff for Nicoles graduation (its a co-grad party with some other girl too). That should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-6134391780982098530?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/6134391780982098530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=6134391780982098530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/6134391780982098530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/6134391780982098530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/05/trust-your-instincts.html' title='Trust your Instincts'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrhqfE9xDsc/Rl8SKNiHeHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mdSjbqCnVAs/s72-c/NCAROLINA507+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-2967538051781617072</id><published>2007-05-28T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:01:19.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours in an airport is 11.75 hours too much</title><content type='html'>I just got back from NC seeing my aunt, uncle, mom, and other uncle and my NEW BABY COUSIN!! So cute, pictures to come once my mom sends them to me. I left EARLY on Friday morning after not sleeping very much or very well, got to CMH (columbus airport) and decided I wasnt going to check my one tiny bag. I get through security at 5:30am and they take ALL of my toiletries: facewash, saliene solution, lotion. I mean COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;So I get to the gate, grumpily, get my water and get on my way to BWI. I get there at like 8:30am and have TWELVE hours to do nothing. I stayed in the Southwest terminal where they had tons of stuff for a few hours and then decided to head over to airtran. What I didnt realize was that I had to leave security and go back through again. UGH. Well after I went through the agony again and got there, there wasnt even a starbucks in the damn terminal. I tried to sleep on my near empty luggage (thank you TSA) for a few hours, mostly unsuccessfully. I asked the desk if there was an earlier flight to Charlotte and there was one at 1:30 (it was like 1pm then). It was OVERbooked and they even bribed passengers to give up their seats with SIX FREE ROUND TRIP TICKETS each! AHH! Lucky. And they all got guaranteed seats on my later flight and a meal voucher for food in the airport. Lucky bastards.&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally get to NC at 9:30, was picked up by mom and Julia and went back to the house. Little Mark was sleeping when I got there. Mom and I stayed at Julias parents house and woke up at like 9:30am the next day and went to the mall for a few hours. I got a cute black cocktail dress for work/play and a cute black top and two pairs of shorts. I also got new RAINBOWS! I think 6 years is good for a pair of flip flops and it was time to move on. I didnt get to get new shoes for work, but Ill deal. Mom is giving me $2100 for my 21st, NICE. Ill probably buy one pair of great shoes and then pay off my debt. Saturday night we went back to Julias parents and had a cook-in.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we woke up and went to the pool. First mom and I went to target and got new bathingsuits, I got a 1piece for the pool at the gym and a bunch of new gym clothes. We went to the pool for a few hours, I got a little burned/tanned. Sunday evening we all went out to dinner and walked around this little shopping area that looks like Winter Park/Silver Spring/Easton. We all went back to Brett and Julias, I played with the baby while they played some card game. Mark loves it when I make faces at him but doesnt like it when I hold him, I probably dont really do it right since hes the first cousin/baby Ive been old enough to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Mark looks like a normal 3 month old baby (hes actually 7 but his due date was around 3 months ago). Hes sooo cute and everyone disagrees about who he looks like. Hopefully he will be tall like Brett and cute like Julia. The only machine hes on is a heart rate monitor.&lt;br /&gt;Im back in Columbus now, the flights were mostly uneventful, good seats on both flights. From BWI to CMH I sat next to a mom/dad/baby. The little girl was SO cute, she was 11 months old and really cute and well behaved. Chris and I are going to the gym, Im going to figure out how to use the tanning beds if it kills me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-2967538051781617072?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/2967538051781617072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=2967538051781617072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/2967538051781617072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/2967538051781617072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/05/12-hours-in-airport-is-1175-hours-too.html' title='12 hours in an airport is 11.75 hours too much'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-3258367200428099297</id><published>2007-05-24T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T13:45:13.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Out at Least Once Every Year</title><content type='html'>So as I mentioned a few days ago, we got gym memberships. Yesterday I went for the second time and I woke up this morning, OUCH I definitely pulled my groin. I called out of work, they are cool with it, Im still training for some reason, Im about to bitch. But either way, we went to the gym at like 1:30 and I tried to do SOMETHING, I did some upper body but we both gave up and just went to the hot tub. The apartment search is still on, its just as hard here as it is in DC. Pasta time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-3258367200428099297?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/3258367200428099297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=3258367200428099297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/3258367200428099297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/3258367200428099297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-out-at-least-once-every-year.html' title='Work Out at Least Once Every Year'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-2383196906749550319</id><published>2007-05-22T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:30:50.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Drama</title><content type='html'>I think I failed to mention in my post about my first day of work that the hooker was there. Luckily she didnt show up (or I didnt smell her skank) until I was about to leave. I showed Lauren who she was and shes like "OH. MY. GOD. she LOOKS like she smells like skank" horrible. I just left because I am not about the drama.&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight I get a f-book text from my f-book inbox saying I have a message from some AU girl named Jessica Mark. We were at the guys house about to play pong and I got the message, logged into Nicks computer and got this like epic message from some girl. Its horrible. Shes been texting and calling Chris and now shes attacking me. See Below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="column body"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;hi im jessica i thought i was chris's girlfriend again but then he ignored me again for a week or so and was on stuff since i was lonlely and sad because as usual i figured my most favoritest person in the world was either cheating on me or dead. so my friend behrang logged onto facebook said you were in ohio. i figured pretty girl chris knows whats to do with that. so in my drugged up superstupor i went out on a limb and called him out on some random shit. which ended up being true. so yeah it is a kinda funny story. in a painfully ironic sorta way. but it really does breaks my heart because last summer chris said we were getting married which was obviously all a lie and will never happen. ever since i met him his freshmen year orchestra i knew we would get married. hes done nothing but treat me like shit be a truly shitty person and rub the fact that hes with you in my face which is shit. have fun with that. that i wont miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. pointers with this one? dont trust a word he says he conveniently omits the truth looked me in the eye told me i love you and then today he referred to me as his little fuck puppet while he waited around for something else. amber, hes laughing at me and its humiliating and disrespectful. i loved him more than anything, my whole life is in ruins and hes just laughing and it hurts me that my life is simply a joke to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps you are a brave brave woman. i wish you the best of luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg_divide_bottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_1"&gt;&lt;div class="column author_picture"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=7400570"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile5/1373/72/t7400570_4142.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column author_info"&gt;&lt;div class="name"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=7400570"&gt;Amber Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="date"&gt;Today at 11:49pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column body"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;actually. we already got married. thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg_divide_bottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_2"&gt;&lt;div class="column author_picture"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=7400570"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile5/1373/72/t7400570_4142.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column author_info"&gt;&lt;div class="name"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=7400570"&gt;Amber Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="date"&gt;Today at 12:46am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column body"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;can you please stop bothering us. I will have to report you to the police if you keep doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg_divide_bottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="message clearfix" id="msg_3"&gt;&lt;div class="column author_picture"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.ak.facebook.com//pics/t_default.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column author_info"&gt;&lt;div class="name"&gt;Jessica Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="date"&gt;Today at 12:56am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="extras clearfix"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/report.php?thread_id=504257292255&amp;mid=3&amp;amp;h=a77de66d6f"&gt;Report Message&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column body"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;how do you think i feel. its not fair. ive been trying so hard to get my life back together and get back in school and bartend and then i was going to marry chris and then you did. and now look at my life there is nothing left for me. so stop threatening me i know you guys like making fun of my pathetic ugly ass cause god knows chris never complimented me on anything. stop with the threats just stop laughing it isnt very funny my life sucks i have no friends stop kicking me while im down leave me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg_divide_bottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_4"&gt;&lt;div class="column author_picture"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=7400570"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile5/1373/72/t7400570_4142.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column author_info"&gt;&lt;div class="name"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=7400570"&gt;Amber Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="date"&gt;Today at 12:57am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column body"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;just leave us alone. no one asked for you input and no one cares about your life. stop messaging me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg_divide_bottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="message clearfix" id="msg_5"&gt;&lt;div class="column author_picture"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.ak.facebook.com//pics/t_default.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column author_info"&gt;&lt;div class="name"&gt;Jessica Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="date"&gt;Today at 1:04am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="extras clearfix"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/report.php?thread_id=504257292255&amp;mid=5&amp;amp;h=a77de66d6f"&gt;Report Message&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column body"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;YOU ARE SO MEAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope your vagina shrivels off and dies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg_divide_bottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="message clearfix" id="msg_6"&gt;&lt;div class="column author_picture"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.ak.facebook.com//pics/t_default.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column author_info"&gt;&lt;div class="name"&gt;Jessica Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="date"&gt;Today at 1:15am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="extras clearfix"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/report.php?thread_id=504257292255&amp;mid=6&amp;amp;h=a77de66d6f"&gt;Report Message&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column body"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;im sorry i didnt know you were married or that he was with anyone else hence getting back together after a break in the first place. congratulations. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg_divide_bottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="message clearfix is_you" id="msg_7"&gt;&lt;div class="column author_picture"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=7400570"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile5/1373/72/t7400570_4142.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column author_info"&gt;&lt;div class="name"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=7400570"&gt;Amber Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="date"&gt;Today at 1:16am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column body"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;just leave us alone. you are crazy and he obviously never wanted to be with you. get over it and move on. get the fuck out of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="msg_divide_bottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="message clearfix" id="msg_8"&gt;&lt;div class="column author_picture"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.ak.facebook.com//pics/t_default.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column author_info"&gt;&lt;div class="name"&gt;Jessica Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="date"&gt;Today at 1:27am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="extras clearfix"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/report.php?thread_id=504257292255&amp;mid=8&amp;amp;h=a77de66d6f"&gt;Report Message&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="column body" id="scroll_here"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;i am one of the sanest people youll ever meet. you need to get over the truth. chris is has a reputation for lying and manipulation. so in actuality this entire conversation consists of you being extraordinarily mean and cruel to me for absolutely no real reason. maybe one day you will realize it, but i have my doubts. with him feeding the fire its difficult to think for oneself. k bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-2383196906749550319?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/2383196906749550319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=2383196906749550319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/2383196906749550319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/2383196906749550319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/05/fucking-drama.html' title='Fucking Drama'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-8175527331091547476</id><published>2007-05-22T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:15:47.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tequila, Wine, and Beer</title><content type='html'>We actually got a gym membership! But not before eating at bar louie haha. The food there is great, but their tabouleh is just not as good as CAMs. We went to Lifetime Fitness, we got a tour, the place is FANTASTIC. The bathrooms are out of a dream--tanninng beds, showers, steam rooms, free hairdryers, all granite ahhhhhhhh. Well I have a consultation with a personal trainer today, it comes with signing up. I had to go to DSW and buy sneakers because of course I dont ownn any and surprise surprise I got green sneakers. They only cost like $30 which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Chris' kids lacrosse game, I liked it, and I mostly understood what was going on. They won and he and I went to Chipotle. Fat asses, we are living it up before the gym! We scarfed down the food, brought the 1/2 bottle of wine I had left over to the boys and we played beer pong and got drunk. Glorious. Chris wasnt feeling very good, he was pretty drunk. We both just passsed out and hes at class. We are going to look at an apartment tonight and my PT session is at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;I did notice yesterday while we were eating at Bar Louie in Easton that Easton looks just like Silver Spring and Silver Spring looks just like Winter Park Villiage. I guess I like to feel close to home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-8175527331091547476?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/8175527331091547476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=8175527331091547476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/8175527331091547476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/8175527331091547476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/05/tequila-wine-and-beer.html' title='Tequila, Wine, and Beer'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-1558152451274617058</id><published>2007-05-21T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T06:07:08.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEER PONG CHAMPION!</title><content type='html'>So apparently Chris is supposed to be the ultimate champion at beer pong/beirut/whatever you want to call it. Ive played with him at the boys house about 3 times now and made some excellent shots if I do say so myself. I made 4 in a row at best. And I usually make the winning shot. Chris picked me up from working a charity event at work, it was very nice, for a girl who needs a kidney transplant, we didnt do much and I only made $24 but it wasnt hard work and I did get a $25 tip onn $6. Anyway. We went to the grocery store, got wine and tequila (tried to buy mix but it all CAME with tequila, so forget it) we made it back, 2 of his friends hung out over to watch entourage and for hookah. I had two glasses of wine and we were half way through Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith when Nick or Garek called and we went over to play. We beat the boys and then there was no one for us to play so we played each other. HA! I beat the pants off of him so badly that halfway through I ran outside to find a witness. We played with the baby kitty and then went back home. IT WAS A GLORIOUS VICTORY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-1558152451274617058?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/1558152451274617058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=1558152451274617058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/1558152451274617058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/1558152451274617058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/05/beer-pong-champion.html' title='BEER PONG CHAMPION!'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-1844617971985683131</id><published>2007-05-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T10:03:03.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always bring comfy shoes just in case</title><content type='html'>Last day of training, thank god, I can only go so many days working my ass off without making money. Brittney (moron) didnt show up until like 9:30 almost so I ended up setting up her whole section. I trained with Whisper, which meant that I just ran around doing random shit for her and Mallory, which is fine. We all ended up in flat shoes periodically throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;The first funny/frustrating encounter: the entirely too huge girl standing in the space where you exit/enter the bar. Whale.&lt;br /&gt;Mal and Whisper are hilarious, Mal is all about the guy drama, Whisper reminds me of me in her style in serving, no bullshit, just shove your way through the crowd, do whatever you have to do to make your money. Love. It. While shoving my way through I got both of my feet stepped on at least twice, elbowed in about six different areas, it was just fabulous. I didnt get elbowed in the heat tonight, which is always a plus.&lt;br /&gt;We were out of ice for like 2 hours, and the owners wifes table needed more so I found myself pushing my way through the freakin dance floor with a bottle service bucket to get ice from the back. I had the genious idea to grab the big ice bin and fill it with ice and go on my way. Im not sure if this was a mistake or not, but it took FOREVER to shove everyone out of the way to get back. I get into the VIP section and there is this guy moving like molasses in front of me and I say "excuse me" loud enough for him to hear finally and he turns around and goes "WE ARE ALL GOING TO THE SAME FUCKING PLACE" and I just looked at him and said "IM GOING BEHIND THE FUCKING BAR" and he moved, but not before I could shove him out of the way. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked over to where VIP ends and the booths begin, standing by the bouncer, one step up in VIP. This drunk dumbass falls ON me, scratching my leg. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;The best part was definitely at the end where there were only about 30 people paying tabs and taking their damn time to get the fuck out. Im going to have to learn how to say that in every language. I walk up the steps with a ton of glasses in my hand and 3 guys are standing at the top, one GRABS MY ASS. The only thing I could think of was that I just started and I dont want to punch someone in the face just yet. The ridiculously tall bouncer was standing nearby and I just walked up to him and said 'he needs to go' and he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;Im working tonight, some charity event, with Lauren, which should be cool. We are figuring out what we are wearing soon, hopefully pants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-1844617971985683131?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/1844617971985683131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=1844617971985683131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/1844617971985683131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/1844617971985683131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/05/always-bring-comfy-shoes-just-in-case.html' title='Always bring comfy shoes just in case'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-650255010684599340</id><published>2007-05-19T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T10:40:02.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst dancing Ive ever seen...</title><content type='html'>I have decided, after working two nights at Sugar Bar (the so-called see and be seen place in Columbus, hahahahaha, yeah, in Columbus) that people here have a cracked out notion of dancing. White people, black people, latinos, girl, and guys alike. I'm pretty sure the highlight of my life last night working was around 1:30 when this girl walks onto the fake runway stage, walks down like she can actually walk in the 2inch heels she is wearing, poses, and walks back. All by herself. When the place is clearing out. With her bag on her shoulder. Yikes. I think Chris explained it best when he said that the people here want to party like they live in Miami, but they dont, they live in Columbus. It works out for me because they all buy bottles.&lt;br /&gt;    I actually sold a table last night, I would/should have made an $80 tip had I not been training, sucks. These two guys just sit and I say the usual about bottle service and they ask for a Moet Whitestar (YES!) I bring the bucket and the guy says "can we also get a bottle of belvedere?" (YES YES YOU CAN!). Impress the boss, impress Lauren, maybe make money if im lucky (not so much) but everyones happy. They are super nice and easy to work with which is definitely an added bonus.&lt;br /&gt;    Lauren had these Russians at 3 tables (the ones closest to the server station, HUGE mistake). They were all up in the aisle and this one HUGE woman kept just standing there while this other girl in a b/w dress kept walking, stopping, blocking the while aisle, flailing her arms (I'd assume her way of dancing but you can never be sure) and just being IN THE WAY. I just walked through the dance floor, it worked out.&lt;br /&gt;    Im not sure if they hired or just picked out the girls wearing pink but there was a "pink fashion show" and it was HORRIBLE. Since when does fashion show mean walk down the stage, almost falling over in the heels youre wearing OR walking like something is stuck up your ass and then making out with another girl at the end of the runway. Jesus. I wanted to beat these girls to death. Then Lauren has them upstairs at a table with one free bottle of Goose. They were bitches, we just ignored them for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;    I got done at closing like everyone else, its not a bad shift but I'm glad I brought flat shoes too and switched periodically (especially since we had the mezzanine, the stairs are brutal and it slows you down to have 3 inch heels on). I got home, Chris was there after DJing with Nick at the boys house, he had tons of fun, and we walked across the street to Conzuelas for late night mexican. It was great, and Im still eating the ginormous burrito now. We crashed when we got back, around 3:30am and I woke up to my phone ringing with a Colorado number that I am sure is a collection agency at 9:30am. I woke up again to Chris already out of bed, getting dressed to coach his kids Lacrosse game (which I forgot about) and he had to take  Molly back because his mom misses her. The good news about that is that I'm probably getting my own puppy this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-650255010684599340?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/650255010684599340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=650255010684599340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/650255010684599340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/650255010684599340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/05/worst-dancing-ive-ever-seen.html' title='The worst dancing Ive ever seen...'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5766989073292296942.post-5133569675498408918</id><published>2007-05-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T10:23:02.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first few days</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I woke up, went to breakfast at American City Movie Diner in Cleveland Park with the little brother, at 7:00am! I looked like hell, as usual for me before noon, and this woman walks over, says shes from Channel 7 News and they are doing a story on eggs, can she tape us eating eggs? First of all, I dont eat eggs normally, unless I want to get really sick later, and second of all Im trying to enjoy my last few hours with the little one.&lt;br /&gt;    Well She begged, so we acquiesed. I couldnt watch it anyway and neither could the lil because he had school or work and I dont exactly get CH7 in Columbus. So that was that.&lt;br /&gt;    I drove to the airport, waiting for the fiance, he thought I was inside, I was outside, it took forever. But regardless, we found each other, but I needed gas, to fix my mirror before driving 100mph for 7 hours, and air in my front tire. We went to that little exit by BWI before you get on any highway to look for gas. There was ONE sign that said "gas --&gt;" so we went --&gt; and there was NOTHING. Im pretty sure they were hiding all the gas stations. We finally found one, did our thing. He geniously taped the mirror back onto the car by wrapping it around the door, but forgot that we cant roll up the window...Oh well. Car ride was long, we got lost every exit we got off on (for food and gas) and I slept for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;    Now I am in Ohio....yeah...as Boyle calls it, Blowhio. The first night we went to the boys house one street over. Nice kids, all youger than us and some of them were still in HS. Played beer pong, which I am not horrble at despite my distaste for beer. They have this 8 week old kitten that I am afraid is going to get smushed somewhere one day, but he is SO adorable.&lt;br /&gt;    Wednesday we ran some errands, like domesticated people do I guess. We are both broke, but still managed to get me work clothes (a whole other story), groceries, and some random stuff for the apartment. Wednesday night he picked up Molly, his parents 13 year old yorkie for us to dogsit for a little. She loves him, he very very picky, they definitely should have named her princess.&lt;br /&gt;    Thursday night was my first day of work at Sugar Bar. And going along with the horribly luck I've been having, went badly at first. I left 20 minutes early to make what googlemaps described as a 7 min drive. The directions they gave me sucked because part of the street was blocked off so I had to go around. I drove about 10 mins past where I wanted to be. Chris was not answering his phone and Sugar's phone was either off the hook or someone would not shut up. I got Chris to talk me to Sugar and hung up so I could find parking. I drove around until 8:45 (I was supposed to be there at 8pm) and called him almost crying and drove home again. He met me (after getting lost AGAIN) and drove me to work and dropped me off.&lt;br /&gt;    Work wasnt so bad. It sucks when you dont know where ANYTHING is. I kept bringing the wrong glasses because they have three types that are just slightly larger than each other (all plastic btw, genious if you ask me). The girl I was training with, Lauren, was super nice, gave me the inside on whats going on (no drinking, lame...skanks they hired before me, hilarious). I was there until midnight. Around 11:30 I saw HER, the crazy girl that stalks my Chris. We all decided that she is MUCH uglier in person and way more of a whore-looking that I thought (relief? possibly). Chris picked me up and we both passed the fuck out around 1:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5766989073292296942-5133569675498408918?l=thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/feeds/5133569675498408918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5766989073292296942&amp;postID=5133569675498408918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/5133569675498408918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5766989073292296942/posts/default/5133569675498408918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-few-days.html' title='The first few days'/><author><name>NewGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03011563749182979239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
