Jen

Here comes your man.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Last night, after work, I had my first manicure ever. I got it as a birthday present from Barb, my work buddy. It was pretty cool, except they must have thought that I was the biggest asshole because I had no clue what I was doing. I kept moving my hands, “finger control” issues, if you will, and putting them in the wrong places. You can only say “I’m sorry” so much before it gets annoying. Anyway, I’m sitting at this nail-drying device and the manicurist starts giving me a back massage, which was very creepy. I’m thinking, “Is this right?” I left her three bucks. I felt bad for her. Imagine what kind of people she has to give back massages to.

Also, we had wings last night, first time in awhile. I gave Greg a beating for not blogging. Busy schmisy! Becky and I started our very own bottle band! We will be playing Monday open mic nights at Fizz. Don’t miss us!

Today I was nominated to go to this security meeting in the building. Hello? When did I become security officer of this office!!!! I can just see my introduction now. “Hello, I am the 23 year old representative from Suite 6550. I have no idea why I am here.”

The weekend seems pretty cool already. Tonight Gant and I get Rosa and of course get to hang out with the Boston duo- maybe play some cards? Maybe have a beer or two or three?

Later I have to stop by my friend’s party that he is spinning at. I will probably be yelled at if I don’t go.

I am actually really excited for Saturday. My friend, Heidi, is turning 21. I think I’ve only seen Heidi drink once in the 7 years I have known her. AND she drank Champaign. She’s not a fan of beer or anything like that. It’s Bora and my goal to get her drunk. There have been so many time when Bora and I have been completely trashed, and there Heidi is, dragging our sorry asses around. Ahhh, sweet revenge. In the nice way.

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