Go Chicago Cubs!! but don’t use Stub Hub to get your tickets

Nicole and Louis are FINALLY getting married this weekend after being together for 6 years and engaged for three.

Anyone that has ever planned a wedding let alone just been in a wedding knows how stressful it can be.  The stress doubles when a good portion of the people attending the wedding are coming from out of town.  The weekend has been planned and everyone is excited for all the events. 

One of the biggest events planned, besides the wedding itself, is The Cubs game on Friday.  I know I have been dying to get to Wrigley Field and right now The Cubs are doing so well.  I hate to note that our two local teams, Nationals and Orioles, aren’t doing nearly as well this year.  The game should be exciting.

Except…. for the big OOPS!

Last night Nicole was working on the welcome bags for the out-of-towners, the wedding date (August 31st) is all over them.  She switched gears to go purchase The Cubs tickets for Friday and when the confirmation page came up she nearly had a heart attack.  She inadvertently purchase $1400 worth of Cubs tickets for the date, and time, of her Wedding. 

Her stress level is already at an all time high and this was not what she needed.  So Louis walks in right at that moment and rather than panic he handles it very calmly.  I guess I should mention they are also paying for their wedding.  They immediately send an urgent email to Stub Hub and Louis called first thing this morning.  Stub Hub tells them “Too bad so sad we can’t help you.”

UNBELIEVABLE!  They won’t even switch the day for them.  For heavens sake it’s $1400 and it not like they would be out the money…. They just needed the tickets for a different day.

So as you can imagine the stress level has raised to Threatcon Orange.  The emails are flying around Chicago to see if they can sell the tickets.

My co-worker suggested I send an email to The Cubs so I did.  Not sure what they can do but they should be aware of these practices of Stub Hub.  I’m just amazed that in this day and age companies can be so rigid and money hungry.

I had never heard of Stub Hub before but that is a company I would rather not deal with.  Would you?

Chaos and Mahem

Well that’s how my life feels lately.

August has been jam packed and it isn’t over yet.  The wedding in Chicago is this weekend and I haven’t even packed yet.  At least I did grab Mrs. M’s and my bridesmaid dresses and mailed them. Gawd I hope nothing goes wrong with that… I paid enough so it shouldn’t.

I finally replaced my running shoes.  I was having shin splints and finally realized the bottom of the shoe was almost worn through.  When I went in the store yesterday I got the distinct feeling the girl wanted to slap me.  I got the lecture on how I could have hurt myself and I have to look at the bottoms of the shoes once in a while.  Not sure when I’ll be getting out there to run again but I should be bouncing down the road with these new shoes.

Minnie Red started 8th grade today.  Jeeze!  I remember when she was in 6th grade and pointing out the 8th graders at the bus stop.  Now she’s one of them.  I took her shopping last night for an outfit for the first day of school.  She choose a mini skirt ensemble and I was happy to see she wore shorts underneath this morning.  I drove her to the bus stop and she promptly shooed me away because she is an 8th grader now and too cool to have Mom hanging around.

With any luck I’ll finish the video I’m making, for the Bride and Groom, tonight.  Then I’ll be able to plans some outfits and pack.  Mrs. M is already packed because she is just that together.

I’ve gotten more photos from the Birthday weekend and… They will not be posted. Ok well… Maybe one:

More has been written about the weekend and can be read here and here including a photo of Wesley Snipes taken at Seacrets.

See you in September.

I want these kind of nights at least three times a week.

I’m still reveling over all the fun I had this past weekend.  It was truly a wonderful time.

It was kinda funny when we were at Fager’s because I received an email from the married dude from about a month prior.  I was a bit drunk and happened to be at the same place we shook our groove thing together.  The funny thing is dancing with him was amazing and no one this past weekend could hold a candle to him but this chick doesn’t deal with married dudes and I’m even swearing off separated guys. 

Well… right now I’m just not worrying about dating at all.  Back in June I happened to talk to an old boyfriend who was at a point in his life where he just wanted to hang out with people.  He is so right!  I want to hang out with people and meet new people… All kinds of people.  Even a woman I work with today was saying her friends are freaks and I said, “Hey, let’s hang out!”  So we are pulling together everyone we know to meet up at the Maryland Renaissance Festival during Scottish Weekend… On Sunday September 14th.  Come meet us at the White Hart Tavern.

So this week my friend JB is in town and he hasn’t been here for two years.  I ended up in Old Town on Monday and got to see him.  Imagine not seeing one of your best girlfriends for two years.  I swear if he lived on East coast or I lived on the West coast we would probably be hanging out all the time and I mean drinking and watching our favorite shows.  He’s just so easy to hang out with like when we were in Trader Joe’s and I was perusing the wines, he came up behind me and grabbed my back.  I didn’t flinch and he says, “Awww I wanted to scare you.”

I said, “I’m used to people touching me… A lot, lately.”

What was really funny was this woman standing near by watching us.  I could see out of the corner of my eye she was laughing and having fun with it all.

Tuesday, Mrs. M and I picked up our bridesmaids dresses and it was much better than than I expected and they fixed it so I’ll be able to keep the pups in check.  I was then able to pick up this HOT top I was eyeing and for half off.  Woohoo!

Tonight I met up with JB, Shortie and PSUAcoustician.  This is such a great group of people and we would get to laughing so hard I’m sure we were disturbing people in the restaurant.  JB treated me to dinner but when I pulled out my change purse, to offer the tip, he started his incredible infectious laugh.  I knew exactly why he was laughing and I’m amazed I had never noticed it before.  My change purse is kinda squishy and ball-sac like.

Then he said it… The thing that had him really cracking up:

“It’s Chubby? “

… And this was after he felt my Sasquatch Patch… The hairy patch I missed on my leg when shaving this morning.  One day growth hairy!  He couldn’t decide which was funnier: The term Sasquatch Patch or the fact that I was the only one who could feel the hair.

JB is leaving tomorrow and I’m very sad.  It wasn’t nearly enough time.  Too bad he didn’t arrive early enough to hang with us at the beach. 

JB,
Please know how much you mean to me and I’m happy you are in my life.  Maybe Minnie Red and I should move to San Diego?  I’d finally get to meet your better half and maybe we could rent a room from you?

I got a special blessing today…

From this man:

The blessing is to keep the strange men away from me.

He circled my face three times and each time he reached the top he poked me in the forehead.  Gawd I hope this works!

A Photo Post from the Birthday Weekend

It was Friday, the crew have all arrived and we were ready to begin the evening’s festivities at Fager’s Island. Notice the cups and I’m already drunk and wearing lipstick even.

I’ve decided to help with Nicole’s Bachlorette missions so I climbed on the platform with her to do the pole dancing.  Notice the cup?

I don’t know why I’m making that face and I vaguely remember the flower in my hair.  Oh and that’s Colton… One of the Lacrosse Boys. Notice the cup?

I’m over heated from dancing and trying to use the glow necklace they gave us as a headband. 

Saturday afternoon at Seacrets and drinking again.  The drinking was the only thing helping us feel better after the previous evening. Notice the cups?

These people were nice enough to offer us their table so I took a photo op and he decided to show off his tattoo. I gave them a cup.

The cousins arrived and bought me some shots.  We tried to get a family photo but Pink Shorts dude wanted in on the photo.

When he heard it was my 40th Birthday he said, “You need a 21 yr old to just JACK HAMMER you!“  Then he did his impression of a jack hammer.  We took a picture together before one of the cousins ran him off. Ends up Sis knows him but he did not get a cup.

We finally got the family photo.

Mrs. M and I left Seacrets early and missed Wesley Snipes but we had good reason… Crabs! 

We pre-ordered the crabs which meant there was a specified time to pick them up.  We also did the set up so everyone could cop a squat and pick the crabs as soon as they got back from Seacrets.  Here I’m doing my best Vanna White impression before dropping the crab down the front of me and covering me in Old Bay. 

We cleaned up and headed back to Seacrets.  In the midst of it all we stopped to watch Phelps win yet another Gold Medal.  People were yelling and screaming and it was all so exciting but I’m just getting my hearing back.

Our evening at Seacrets was another fun night except for when I gave them a scare when I disappeared.  I was being lead out of Seacrets to a cooler spot with my dance partner but I refused to leave.  We found a quiet spot and hung out.  I was drunk off my ass but still had my wits about me… somewhat.  I think my goal was to scare him off by biting him but he bit me back. Imelda soon found me and I feared she would kick his ass.  I don’t think he was too happy when I left.  Sorry dude… It was fun while it lasted but at least you got a cup.

I was promptly sent home probably for fear of what I would do next.  It didn’t take me long to get into bed but I was up about an hour later when I noticed there was more than just Sis and I in the bed.  Motz, Shortie and Nicole had climbed in too.  It was cozy but Motz was trying to get Sis to take her earrings out for her.  Poor Motz had the worst hangover the next day.  It seems the pizza at Seacrets did her in.  At least Liz was there to help a Sistah out.

There are still more pictures on the way but not sure what I will be able to post.  There is a lot of imcriminating evidence of yours truly acting the fool.  Oh yes even more than what I have posted here.

To everyone that that came I can’t thank you enough for such an amazing weekend.  I’m beginning to think we should do this every year.

Were you cup worthy?

If you were in OC this weekend and received one of my birthday cups let us know.

We want to know who gave you the cup, where you got it, e.g. Fagers, Macky’s, Seacrets, and any other details you can provide us with.

Oh and if you wanna take it a step further take a pic of you and the cup and email it to me at Reddudette at gmail dot com.

It’s been a memorable weekend… What I can remember of it.

Still trying to piece together last night

Seems yours truly got TRASHED last night.

We started at Macky’s.  Mom said to be sure to let Danny know it’s my birthday weekend and to give him some cups.  I guess I should mention that Sis got 100 cups that say it’s my 40th birthday and they have my url.

Shortie and I shared a Bucket of Orange Crush.  There were Miller Lite Girls offering to buy our second round of Miller Lite.  I gave them each a cup in the end they gave me a cooler and I found 9 whistles in the pocket.  All of us wore them for the rest of the night, which made us very annoying.

After Macky’s we came back and showered and got ready to head out again.  Our last two arrived and we… I mean at least I was already getting my drink on… Cranberry Vodka.

When Sis arrived she expressed her concern for me because the Cranberry Vodka is what I was drinking when I got puking trashed at the DMB concert years before.  Well… Last night I wasn’t puking trashed but slurring trashed.

We headed over to Fager’s and the line was incredible. One of the girls went to the front and told them we had a combination bachelorette and 40th birthday party.  They pulled us all into another area and got all the details.  The bachelorette and I got in for free… The others got discounts and they gave us tasks to complete.  They had it together and I was pleasantly surprised by it all.  We then walked in ahead of everyone.

The stories I’m hearing and the photos I’m seeing are a bit scary.  Tongue contests and the dancing… Oh my the dancing.  I was under the impression that the more I danced the faster this alcohol would wear off and then maybe I could see straight again.

Evidently, I was dancing with someone but I thought I was dancing with everyone out there.  Oh and there was the lacrosse team…  Oye!  I think I should stop there.

Everyone is very concerned about what I’m typing right now.

By the end of the night I was good and the slurring stopped. As we were about to walk back into the condo I noticed them.  I went running and they were all wondering who these young’uns were I was hugging.  It was my cousins!  They were on their way back from Seacrets.  They will be meeting up with all of us back at Seacrets this afternoon.

So we all made it back safe and sound.  It was 3am and the condo was silent as I climbed into bed.  I couldn’t believe that a condo filled with 9 women could be so quiet.  I guess everyone just passed out.

Oh what a night!

A great point from Squirrely Gurl

Squirrely Gurl has a dude… Rather a FWB.  He has been quiet lately and so I got this email from her.  Why? Because we are friends and sometimes you need to release what is going on inside your crazy brain.  This is what girlfriends do for each other.  We keep each other from sending that email telling you what an idiot you are and… Well… You know what I mean… If you’re a gurl.

Squirrely Gurl says:

I was thinking of anything a guy could say that would be better than silence. (This is obviously a work- in progress.)

I’m too busy

I was snatched by aliens and remember nothing, but my ass is really sore.

I don’t pay my bills, so both phone & Internet is cut off .

My wife is onto us…

I’m being indicted for war crimes.. And must go to the Hague

I thought you were a man, disguised as a woman… The truth freaked me out

It’s not you, it’s me.  I mean seriously did you read above?

Seriously, I’ve fallen and can’t get up.  I need a medical bracelet or something

Your dog licked my ass when I was making sweet, sweet love to you.  A guy’s got to draw a line.

You’re so hot … It scared me

The fact that you don’t want anything more than a good time freaks me out!

[My all-time favorite ... And true story] there have been others…

I can’t decided which one to choose

If you haven’t heard Restaurant Refugee is hosting a contest… “A Worst Date Ever Blog Contest“.

I am SOOO in!

I have had A LOT of bad dates but the one that immediately came to mind was The Cowboy but I haven’t even written about him.  I think that may have been the date that finally got me blogging cause everyone loved the story.  I repeated that story so many times and I think it was Trish begging me to start writing for fear of ever missing one of these stories.

Ra’s favorite story was about Chubby and she and her hubby tell it better than I at this point because there are pieces of that one that I tend to forget (*shutter*).  The jist of it is this dude I was hanging out with, not dating, came over to my place one day.  He walked in the door, went over to the couch, pulled down his pants, sat down and said, “Com’on Baby… Hop on my Chubby!”

I had not hooked up with this dude AT ALL and suddenly he’s sitting penis out on my couch.  WTF?!?

I have always retained a certain amount of decorum in dealing with some of these dudes.  I nicely end the date and get away because there is no sense in being mean.

This case was different.  I held the door open and said, “GET THE FUCK OUT!!!“

So when Ra told this story to her Hubby-To-Be he sent me a gift.  He saw it in the store right after hearing about Chubby and from what I hear he started cracking up right then and there.

He sent me one of these:

…and it was the Cream Soda one.

So while Chubby might be a contender for the “Worst Date Ever” there are still some other bad ones that I’ve previously posted.  I can only submit one for the contest and I just don’t know which to choose. 

Here are my contenders:

• The Latin Match
• Gingivitis Kiss
• So I Tried Speed Dating
• I Mean Really… What Are They Thinking?
• Valentine’s Day and the Dude Review

Which one do I submit?

My New Art

Prior to my vacation I came across this… Art… I don’t think it could have the same meaning for many people like it does for me.

I finally hung it tonight and I LOVE IT!