Hi there,

I may or may not tatoo "I have a blog" on my hand, because I keep forgetting that this exists. Sooo here it is, ladies and gentlemen... an update!

I am leaving for DC tomorrow to visit Rachel and Sarah, some of my close friends from high school. Before the fun begins, I must accomplish a few things, so here is my "to do" list (listed in no particular order):

1. Pay Comcast bill. How: Write a check for $102.25, insert into a stamped evelope and then mail it to HELL (their address).

2. Pack my DC belongings. How: put items into a suitcase and then close it tight, but not too tight, because it is about to die and I'm too cheap to buy a luggage strap...or new luggage. Why is it that I can always remember to zip my suit case, but not my pants?

3. Not break myself or anything more valuable at the National Garden of Art Museum's ice rink. How: Wear bubble wrap all over my body before doing the triple axle. I've watched enough Winter Olympics to build up my courage.

4. Make a quick (..or not so quick) trip to the Galleria tonight. How: Drive there and then buy items that I could live without, but seem vital to my well being in DC. Scarves? Leg warmers? electric blankets? ...a FIRE PLACE?

Bowl or die.

My work went to Main Event last night to play laser tag, bowl, and arcade games. IT. WAS. AWESOME.

....except for the bowling part-- gutterball after gutterball, what a sad game I had... The only thing I knocked over were the 'bowling pin' shaped beer bottles that were on the table. I was not a popular employee at that moment, or ever? Thus, this made me ask myself:

Bowl or die?

Die!

Speaking of death, laser tag was incredible! Everyone took so much joy in pretending to kill eachother. Hell, even players on the same TEAM were shooting at eachother. I'm pretty sure that had the Army been there recruiting afterward, my company would have had a high turn over rate the next day. Actually, looking around the office, I don't see as many heads as normal. Could it be true?

The arcade games were really nothing to take notes about, of course I lost at those too. I should have played something more violent instead of air hockey. They didn't have that game where you hit the alligators as much as you can while he tries to hide and then poke back out. Who knew that those weren't REAL alligators?

Well world wide web, that is the recap of my time at Main Event. Please enjoy the rest of your Thursday.

Leah.

Greetings World Wide Web

Greetings World Wide Web,

My name is Leah and I am here to enrich yours minds. Or something. Really I'm here to do just the opposite, bring your intelligence down to my level. Yeah, that sounds about right. I promise to never write in pink, curly letters that take up half a page. The only people who do that are Satan's lovers and friends (or so I'm told).

Anyways, Halloween is coming up. No plans have developed and I have no ideas for costumes, what is a girl to do? I thought that my boyfriend and I were going to go as Hannah Montana and Billy Ray Cyrus, but he apparently did not verbally agree to that. I found this out after I bid .91 cents on a Billy Ray Cyrus 'vintage tee' for him to wear on ebay. Good thing I held off on the mullet...

I have to go to a dinner tonight to meet the Account Executive that I work with for the first time. She works in LA and is in town for a Sales retreat. Should be fun. I looked up the restaurant that were going to and I'm trying to decide what to order. There is lots of exotic food, such as octapus and goat. Therefore, I'm trying to decide between the two. Ok, just kidding-- just kidding. No, thanks. Maybe just drink lots of sangria and eat chicken for the second time for the day. I love chicken, that may have to be one of the first things you should know about me.

Alright, world wide web... it is time to say goodbye (but not forever). I must quickly clean my car (i.e. throw chick-fil-a packaging and cups into my trunk) before I pick up my Account Executive guest.

Goodnight,
Leah.