Do the pictures on your iPod say a lot about you?

I think I've officially crossed over to the bad side. The side that blogs about nothingness and has one continuous stream of consciousness transcribed onto this virtual piece of paper. Again I reference my friend, Doctor. Or is it Amy? Or DC? Or Amos? Whatever. I digress. She encouraged me to blog and now I blog...for fun! GASP! (She has her own blog I encourage you to read. This girl is a hoot for sure...The Incessant Ramblings of a Not-So-Rural-Anymore Veterinarian). This cannot be good. Nevertheless, I was up late last night (well past my regularly scheduled 10:00p bedtime) and was thumbing through the photos on my iPod. I've definitely got some randoms. As I was thumbing I thought to myself, in my newly awakened blogger-thinking ways, "Self, I should blog about this." And so I am.

Picture #1: A lung lobe with a porcupine quill stuck in it that was removed via thoracotomy. I got to watch this surgery performed on a dog while attending a week long program at Tufts Univ. School of Veterinary Medicine. Totally awesome. Times a billion.

Picture #2: Mango Margarita from Rock Bottom Brewery in Denver, CO. Delish and oh so refreshing. Interpret what you like about me from this picture :). If you're thinking, "She must like mangoes," you would be correct.

Picture #3: Herp-Ease from Sunflower/Sprouts Farmers Market. Well, this was just too funny to not take a picture of, right?! I mean, what a clever name! I appreciate cleverness.

Pictures #4 and #5: The girls. My loves. So obsessed and you can totes see why, right?! Adorbs times a gazillion. The lower one of Keltsy is kinda hard to see but she's resting her head on my laptop screen. O.M.G. melt my heart. "I want to put them in a pita pocket!"

Picture #6: A cannoli from Mike's Pastry in Boston, MA. Incredible and leads me to my final thought: a shameless plug for another blog on which I am a co-author along with seven other lovely ladies...My Fare Ladies. Check it out and then go eat at all the places we've been and feel free to leave your comments! 

The Skirvin: Where Everybody Knows Your Name...

Yesterday, I dined at the Park Avenue Grill inside The Skirvin in Downtown Okc with a group of girlfriends. The Skirvin has quickly become our regular Sunday Brunch haunt because it has the best of everything: class, affordability and fab food and drinks. For a mere $25 you can get unlimited entrees and brunch cocktails! A deal that can't be beat. Plus, you're treated to the musical stylings of the one and only Edgar Cruz. And while it's obviously the first-class service and atmosphere that initially attracted us (we like to think of ourselves as super duper classy), it is perhaps the carafes of booze with a side of phenomenal shrimp and grits that keeps us coming back for more (and maybe all too often?).

When we first approached the hostess stand we were immediately recognized. I like to think it's because we're fun and cute. We were promptly seated, even though we showed up with 10 people and no reservation. Note to self: make a reservation for any group bigger than about four. We were greeted by a woman named Sucelia and our server Susan. We had recently graced the Skirvin with our presence but a mere two weeks prior and had so much fun with Server Barbara that we requested her but were reminded it was her birthday and she was off for the day. By fun I mean towards the end of the brunch Server Barbara had joined our festivities and we had laughed and made jokes with Manager Nick and one of the chefs! Yes, we are on a first name basis with many of the staff. Yes, they do wear nametags. Nevertheless, Server Susan and Sucelia held a mini-powwow right after seating us. This is what I imagine was said...

     Sucelia: "Susan, these girls are awesome. They are so classy even after having consumed eight+ carafes of mimosas and kir royales! Don't let their carafes go dry and you'll be fine! You may even have to resort to bringing out our last bottles of champagne but I promise it'll be worth it you'll have so much fun and make lots of new friends! Just be aware they may stay a little past closing time."
     Server Susan: "Awesome, Sucelia! Thanks for the heads-up. I love nice tables!"

The reason I believe this was the conversation is for the following two reasons:

     1) Server Susan, without us asking, swiftly filled six glasses with mimosas and had Manager Nick help her carry them out while she carried a filled-to-the-top carafe of back-up mimosas.
     2) Server Susan never let our glasses empty and never left the table void of a full carafe.

Apparently, we left quite an impression on Sucelia and Manager Nick; but a good one for sure. They were both all smiles when around us and were more than happy to converse with us. Sucelia even went so far as to give us a direct line to the restaurant so we could make reservations and even have a standing one for every Sunday if we so chose! Basically, we're famous.

We like to think they have special hours for us...

     Normal Brunch Hours: 11:00a-2:00p.
     Brunch Hours for Us: 11:00a-5:30p.

Yep, that's right, we literally make a day of it. Cheers to you, Skirvin!

Mr. Jones and me...

An obvious title for the post, I know, but I just had to do it...you'll see why in a minute. At the behest of my dear friend Dr. (aka "Amy") Canida I have decided to join the 21st century and blog. That is to say, I will blog tonight and probably forget to blog again for the foreseeable future...or I'll become completely obsessed with listening to myself write and do it every day until someone stops me! (Btw I tried to upload the live performance of Mr. Jones but to no avail. Sad face).

In the not-so-distant-past I had the pleasure of meeting the Crows...this is short-hand for what we in-the-know call the Counting Crows. The Crows were nice, old men who happen to put on one heck of a live show. I suppose mid to late 40s isn't all THAT old but compared to me it's pretty ancient. That being said, I found myself lusting after Adam whilst he performed...some sort of rockstar voodoo spell he put on me I guess (or I was horny and drunk/high from second-hand pot smoke?)...no no it must surely be the first reason I gave. It was somewhat disconcerting because, honestly, he's not my type and by that I mean the dreds totes disgust me. How does one keep dreds clean? Do dreds smell? How often is one supposed to change ones dreds? Perhaps sans dreds he might be a decent looking guy? Having to tell him this clearly broke his heart. As you can see in the picture the sexual tension is palpable. Me with my stunningly beautiful hair, sun-kissed skin, UCO t-shirt and bug-eye sunglasses; him with his dreds. A match made in heaven for sure. I had to play it cool and not ask them if they knew Justin or Britney because I thought I might get stoned by the other "fans" in attendance.

It's really a wonder I made it to the soundcheck/meet-and-greet on account of my friend Kim is a crazy ass driver, even in a late-model Mitsubishi! Girlfriend should definitely not be allowed to drive on city streets. The Mitsubishi, whom we lovingly named Marva Jo after an old lady I met in the Denver airport while waiting for my luggage, had very little get-up-and-go. Despite this, Kim managed to "punch it" more often than not leaving me clutching the seat and double checking the tightness of my seatbelt. Kim insisted she was a good driver and it'd been years since she'd even gotten a ticket. I think she was lying. To make matters worse the venue for the concert was in a lovely mountainous setting complete with red rock formations and winding roads with steep drop-offs. Poor Marva Jo and I were at the mercy of a madwoman so we turned up the music and tried to think happy thoughts.

The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful, although I do love Denver and the State of Colorado as a whole. The weather was lovely, the people are nice and the scenery is always gorgeous. Add in a few super-tacky souvenir shops and you've got the perfect city! Oh and some french food from a french restaurant in DIA. Yep, that's the first place I thought of for delish melted brie and fresh fruit. Trust.