Yesterday was a good day. The front desk staff here at work and I all went on a wine tour. We took the day off work, our boss covered the phones and one of our vendors took us out to the wine country. So much fun.

We visited three winieries and had an amazing lunch. We then returned to work to say hello and then set off for happy hour. It was a day of non stop silliness. You can see the sillness for yourself by clicking here.

My sister and I were actually thinking of doing something similiar to this wine tour for our birthdays this year in napa. Ady is turning 25 on the 25th of August and I am turning, ye gods!, 27 on the 27th of August. It is a cause for celebration we think. I think it is a cause for just more fun.

Apparently I know everyone is Santa Barbara. At least this is what Michele and Kristen told my mother. This is not true. I swear. I just invited some of people I knew when they came down for a visit. Maybe that seemed like a lot of people. I didn't think so.

Whatever. I did have a fantastic time last Saturday. Courtney took me to a friend of her's bday party. It was all gay boys. Where all these men have been hiding in Santa Barbara I do not know but they were out in full force Saturday night. It was great. There was an over abundance of men to dance with and no expectations. Plus they could actually dance. They could find the beat to the song. I never want to dance with a straight man again. Because what fun is that.

In other news there is another mouse in my house. And again it's in MY room. This after the landlord brought in an exterminator and we caught four in the kitchen. They also sealed up all the holes around the house wher the mice might have been accessing the house from.

Anyways I woke up last night to a weird sound and then I heard a scamper scamper across the floor. I thought maybe I imagined it. I sat there trying to convince myself that I had not heard anything and then I heard something hit the blinds. And then I looked over. And there was a dark shape on the ledge of the window. I think it saw me looking at it and it freaking JUMPED down to the floor with a scamper scamper. At that point I was terrified and could not move from my bed. I mean literally I could not have gotten up and turned on the light if you paid me a million dollars.

I turned on the TV and put the volume up hoping to scare it into a corner where it would not be tempted to move from. I arranged the blanket so that I couldn't see anything expcept the TV. Not the floor or the window. I didn't want know where it was. I eventually feel asleep, first to Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter is Dead and then to LA Confidential. This morning once my roommate had gotten up and taken a shower and my alarm had gone off a few times I figured it was safe enough to get up and open my door and take a shower. I'm hoping the damn thing has left my room by now.

I called my landlord. He's bringing in the exterminator in again today to set more traps. I am not ok with mice in my room. I can handle it if they are in another room until they are caught and killed but my room! It is so not cool.

Kitten has so not been doing her job either. Ever since Ribbon died Kitten has been useless at catching mice. She used to bring a dead one in almost every night and while I was not ok with that it is better than them running around the house. I really think that Ribbon used to egg her on. My blind, deaf, old cat used to tell her that he didn't think she could catch it. And now that he's gone she's lazy and does nothing but sit on the couch and groom herself while there is a mouse in the next room. And with no Boo around I have no natural protection from the buggers.

I don't know if I will be able to sleep in my room tonight or in the living room for that matter. Maybe I'll sleep in the car. ick. I need to move soon.

I went down to Santa Monica on Saturday to visit Long Hai for his bday. We spent some time catching up and his roommate Chris provided lots of banter and comic relief. Later that evening for the main event we went to Lucky Strike for dinner and bowling. I got to meet Long Hai's frat buddies from USC. Boy was that entertaining. Me and about 15 boys. Although there were three other girls I was the only white girl. That was a little bizarre. I'm not used to being the minority. It was an interesting experience, but a very entertaining one. I actually managed to bowl over 100 which was a great accomplishment for me, however anytime I was actually beating Long Hai he pulled out a few strikes while I messed up and continued to miss that last damn pin.

The rest of the night was spent with a drunken Chris and Long Hai making fun of each other and making me giggle like an idiot. All and all it was a great couple of days. Although the boys are a little too obsessed with Fight Night on the playstation, but I forgive them. It's not like I have much better hobbies. But I still don't get the point of playing sports on video games. It seems silly to me. I get the role playing and the violent gun games but not the sports. Maybe I'm just weird.

I also went to Billion Dollar Babes Sale and spent too much money on some great jewelry from Maya Brenner and Zoe Chicco. I am so broke but oh so happy.

Anyways. Happy Birthday again Long Hai. It was really good to see you. When are you and the gang coming up to SB?

Recently I was introduced to the cult known as Myspace. I only signed up as Lauren from work was very excited and wanted to create a SYR group where we could upload pictures and silly quotes from work. She even got a hold of the pictures of Sean, Michele and Kristen visiting and put them up. As well as the pictures of the creepy dog in one of the rooms. Apparently we have nothing better to do at work.

Anyways, since signing up for myspace I've felt like I have been periodically attending a high school reunion. It's a little scary and makes me realize that I never actually want to attend a real reunion. The other day I even was emailed by someone I knew in Middle School who apparently offeneded me last time I saw her even though I have no memory of this last meeting or what she possibly could have said to make me so angry that I cut off contact. I thought we just went to different schools......

I fluxtuate between being amused and horrified when someone contacts me via myspace. It's kinda fun to make contact with people you have not seen in a very long time but it is also some what terrifying when browsing through peoples profiles you see people who never thought you would see again and realize that you were glad about that fact, and then realize that if you can find them, they can find you.

Basically using myspace makes me feel awkward and 15 all over again. It's annoying. The fact that people who I have not seen in 10 years or more can still make me feel unsure of myself via the internet is insane.

I read about this today in the Santa Barbara News Press. I had to take a look. I think you should all too.

Brokeback to the Future

My love for Back to the Future remains endless.