Here in Katie’s Head

Because after three glasses of wine at the snooty wine bar (and I saw the owner skulking around wondering why there weren’t more people there — duh, IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO ELITE FOR THE WICHITARDS), I desperately needed to google “wombat” so I could show my new drinking buddies what a wombat looks like.

Thank you, Steve Jobs.

Also, I should have used the iPhone tip calculator because after three glasses of wine, 20% of anything is always five dollars.

Posted: 10:02 pm · Category: Drunk, Misc Friends · Comments: 2

Because there appears to be a new crop of facebook friends planning weddings now:

It completely weirds me out when my female friends change their last names when they get married.

Mostly because I have no idea who these people in my newsfeed are because their new names are absolutely foreign to me. But also because I find it very strange that more women don’t keep their last names these days.

I’m too lazy to learn how to sign a new signature, let alone take care of all the paperwork. I’d have to be bribed into taking my husband’s name when I marry, although I haven’t found many guys who really care one way or another.

Posted: 11:21 pm · Category: Misc Friends · Comments: 3

Sometimes, if you are very lucky — and I happen to be an exceptionally lucky person, for reasons I may never know — you get exactly what you want.

Let’s say there’s this person who you really want to loathe because this person is kinda perfect or kinda too lucky or kinda making you infinitely jealous. Details are unimportant, but this person drives you crazy for — honestly? — no good reason. And let’s say one Friday night after working a double shift, you hit the favorite bar with a friend or two. And let’s say one of these friends, after drinks and drunken ranting and laughing too loud about things that aren’t that funny, reveals that he or she has a perfectly awesome story about that person, a story that no man has ever heard before. And let’s say that that story is pretty much exactly the just-incriminating-enough type of story that you needed to hear about that loathsome person.

Hearing that story tonight brought joy to my evil, hater heart. I slapped my hand down on the table and laughed an evil cackle of a laugh. And I will probably never share this story with anyone. But I will cherish it in my evil, evil, arbitrary, jealous heart forever.

Posted: 11:14 pm · Category: Misc Friends · Comments: None

This Saturday night, a couple of my friends threw a cocktail party.

Over the course of the night, several people there confessed to me that they had never been to a cocktail party before and didn’t know what to expect. I don’t think it was a very cocktail-y cocktail party, really.

I brought an old friend as my date because we desperately needed to catch up. A few hours into the party, he gasped when he recognized a guest as she came in the front door. I didn’t know her, but she graduated from our high school a couple years before us.

I knew her sister, though. Her sister is awesome. Back in high school, we took photography together. That was the last year the school had an old-fashioned darkroom. We used to go into the light-proofed closets together to wind our film, because the dark is scary and getting film onto the spindles correctly is hard. I remember taking very few photos worth looking at but having a lot of fun doing it.

I found my old camera — the old, cheap SLR I got for my eighteenth birthday to use for that photography class — recently. I played with it a little, trying to remember how to use it. It still baffles me.

Tonight I got into this stupid mood. Mostly because The Class was really sweet tonight, and damn it, why don’t I have a hot handyman to kiss me in the middle of my flooded living room? Is that so much to ask? So I got out my camera and tried to take pictures. And I’m pretty sure I don’t remember how any of the controls work anymore. I remember the f-stop, I remember the shutter speed, I remember vaguely how they work, but I don’t remember which way I should set them to get the picture I want. And I think maybe my shitty lens is scratched (reminder: don’t loan camera to siblings unless you’ve got collateral).

But if the pictures come out, I have two dozen shots of my bathroom tiles to forever preserve the details of a bathroom that still tells the stories of the previous tenant (specifically, that her daughter got a little wild with the crayons).

Also, the Mirror Project finally updated, so my most recent shot is now up. For the record, I did hang that mirror up, but it fell off the wall and the frame broke a week later. My attempts at repair failed. And I really need to figure out how to use my SLR because my cameraphone takes the worst photos ever.

(And for the worriers: all is not wrong in my life. Work is going really well. I wrote up a tech wishlist last week and was granted everything I asked for. And we have a new Senior Editor for Interactive and he’s way cool. I feel better about my job that I have since…ever. And I had a byline on a big Sunday centerpiece a couple weeks ago. Yay, work. Boo, personal life.)

Posted: 11:58 pm · Category: Misc Friends, Photography · Comments: 3

The plan was to drive up to Lawrence this morning, get lunch, shop, drink, hangout at the Bottleneck, crash at a friend’s place and drive back the next morning.

But it started snowing.

We hit the road a little after 10 a.m. and the quickly changed our minds.

So we turned back and had, I think, a lot of fun right here in Wichita.

First was breakfast at Riverside Cafe. Despite driving past it countless times, I hadn’t ever actually eaten there. Not bad. Awesome waitress.

Then bowling. None of us bowled anything worth boasting about, but I…well, it wasn’t my worst performance, at least.

Then a tour of random Wichita bars. I never realized how damn many bars there are here.

In short, today was not what I expected but still awesome.

Tomorrow, I may build myself a snowman. This snow is too great to let it go to waste.

Posted: 8:02 pm · Category: Misc Friends, Weather, Wichita · Comments: 1

I knew my allergies were about to catch up on me Saturday night, so I was considering not drinking at all.

But after hearing that I tend to get a bit silly after three drinks, Randy talked me into drinking some wine. And he poured me a big glass. And then Carrie insisted that everyone try her peppermintinis. And then, when I really wanted a glass of water, Brent insisted I drink one of his beers.

And after all that, I apparently took this picture of myself in Deb’s bathroom. I didn’t remember that until I found it on my phone tonight.

Wow. I totally don’t look drunk at all. Ha!

I left after a long argument over whether “Ray Ray” Robinson will be convicted. In case you ever wondered, that is what journalists talk about at parties.

Posted: 11:38 pm · Category: Drunk, Misc Friends · Comments: 1

Me: I’m knitting him a scarf.
Her: Oh, it was that good, huh?
Me: Oh yeah.
Her: Wooooow.

Posted: 5:41 pm · Category: Conversations · Comments: None