Why I win at life (Part 746)...

Lord Almighty...

I have so much to tell you!

I have been a social, social girl these last few days. I mean, this shouldn't come as a surprise to you, because after all, I am a pretty big deal around here. By the way, when I say " around here" I really mean in the depths of my own mind...but don't tell anybody that, because I have a reputation to uphold.

So on Thursday my friend Beth hosted a focused marketing group/cocktail party for Nintendo Ds. Now, I know this sounds really really strange, and trust me, I too felt a little strange and awkward about the whole situation...but it was kind of fun!

Because Beth blogs for the Chronicle, she gets invited to all kinds of events and sometimes she is asked to host certain events, many of which have something to do with promoting a cause or product. It isn't all that bad - because, truth be told, most of the time these companies wine and dine you and give you free shit, and honestly, who doesn't enjoy some good old fashioned ass kissing in the name of consumerism ever so often?

Anyway, so Thursday after work I find myself being taxied out to bum fuck Egypt San Fransisco to attend a Nintendo party with 25 of Beth's girlfriends. That's right...it was all women! Nintendo wanted to prove to us that gaming isn't only for men. After spending about 2 hours becoming the Grand Fucking Master of Mario Cart and Guitar Hero, I was pretty much over Nintendo for the rest of my adult life and had quite the wine buzz working for me.

I mean, come on people, do I have a spare 2 hours a day to play video games? I guaran-damn-tee ya that there are about a million fucking other things that I should be doing with 2 hours than playing video games. Like organizing my ribbon. Or doing the dishes (yeah right, that is what Michael is for). Or writing a blog. Or masturbating.

That being said, I still fucking rock at Mario Cart and Guitar Hero! I have said it before, and I will say it again, I win at life. It is just that simple...

Don't fret! I know what you are thinking...

Social? Social?...Becky, please, you played video games with 25 other women and nobody was on acid...what the fuck is social about that???

Ok, ok, fine, even though it was fun...I definitely redeemed myself on Friday night!

Actually, Friday pretty much started without any promise for a good time at all. I was gearing up for a comfy night at home in sweat pants with a bottle of wine and a bag of sour cream and cheddar potato chips. By the by, sour cream and cheddar potato chips are the house chips here at The Penthouse, so when you finally get around to coming for a visit, bring wine and a bag of those bad boys and you are in for good!

But I digress...

At about 3:00pm one of the partners offered 2 free tickets to a game that night and I was all over that offer like flies on shit (I know, classy). I e-mailed Michael: Two tickets for the Giant's game tonight. Free. Partner seats. You in? I need to know ASAP.

Sherm knows a good deal when he sees one. And it don't get better than free, my friends! So the roomie and I met a few other people from work at the game.

Michael and I brought our A-game, and while the other people from work were enjoying Ice Cream Sundaes, Sherm and I were doing a decent job at throwing back the $27 beers. Seriously, who eats ice cream Sundaes at a baseball game? That is what beer and chili cheese fries are for. Although, we all know what happened last time I enjoyed myself some chili cheese fries at a Giant's game, so I pretty much stuck to the beer...for every body's sake!

After the Giant's were devastatingly massacred by the Brewers...because the Giant's suck big fat monkey balls this year and it is really embarrassing...Michael and I decided that we would heal our blossoming beginner's fan woes, and meet a friend of mine at a bar to drown our sorrows. Nothing heals wounds better than booze, cheap well booze. It is the elixir of life.

Michael abandoned me for Asya, what does that bitch have that I don't? Oh, that's right, she's Asian...

So, I was left to my own devices at the bar with my new friends Jess (the bartendress), Martin, and Sid (who drinks pink vodka drinks even though he is a manly man because "dude, it has like 4 kinds of vodka in it.") Hahaha!!

I woke up on Saturday with a hangover and new friends! I love that...

But don't think that my weekend fun is done...because Saturday night I had ANOTHER party to attend, I told you...I am a big deal around here...

Nikki is on a new Nintendo kick. I am so not joking. She just holes up in her apartment and plays for hours. And when she can't beat a level she texts everybody she knows and tries to convince them to stop whatever they are doing ( in my case napping a hangover off) and come to her house to assist her in beating the level. I thought telling people that I scrapbooked was embarrassing, but Nikki has reached a whole new level...

Anyway, I talked some sense into the girl and made her swap out her BBQ sauce stained sweat pants and nerd fest for a cocktail party at a friend's house! By the by...I am loving all my new Bay Area friends! Loving them!

One of the girl's at the party was like, I need to feel me some Cher. And I was like, Oh. My. God. I love Cher and I have the greatest hits CD in my car...I am all over it...

Which prompts a friend to be all snarky and say, "Do you listen to Cher when you craft?"

This is why I love my scrapbooking people. Ladies, the general public just doesn't understand like you do. Thank you for your support of this addiction. We need to stick together...

Nikki immediately jumps to my rescue. "It is not 'crafts'." Said with her most disgusted tone that we all know and love. See, us scrapbooking gals, we stick together...

Oh, and yes, Cher is exactly what I listen to when crafting. And yeah, I totally sing along, what of it?

Speaking of crafting...I am so going to stay in my jammies all day today and SCRAPBOOK!!!!! I haven't scrapbooked since the "one title in 15 hours debacle of 2008."