The Birthday WEEK

Birthdays Can’t Just Last One Day… Silly…

Birthdays are a time for celebration.  The world would be a totally different place if you weren’t here! “There is no one alive who

Posing with the birthday boy

Posing with the birthday boy

is you’er than you.”

With that said, Desiree and I decided long ago, celebrating a birthday for one day is silly… Birthdays deserve a week of celebration.  We have certainly had some memorable birthday weeks…

When we moved in with BK last May, Desiree’s birthday had already passed, and up to this point, we haven’t had the chance to celebrate any birthdays as the roommates yet.  Well, that all changed this week.  March 1st brought us BK’s birthday, and we definitely ended his birthday week with a bang.

The House Party

It all started with a Facebook event to invite a few people over for drinks Friday night.  Desiree and I ran around before the party, cleaning and gathering the random obvious materials.  Our last stop was the beer outlet where we got five cases, thinking that would be plenty.

Breaking for a picture before lining up the shots...

Breaking for a picture before lining up the shots…

Well by the end of the night, we went through over four of our cases plus the two cases other guests brought along with over six bottles of liquor.  I, apparently, became an expert bartender, and as the night progressed, Desiree and I would pour shots of anything and everything mixed together.  At one point, we were doing shots of sangria with our friends.  Everything became an excuse to do a shot – a new friend arriving, someone saying something funny, or discovering a new bottle… all reasons to drink.

Someone got really drunk and bumped into our TV stand… it broke.   Our TV thankfully is fine, but the stand cracked, and we need a new one.  That’s how you know it was a good party.

Okay, just so there’s no confusion, according to people who were there and after piecing stories together, it was Desiree and I who knocked into the stand.  It happens…  Whoops.

Nonetheless, we know how to throw a good party.  Now maybe the next time, we have a party, the roommates can manage not to blackout on the end of the night!


Popping Bubbles

Too Much to Handle

Desiree and I joke that friends can only hang out with us for a matter of one or two weeks before they realize we are too much to handle.  I’m not quite sure what it is about us that people can’t handle, but it’s a repetitive event.  So there’s something.

To others’ credit, we were a little ridiculous when we first became friends. Not everyone can have a weekend that lasts from

At Molly Maguires

At Molly Maguires

Wednesday night through early Monday morning and still hold a full time job.  But even since cutting back on that, people still tend to disappear.

Or just fade away.

Luckily though, we have a handful of friends who stick around.  They might not alway physically be there, but you know they’re there when you need them.  That’s all that matters anyway.

We’re a good time – Give us a chance. (:

The Bubble Theory

We have this theory with bubbles.  If you have ever had a moment where you feel like you are in your own world, and no one else is really seeing what is going on around you… you’ll get this.

Every once and awhile you are in a situation where the people around you are experiencing something on a whole different level than you, and you are left behind, wondering what is going on.  You are in a bubble, your own bubble, completely separate from the world.

The thing is, we all have our own bubbles, and when those people are experiencing the same event, their bubbles popped together, while you are left, floating outside the atmosphere.  Sometimes it’s a good thing for bubbles to pop.

Not always.

When an old friend, or, perhaps a guy from the past, enters the room with new friends, new guys.  It’s not always easy to watch their bubbles pop together. It’s even harder when your bubble refuses to pop, and there you are, left outside.

The best thing to remember in situations like this is that life always goes on.  No moment or situation will be everlasting.  Even if you are left in your own bubble the whole night, it will eventually end.

And tomorrow is a new day.  Oh, and if tomorrow sucks, it’s okay because…

The next day is a new one, too.

Just the girls

Just the girls

Hello 2013!

Happy New Year to all!

Fish Out of Water played at the Stadium Bar and Grill for New Year’s Eve, but now we are almost a full week into the new year and time for those new experiences to begin!

Like I said in my previous post, though, I’m keeping all those good memories and experiences going with 2013.  It does not always have to be a fresh start, and last night proved this.  Desiree and I drove down to PJ’s in Cherry Hill with our friend Allee and new friend Lisa and saw The Rockets.

Another night full of good times… and hopefully this is only a preview of how great weekends in 2013 can truly be!

New Year's Eve, 2013

New Year’s Eve, 2013

Code Names

The Beginning of Code Names

Birthday in Conshy, 2011

Birthday in Conshy, 2011


Ever since we first started going out to bars together, Desiree and I would make up code names for people.

There was a Stove, a Mr. Brightside, Girlfriend of the Year, and even a Psycho.  All those names were relevant to the people, and if they were around, we knew how to talk about them without having them ever know what we were doing or who we were referencing

When we first moved in with BK, we discovered the TV drama, 90210, on Netflix.  People then were awarded names that matched the characters Dixon, Liam, and Austin.

Grey’s Anatomy

Now that we have watched all of the seasons of 90210, we spend our free time watching Grey’s Anatomy, and we’re only halfway through.  The characters on this show seem to mirror many people and situations in our lives, minus being doctors and the surgical aspect of course.

Meredith and Cristina

Meredith and Cristina

Desiree is Meredith, the show’s main character, who is best friends with Cristina Yang, my alter ego.  They fight and stop talking, but they’re always there for each other, and if the day is bad enough, they drink tequila and dance it out.  A little drinking and dancing tends to cure life’s problems… at least for a little while.

What it comes down to is having that person who balances you out.  Nobody is perfect, and everyone has their flaws, but when Cristina can only see the black and white, Meredith shows her the gray.  And when Meredith can’t pick herself up again, Cristina reminds her of how strong she truly is.  Meredith is Cristina’s person. Desiree is mine.

Unfortunately, McSteamy and McDreamy just do not exist in our real lives…. yet.  However, we have awarded Burke and Karev to two individuals, but trust me, you don’t really want to be either.  Not in these cases.

What we really need is to find a George.

“Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves.  We throw tantrums when things don’t go our way.  We whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark.  We look for comfort where we can find it.  And we hope.  Against all logic.  Against all experience.  Like children, we never give up hope.” – Meredith