I like chocolate martinis.

Oh God, Wolfsburg.
I can say nothing else for now, because I don't know what could happen.
But oh God, Wolfsburg, Germany.
Home of the VW.
Soon.
Me.

I was just watching the weather. The newscaster said, "It's starting to feel like football weather." Don't get me wrong, I love football, but it's like barely in the 60s out there, and it blows.
Kitty is leaving for Vegas in two weeks. Dear God, please don't let me be too far behind.
There are new jobs on journalismjobs.com at the Las Vegas Sun.
Note to self: Get your ass in high gear now, Kara.

Amy says we need lists today. That's because it's Friday (rock) and we're tired, I gather.
• Robert Palmer died. That's just sad. First John Ritter, now Robert Palmer. What's with all these people in their 50s dropping dead from random heart problems? It freaks me out.
• The teens last night made me feel old. But then I realized they're just obscenely young. "I was in the fourth grade with Green Day's 'Dookie' came out," said one. And another one was only in first grade. See, I'm not old, they're just babies.
• Starbucks has me hooked. I can't decide if it's the crack or the heavy cream. But I went back again today. I'm a fiend. But only for the iced coffee because you know how I feel about the hot coffee cup/lid situation.
• Why is it that whenever I make OK plans, suddenly jucier plans pop up, but I can't possibly break the original plans because I'm much too loyal to blow someone off? Oh, but the more desireable plans are far more intriguing... Damn.

Suddenly my insides are shaking. Is it the Starbucks crack coffee? Did the lady put more than heavy cream in my coffee?
I kinda like it.
It's no wonder why I wrote so much below.
Woohoo! I'm gonna go walk around The Advocate building now til my pants fall off. Yeah!

Some thoughts, in an easy to follow outline form.

1. I just went to Stop & Shop because I had to buy cookies and chips for the teen advice columnists that I have to work with tonight.
• That's just funny, I have to hang out with the teens and pretend to have control over them or something, when I really just want to get the geeks drunk.
• I bet the teens think I'm really old.
• Buying cookies and chips when I'm on Atkins is a cruel joke. But my pants are falling off my ass so hardcore today you can see my undies. Sweet. (Sweet in more ways than one.)

2. Two teen Hanson-type boys with guitars were busking outside of Stop & Shop and they got kicked out. I felt bad. Then I got in Otto and drove nearby to Starbucks (sorry, Adam) to get iced coffee and the boys were trying to busk outside the Bed, Bath & Beyond, and they got kicked out. They were on their way to the Men's Warehouse next.
• I'm glad I felt bad for the kids, because for a split second I almost had the thought: "Go away, grungy teens." That would make me old.
• Making a Hanson reference definitely makes me old.
• The Starbucks lady called me "miss" (note: not ma'am, thank God) and then offered me heavy cream for my coffee. Is she a mind-reader? Do I have "Atkins" written on my forehead? In any case, she was a gem, and I want to go back and give her a tip.
• The busking teens are dumb, because who the hell shops at the Men's Warehouse on a Thursday afternoon at 2:30? Not exactly a money-making location. I bet they got kicked out anyway. Maybe I should go back and give them a tip, too, but they kinda sucked.

3. Driving back from Stop & Shop, the man behind me was driving a mid-'90s Subaru station wagon, but the steering wheel was on the opposite side of the car. I was so confused, I thought I was having problems using my rearview mirror. But when I realized he was sitting next to the curb, and I was sitting next another car in the lane beside me, I got it.
• Is Stamford suddenly part of England? Or am I nuts?

4. Conclusions:
• I'm generous and I feel like giving money away today for some reason. Too bad I'm not rich.
• I have a real age complex today.
• I'm a little off today.

5. In other news:
1. Three months 'til Christmas. What the fuck?
2. Tonight a film Heather edited is being screened at the Greenwich Film Festival. The film is called "Mendy" and it's about Hasidic Jews, whom I am fascinated with much like I am with the Amish. And I don't mean that in any derogatory sense.
• Did you know Hasidic women go to a separate section, the "Veiber Shul" (ladies synagogue) when attending services. They are not allowed to lead any part of the services or to pray out loud, as men are prohibited from listening to the voice of women. — HasidicNews.com

6. Told you I am a little off today. A little wordy, too. And don't forget a little pointless. Except for...

7. Finally, much love, hope and faith to Baja Stacey and her family.

Vegas kids, you will be proud. I finally put the Euromotive stickers Brian made for me on Otto:



I also took this beautiful picture of Otto at sunset last night:



Such a pretty boy. I love Otto.
The rest of the pictures can be found here. The album is called Martinis and stickers, and it's positively delicious. You'll see why.

HI NICOLE!
There, that's better!
:*

Beth: The window wasn't open, silly, it was raining so hard here it was leaking through. It was like a monsoon!
But the sun is out now, so I'm a bit less bitchy now. Well, until I have to fight afternoon traffic.
And Stacey: Much love and luck to your dad.

Brace yourself for the bitchfest of the week...
It's like I live in the goddamn rainforest.
It took me almost two hours to get to work today. Mind you, I'm a mere 40 miles or so away from work. The commuters were driving like there was snow on the ground instead of water. The Merritt Parkway, I-95, the backroads, it didn't matter. We drove slow like wet little turtles today.
When I finally got to Stamford, it started to rain sideways. Otto shook. I thought the hurricane was last week? I got out of the car during what I thought was a lull in the rain. But as soon as I started to walk away from Otto, the wind picked up and I was pelted with sideways rain. The umbrella did no good.
So now I sit here, in soaking wet tight capri pants that might never dry, freezing because the air conditioner is on full blast. And my leather sandals are so wet they squish when I walk. Gross. And let's not even discuss the hair.
It's even raining in the building, through one of the windows near me. That's not safe.
I sincerely hope Otto doesn't float away.
Happy fucking first fucking day of fucking fall, motherfucker.
Maybe I will start swimming towards the desert today.
p.s. And yes, ladies, we are still throwing rocks at boys. For now.

Boys suck.
The end.
No, wait.
Let's be more mature about this.
Boys are dumb, throw rocks at them.
(Much better.)
The end.

Yay, the first episode of "Date Patrol" aired tonight on TLC. That means in only 10 more episodes I'll be a TV star, too.
The episode tonight was great. It was about this nice guy Ken, from New Jersey, who they basically had to jazz it up. I kinda think my episode will be a little like his. He was Mr. Nice Guy who had to turn into Mr. Naughty, but Nice Guy. I will be the Little Girl Next Door who has to turn into Sexy Woman Next Door. We'll see. In any case, I'm a little nervous, because they did make him look pretty dorky in the beginning. (I'm not looking forward to them picking me apart and calling me one of the Brady Bunch kids on my episode.) But by the end of the episode, Ken looked amazing, I had tears in my eyes. So I am happy, it did turn out well.
Overall it was a nice show. Entertaining, fun, and heartwarming.
Awww.
And now I'm patrolling the "Date Patrol" message boards on the TLC Web site and Ken has all these girl fans that just love him. Does this mean I'll get cute boy fans, too?!
I can't wait for my episode!!

Today must be a better day.
The hurricane has passed.
I got an iced coffee today and it didn't spill. (Sorry, Adam, I had to go to Starbucks, I needed the caffeine today.)
I'm wearing my fabulous new green cargo mini from H&M.
It's Friday.
And most importantly, Brian's Jetta is home!

LOST: 1995 VW Jetta.
Let's be the first to put that on the side of a milk carton.
Oh my God, Brian's Jetta was stolen. Pushed right out of his driveway. It's suddenly the saddest day ever. I just want to go to Las Vegas right now to go find it before it's stripped to pieces.
Brian gave me a ride in the Jetta less than two weeks ago when I was there. I have a big crush on that car. It makes me smile.
And I can't believe Brian's car got stolen. Brian is sweet and kind and wonderful and a great guy. He put so much work into that car. It makes me really sad and very angry.
Go read about it here.
Oh baby Jetta, please come home.

Oh boy, Beth has a blog now, too!
I love it! All the Vegas kids have blogs now, it's almost like being in Vegas...
er, maybe not.
:(

I'm starting to dislike Starbucks. Don't get me wrong, I love their burnt coffee, it's like crack. It's their cups and lids that really turn me off.
I understand they use paper cups to be environmentally conscious. (Whatever, I don't care.) But the seam on the paper cup does not fit well with the lid, so wherever the seam meets the lid, coffee inevitably leaks and spills down the side of the cup. Annoying.
But these plastic lids are a problem themselves already. Each lid has a rasied top and a built in hole, which does not work in car cup holders. Go over a bump, and coffee comes spouting out of the hole, like a little whale blowhole. Super annoying.
So I thought I had the cups all figured out. I put a napkin in the hole and drape it around the lid, hoping to catch all leaking coffee. Sometimes this works, but this morning was a disaster. Starbucks isn't even five minutes from work, and by the time I got to the parking lot, the napkin was soaked through and dripping and coffee was coming out at the seam. And it's not that bumpy of a ride. I had to wipe coffee off the leather gearshift boot. I was not pleased.
So, as I sit here, and glare at my coffee-stained white Starbucks grande paper cup and lid, I wonder, is this their way to get me to buy one of their overpriced, cheaply made (ask Amy how cheap) travel mugs that probably won't fit in my funky, poorly placed VW cupholder?
F THAT. Sometimes I wonder why I bother straying from Dunkin' Donuts and all its unabashedly cheap Styrofoam goodness.

Horray! Now Nicole has a blog, aptly named nicolelicious!
Go get some Vegas lovin'!

Oh my God, I am definitely going to hell for sending you here.

I can't believe John Ritter is dead.
A day without Jack Tripper is like a day without sunshine.
:(

"Come and knock on our door
We've been waiting for you
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his,
Three's company, too!"

Because there is nothing better to write today, I will self-indulge.
l. IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
Las Vegas.
2. YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING ?
I like these karate pants a lot. They come with a handy detachable belt which you can use for naughty things!
3. FAVORITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Ass... I mean arms.
4. WHAT'S THE LAST CD THAT YOU BOUGHT?
Metallica — St. Anger.
5. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE?
The top of The Palms at the Ghostbar in Las Vegas.
6. WHERE'S YOUR LEAST FAVORITE PLACE TO BE?
The dentist.
7. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE MASSAGED?
Hands.
8. WHAT'S MOST IMPORTANT, STRONG IN MIND OR STRONG IN BODY?
Mind.
9. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE IN THE MORNING?
After 8 a.m. So lazy.
10. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE?
The ice maker.
11. WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY?
The check engine light.
12. IF YOU COULD PLAY ANY INSTRUMENT WHAT WOULD IT BE?
The harp.
13. FAVORITE COLOR?
Relfex Silver.
14. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR SUV?
Otto. That means sports car.
15. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTERLIFE?
I believe in Heaven.
16. FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK?
"Miss Spider's Tea Party".
17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?
Summer.
18. WHAT'S YOUR LEAST FAVORITE HOUSEHOLD CHORE?
Cleaning the tub.
19. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE (OR TWO) SUPER POWERS, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Time travel.
Fly.
20. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?
No, but so help me God, soon there will be the "Price is Right" $ on my ass.
21. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
Yes. Boys.
22. THE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACK AND TALK TO?
My best friend when I was like 4, Danielle.
23. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DAY?
New Year's Eve.
24. WHAT'S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR?
Oh boy. Aerobed, several water bottles, car cleaning supplies, gym clothes and sneakers, CDs, a blanket, flip flops, a present for Kitty, a few cans of seltzer water, the jeans I've been meaning to return to Banana Republic for months, clothes to go to Bunny's tonight, and a full-size spare tire, thank you VW.
25. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI OR HAMBURGER?
Soosh!

I need my own chicken. I need a chicken that will lay me eggs.
Yesterday I ate five eggs. Today I've had 2 1/2. Ah, but it's merely 2 p.m.
Oh, Atkins. Soon I will start clucking.
Or maybe I will become like Edie, the Egg Lady, from Pink Flamingos.
Dear God, no.
In the words of Divine, "I am the filthiest person alive!"

Look! The official TLC fansite is up for "Date Patrol." TV star!

I feel like I've just come down from a great high. (A natural high, as long as you don't count the Ketel One and Red Bull fuel.) And so today I am sad. And tired. But I am pleased.
Vegas was so wonderful. I mean, it is so wonderful.
Everyone I met is so wonderful. I already feel like I'm at home there, but then I leave and I'm reminded it's not home yet. And taking the godforsaken redeye home doesn't exactly help matters. Ha, and I even almost missed my flight. I think Nicole secretly locked the keys in the Bronco to trick me into staying there. You know, I wouldn't have complained if I did. But I had to go home. Connecticut home. For now.
And yes, I cried when I left. It's inevitable, I always do. But we took off and I looked down at the glittering Strip below. Something clicked. Something felt right. I stopped crying. I told myself I'd be back soon, and next time I will not leave.

"Don't cry. Be like me and move here. Then you don't ever have to leave." — Adam

I'm in Vegas right now.
Vegas, baby, Vegas!
I'm the happiest girl in the world!
Happy Birthday, Adam!

Ah, to be a TV star...

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Only 23 1/2 more hours!

And I am so excited Buffy is basically all over this blog.

Yay, look, Adam has a blog now!
28 more hours.
Wheeee!

I want to see this. Because I am fascinated by the Amish. Maybe I will trade in Otto for one of these. And I will put a little VW emblem on the back of it.
Wow.
I am delirious.
45 more hours!!!

Sometimes I do really silly things when I am drunk.
Like what I did Sunday morning.
But sometimes really silly things make me really, really happy.
73 more hours.
I can't even stand it.