OK so I am one of those people that can get sucked into a good book. No I mean really sucked into it, as in the characters become part of my everyday life and my emotions for the day can be dictated by what I have read prior (i.e. killing off Dumbledoor - not cool). Anywho, I am pathetically the same way when it comes to a good TV show.
I recently have been ADDICTED to the show "Las Vegas". Now I am fully aware that this show is no longer running and only the reruns air, but my husband and sister-in-law got me hooked on it over Christmas and since then we have been DRVing two episodes a day and watching them when I get home from work (hence the fact that my jeans do not fit anymore because I plop my lazy but down watching reruns each night!).
So this is like crack to me, seriously. I have not gotten enthralled in a show like this since the OC (as well as a brief obsession with JAG). And trust me, I broke up with that show once they killed off Marissa Cooper....i was grieving for days. I know, pathetic. Just wait, I get worse....
OK back to LV...despite the ridiculously outlandish plots that occur in this casino (murders, felons, drugs, hmmm come to think it's kind of like a day at work!), I am sucked into the world of these main characters and the lives that they live while working at the Monticito Casino.
Let's start with Ed Deline, one of the big wigs on the show...I immediately like him for the sole reason that he was the dad in ELf. No other reason, just that. Delinda, his daughter annoyed me until she was pregnant and I then began to find her hysterical as she would puke and burp frequently throughout the episodes! Mary Connolly had way too much collagen in her lips and I found it annoying so I did not mind when they booted her from the show. Mike and Danny were comical and I enjoyed the dynamics between them. I loved it when Tom Seleck came on as "Cooper" the new owner of the Monticito and his undertaker look (as in a funeral undertaker, not the wrestler).
And then there is Sam Marquez. I am obsessed with this character in every way (well wait, not in THAT way). I want her hair, clothes and snotty attitude! How liberating it would be to just live in a world where people embraced the sarcastic and blunt honesty that flows from this character! And let's also admire that her job is to make rich people loose money....seriously what the heck am I doing with my life when I secretly covet doing that!
Anywho, the reason why I am rambling on about this show is because hubs and I just got done watching our two taped shows from Friday (wild Saturday night for us!), and the show ended with Delinda possibly loosing her baby (7 months along). Well of course since I can't wait until Monday night when I plop my butt down again on the couch and watch the next episode on my dvr, I made the hubs look it up online as to whether or not she lost the kid...
He discovered something that pissed me off even more than if she lost the kid....that was the LAST episode of the SERIES before it was cancelled. No resolution. No answers as to what happened, and now, no more reruns. It's like loosing Marissa Cooper all over again.
What the heck!? Even "Saved by the Bell" made a TV movie to FINALLY marry Zack and Kelly! Why not one last episode to wrap this one up! Why! WHY! Oooo the humanity...
So I say adieu to the Las Vegas friends that have been consuming 2 hours a night for the past 6 weeks in my living room....my jeans will also thank you as I will hopefully get my butt in gear and work towards that stupid 6-pack (see prior blogs for explanations)!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor...
So there is a reason why I haven't partied like I did in college! Last weekend we went out to a great Mexican restaurant with some friends called "Elsa's". This particular place has the most amazing margaritas named "Bad Juan". These suckers are potent. Seriously there is a 3 bad Juan limit!
So we started our evening out there and I indulged in two frozen raspberry Bad Juans (which I in another drunken stupor on a separate occasion renamed to "Juanita" - I'm a creative drunk!), then moved to the bar next door to listen to a band. At this point I am feeling pretty relaxed but quite in touch with reality still...
So at this next bar they were having $2 margarita night! Well staying true to the theme of the night I ordered another. When I received my drink I might as well have sucked on a lemon tree because this drink was mostly sour mix. When a friend of ours got there he asked why I wasn't drinking my margarita I told him my disappointing dilemma. He then took my drink went to the bar and returned with another....muuuuuuuch better! (Apparently he knows the owner) And this is where it all gets a little blurry...literally and figuratively!
So apparently the drinks kept coming (even though I swear I only had 3 total that whole night I was later informed it was more like 5). I vaguely recall challenging my friend in a game of air hockey (which i was so at a disadvantage!) and was obviously beaten miserably as I was seeing two pucks on the table!
After my unfair defeat (he was sober) I had an overwhelming craving for french fries and ranch dressing. So when our waitress came by you would have thought she was a celebrity as I was so excited to see her and order my deep fried carbs! As I can recall they were the best fries ever!
The rest of the night is still a little fuzzy...I guess I texted a friend from home for over 30 minutes and I don't remember much of that! I was also cornered by a man whose family is from Utica, NY (my hometown) and he went on and on about the food- a topic that I usually love to discuss however after two Bad Juans and 3 wanna-bes my ability to carry on a cohesive conversation isn't so great!
All in all the night was fun and I was told that I had a great time! The next morning I popped out of bed by 8am and made toast and cheesy eggs and a larrrrrge cup of coffee. After that I crashed on the couch most of the morning vegetating. No hang over, just exhausted. Not bad for a gal who usually doesn't drink much at all when out on the town!
All in all I chalk that weekend up as a success! I plan on having more of these weekends as I am determined to live my last year in my 20's to the max so that I start off my 30's with a bang (and a six pack! still working on that one!)!
So we started our evening out there and I indulged in two frozen raspberry Bad Juans (which I in another drunken stupor on a separate occasion renamed to "Juanita" - I'm a creative drunk!), then moved to the bar next door to listen to a band. At this point I am feeling pretty relaxed but quite in touch with reality still...
So at this next bar they were having $2 margarita night! Well staying true to the theme of the night I ordered another. When I received my drink I might as well have sucked on a lemon tree because this drink was mostly sour mix. When a friend of ours got there he asked why I wasn't drinking my margarita I told him my disappointing dilemma. He then took my drink went to the bar and returned with another....muuuuuuuch better! (Apparently he knows the owner) And this is where it all gets a little blurry...literally and figuratively!
So apparently the drinks kept coming (even though I swear I only had 3 total that whole night I was later informed it was more like 5). I vaguely recall challenging my friend in a game of air hockey (which i was so at a disadvantage!) and was obviously beaten miserably as I was seeing two pucks on the table!
After my unfair defeat (he was sober) I had an overwhelming craving for french fries and ranch dressing. So when our waitress came by you would have thought she was a celebrity as I was so excited to see her and order my deep fried carbs! As I can recall they were the best fries ever!
The rest of the night is still a little fuzzy...I guess I texted a friend from home for over 30 minutes and I don't remember much of that! I was also cornered by a man whose family is from Utica, NY (my hometown) and he went on and on about the food- a topic that I usually love to discuss however after two Bad Juans and 3 wanna-bes my ability to carry on a cohesive conversation isn't so great!
All in all the night was fun and I was told that I had a great time! The next morning I popped out of bed by 8am and made toast and cheesy eggs and a larrrrrge cup of coffee. After that I crashed on the couch most of the morning vegetating. No hang over, just exhausted. Not bad for a gal who usually doesn't drink much at all when out on the town!
All in all I chalk that weekend up as a success! I plan on having more of these weekends as I am determined to live my last year in my 20's to the max so that I start off my 30's with a bang (and a six pack! still working on that one!)!
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