I just wanted to say that, because it is the song of the summer. The Daft Punk album rocks and it’s the theme for summer 2013. It is possible that I played that Get Lucky song 100 times this weekend. Chance of burn out? Strong to quite strong. But for now, it’s killing it. Are you ever so obsessed with a song that you play it at the gym on the treadmill, then on the speaker with your get ready playlist, then in the car on the way to the bar, then even when I get home and walk my dog at 3 am before going to bed? Safe, I know.
I’ve been being too social lately and I think I need to staycate a little more. Yes, I made that word up. If rappers can say “vacate” instead of vacation, then I am going to staycate. Anyways, I have been really in the mood to dance, albeit poorly white girl style. So, when 12 am rolls around at the bar, I am ready to dance. My married friends are most fun to dance with because there is no sexual tension. You know, when you dance with a stranger for fun at the bar and then he’s like, “yo can I get yo numba” and I’m like, “dude I just wanted to get my dance on.” SO, dance with married friends. Unless you like one of the married friends. After a big night of dancing, I made myself sleep until noon on Saturday because I seriously hadn’t slept in 24 hours. I felt like I had slept for an hour, but I had to get up and head to the mall. Dress shopping hungover on a Saturday? As much as I love buying clothes, this was a less than ideal situation. First thing, I had to eat. So, I stopped in the fancy Neiman Marcus restaurant and got myself a sandwich, a coffee, an orange juice and why not…a bloody mary. Did you know that you can carry that drink around the whole department store? Nice. So I downed the hair of the dog and found a dress for the charity event I had to go to later that night. I love having a reason to go out, so even though I was getting ready until the very last second, I was really looking forward to doing something new. The charity event was so well done. A former hockey player was holding a poker and gold event for a local Children’s Hospital and though I don’t normally fit into that kind of scene-y charity crowd, this was a great event. I really regret the 5 shaved ice vodka drinks I had, almost as much as my guy friend probably regrets bidding (and winning) the 1400 Muhammed Ali “Thrilla in Manilla” poster.
Has every girl had the Leonardo Dicaprio hook up dream? I don’t know why he’s top of mind for me, considering he strikes me as a little crazy. I had two dreams about a love affair with Leo this weekend. Ya think I was alone? Of course, I was. I was telling my roommate that I had the dream and she laughed saying, “I don’t think you’re the only person in the world to have a dream about getting with Leonardo Dicaprio.” I guess I just never hear girls swooning over him like they do about Brad, George and Johnny Depp. I’d also welcome dreams about them, but something makes me think it’s Leo that I would get along. I just need the Victoria Secret makeover first.