God, since when has Monday nights become the new Saturday nights?


And how is it that no matter how broke I am, I always seem to find money for alcohol? God, I'm an addict.

fung when: ok im down to $60 till my sister put money in for next month
SooshiMooshi: hah im soooo broke
fung when: that means buy a bottle of alcohol and predrink before we go out
fung when: and i havnt even gone grocery shopping yet
fung when: damn
fung when: were such alcoholics
fung when: rather go out and drink instead
fung when: huh
SooshiMooshi: haha yeah i know
SooshiMooshi: alcohol > everything else?
fung when: hahaa we always seem to find money for that
fung when: but not much else
SooshiMooshi: yup.
fung when: good prioritizing

Nashville was a blasty-blast. I got to see old faces, and old places, and words can't describe how much I could have stayed longer. I'll let these pictures do the talking.

God, we're such nerds.


We went to visit Terence's old school, MBA. I used to love going to the football games to meet boys|Our old house - pretty huh? Man, we've had some good times here.


Yummy family dinner at Stoney River. The steak was delicious.


The girls at Rumba for 1/2 off bottles of wine|Us at PM for some after-wine beers.


Some old Chinese school friends - we go waaaay back. Practically grew up together.


Game nights might give you herpes|Me and my favorite Mollsey


*Sigh* I always get so homesick after I go back to Nashville. YOU ALL NEED TO COME VISIT ME.

My new favorite bar to go to nowadays is Rain because:

1. The girls there are BUSTED. I'm not saying it to be mean, but you know... just sayin'. So I actually feel like hot shit when I go there.

2. When gay guys give you a compliment - they actually mean it. "Girrrrl, you look FABULOUS," has never meant more.

3. HOT GAY MEN. Mmm.

And a few pics from last night:

The former going-out crew - Me, Vivian, Phuong, and Joy! Uhm, hello Summer '05.


My bests.|Mmm. Hot.


Zeta love - together again!|4-way kisses like old times.

Hope y'all had as good of a night as I did! :)

[On a side note, I flew into Austin from Nashville at 10pm, and I was downtown by midnight. How much of an alcoholic am I?]

I got a new phone!

Only mine's red so it's about 10 times hotter.

I get unlimited text messaging now... so text the hell out of me. I'll be bored at work and need something to do anyway.

Dear Susan,

Don't ever question "if it's a good idea for me to take PTO during a week of roll-out". First of all, it's none of your goddamn business where I go, and what I do, and when I do it. Second, nowhere does it state in company policy that someone cannot take time off when there's a roll-out. Third, NEVER question my work ethic. I've been with J.Crew for over 2 years, and this will be the 2nd roll-out I've missed since the new store opened. You HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED WORKING IN OUR STORE YET, and you're gonna call ME out for leaving? Ooooh no. If you want to start off on a good note as our new store director, you best not be pissing people off (like you have) even before your first shift starts. They will eat you alive. So uh... good luck this week.

Oh, and I'm going home because it's been 10 years since my dad passed away (on Father's Day, no less), and my brother and I are going back for his memorial. Thanks.

Tammy

I'm drunk as shit. And I love it.

Phuong and I finished a FULL POWER HOUR last night at my beloved Crown & Anchor.

Our 60th shot!

We brought our own shot glasses and everything, because we're classy like that.

I haven't done a full power hour since Freshman year when we used to play a lot over at Stephanie's [whom, by the way, we miss immensely - especially your beeping watch!] I don't know what I was thinking trying to attempt power hour, let alone finish it, because I was already getting crunk after the 12th shot of beer. By the 60th one, I don't think I was able to make a complete sentence. I then proceeded to stumble home and have phone sex with my boyfriend. Haha. Just kidding. But not really.

Anyway, it was fun. I woke up with no clothes on this morning - which is always a sign of a good night. I should do this more often.

When you drink too much on a Saturday night on 4th, you might do a little of this:

Three-way kisses are fun.

Or this:

So sober...

But at least I was with my favorites (minus YOU, Julie!)

I love my Zetas.

And no matter how drunk I am, I will never be as bad of a parallel parker as Gabe:

It's impressive, really.

We're currently running a promotion on all our our polos where you can buy 2 for 40 dollars. They are full price if you only buy one, but the thing is, the cheapest polo we have in the store is $39.50. Which means that for 50 cents more, you can get a 2nd polo.

Today, a lady brought this polo up to the register to purchase, and when I told her about our promo, she looked at me like I wasn't speaking English and said, "No thanks, I'll just take this one".

Uhm... So this woman was actually buying ONE polo for $42.50, instead of getting two for $40. Lady, we'd be paying YOU to get another shirt and you're gonna look at me like I'm crazy?

Are people really this rich?

On a side note, I updated to the new Blogger, which meant I had to redo the template. I tried to keep things the same so... you know... it doesn't freak out my like, 2 readers.

Don't hang out with Albert, kids. Drugs are bad, mmmkay?


SooshiMooshi: god, special K sucks
SooshiMooshi: its like eating cardboard.
alin 1ad: lol wtf?
SooshiMooshi: i miss cap'n crunch
alin 1ad: i snorted it when i did it
alin 1ad: when, where???
alin 1ad: o wait
alin 1ad: ...
alin 1ad: uhhh
SooshiMooshi: THE CEREAL
SooshiMooshi: NOT THE DRUG
SooshiMooshi: YOU FREAKING JUNKIE
alin 1ad: i mean i love cocoa puffs

We had 5 people make purchases of $500 and more in a row within two hours of our store opening. One of those women bought over $800 worth of clothes... without even trying them on.

I would love to be able to walk into a store, pick out a bunch clothes, not try any of it on, and just buy it all without even blinking an eye. One day...

Today, I met the daughter of the Berenstain legend.

I rang up a girl who was buying clothes for her move back to the Northeast. She just finished grad school at UT in journalism, and will be working for her parents' publishing company. She then proceeded to tell us that her parents used to write children's books. When asked which ones, she told us "The Berenstain Bears".

Oh. My. God. I used to LOVE the Berenstain Bears [Side note: I had no idea it was spelled that way - I always thought it was "The Bearstein Bears". Hmm.]!!! I used to always circle shit off the Scholastic catalog and make my mom buy them for me. A lot of those books being the Berenstain Bears - I had maybe 20 or 30 of them. One of my favorite ones was "The Bearstain Bears and too much junk food" where Papa, Brother, and Sister bears all eat too much sweets and fat foods, and they had to go see a Doctor - Hey! Sounds like someone I know...

Anyway, my friends in elementary school and I would always trade off our books because we all liked them so much It was like drugs, only much, much cleaner.

So... who cares about meeting celebrities, when you can meet someone who contributed to my childhood?

Since my life revolves around work nowadays, I find it only appropriate that I blog about the super interesting days in the life of a retail associate.

Hey, it's better than nothing, right? I've given up on trying to be funny months ago, but I kinda miss writing on here. So. Here it is. Sorry to disappoint.

Our latest windows. They take a long time to do, but the end result is always rewarding. I like the fish the most.

My favorite gave me a present for my birthday yesterday that I will never forget.

Well... it's not like I can anyway, since it's PERMANENTLY ETCHED into my body.



But I absolutely love it. It's been two years since I've drawn this and now I get to love it forever.



Thank you, Phuong. I loves you. But not as much as my new tattoo.

What a fuckin' week.

I spent all of Monday morning throwing up the undercooked salmon I had the prior night, and then spent the rest of the day in bed with a fever and chills. Wednesday, I went into work at 7am... only to get off at 9... THIS MORNING. 26 hours in that fucking store making it pretty for our CEO visit tomorrow. I'm so done with this week.

South Padre - make it work.