You did not miss the first two parts, I am just starting with the last until I can steal pictures from people on myspace (which I am still boycotting). Paramedic took some great pictures of us making out on the river and also of my extremely pale body (which is now kinda bronzed/sunburnt). But before I speak of all the craziness of camping/canoeing I must tell you about getting back to St. Louis.



My best friend from high school and beyond, Rachel, and her friend (and mine) Rose came to visit me before Rachel leaves for Japan. I was extremely late getting back from canoeing, so they met me at my apartment and they came in while I was showering. I decided that we were going to go to a few of my favorite bars in the neighborhood. I took them to SubZero and the Loading Zone and we just had a few drinks (I had met my daily/monthly limit on alcohol).

When we get back to the apartment, Rose exclaims, "Hey Rachel, where is my car?" Can you please start freaking out with us right now? We all start to freak out just a little bit. "My car was right here. Right here!!!" Insert hand motions of trying to make a car appear out of thin air. Her car was parked immediately behind my car and was most definitely not where it was left. In the car are two laptops, lots of clothes, Hello Kitty seat covers, and various gay themed decorations.

Imagine, if you will, two thugs riding around with Hello Kitty seat covers in a purple-ish brown car. So hardcore. The laptops were in the trunk along with a lot of clothes and some other stuff that could have gotten them some money.

Now, continue to freak out while the cops are called and magically arrive in seconds. The cops inform me and Rose that the car should turn up and that lots of Chrystlers and Dodges are getting stolen, used to commit crimes, and then abandoned within a few days. The cops were extremely nice about everything. Continue to freak out. Lots of crying and the perfect moment to vomit from extreme stress was passed over. There was the perfect moment to vomit that we all missed but felt at the same time.

The cops leave and no calming down happens for quite some time. We thought that Rachel's passport was in the car and it was going to be impossible for her to move to Japan next week. Everything was just terrifying for several moments. Finally, we calm down just a little bit. Enough to stop randomly screaming obscenities. We had to eventually go to bed because waiting all night was not going to do us any good.

The cops found the car the next morning and called us at 8am. The car was abandoned about six blocks away from my house. The perps had popped the lock and smashed the ignition with a rock. Otherwise, nothing had happened. Everything was still in the trunk and it wasn't all shot up or anything. Rose does now have to start her car with a screwdriver (which is kinda hot and badass). So everything kinda turned out ok and all the freaking out was (thank god) for nothing.

So this is bon voyage to Rachel. She will be leaving for a year in Japan next week. I will not get to see her for an entire year. It is amazing that she is getting out of this country. I am so happy for her. The entire year will be spent on the top of a mountain teaching kids in a small town, eating sushi, and figuring out this world and what to do with it. I will miss you Rachel, but I will also be jealous of you and spend so much time thinking of you. We will talk a lot this year and it will be great. I love you Rachel.

I gave Paramedic a giant hickey. We have watched a lot of Weeds (which has always been fantastic and will be this season). Still, no sex (for those of you that wonder about such things). This means that we are actually building a very nice relationship, and even though we are moving very fast it is still at a very nice pace.

In other terms, I am beginning to feel a bit like a St. Louis C-List celebrity. I keep having people come up to me at random places saying hi and they met me at so-and-so. I am really starting to get around. I also had a very random encounter at a gas station in south city. I ran into one of my makeup store co-workers and neither of us really know what we were doing at that gas station at that time of night.

I passed my second car inspection with no trouble whatsoever. The first time, they told me that I had a problem with my swaybar. I laughed and said that I would have to call my father because I thought they were making it up. Turns out that it is a car part and it might need to be fixed but not to pass inspection. So I took it somewhere else and it was super easy even though it was half and hour away. There was this really old man sleeping in a chair and everyone seemed to ignore him except me. I really thought he was dead for awhile. I still need to get my air fixed and also see if this sway bar is in bad shape, but not as important as buying new sheets for a bed I never sleep in anymore or buying furniture like a couch or shelves for my room. I am excited to actually buy stuff that will make my house feel like a home.

My bestest friend in the whole wide world is coming to St. Louis on Saturday after the canoeing trip. We are probably going to raise a little hell and just relax from my drunken trip on a river. I'm super excited to show her a little of my life since leaving the small town we grew up in. She has come to see me once where I actually live but otherwise, we have just gone on trips and I've seen her when I went home. So this will be more of me in my life. Be very excited Rachel. I might want you to guest blog your experience.

Anyway, now it is time for me to go home to my bed and sleep by myself since Paramedic has to work tomorrow and I (and possibly he) needs sleep. Lots of sleep.

Countdown to canoeing and vacation (much needed two days off)...3 days. Be very happy for me.

Jenni thinks it is hysterical that Paramedic gives me a key and I gave him an ashtray. Is that a fair exchange?

OK Go - Here It Goes Again


This video kinda makes me hot all over. Don't forget to read the actual post below. This post was supposed to be second.

This was a CRAZY weekend. If something could be so wrong and so right it would be this weekend.

Starting off with Paramedic news. We went out on Saturday night with a bunch of his paramedic friends to some straight bars. By straight bars, I mean Seamus McDaniels and Nick's Pub which are two very straight Irish Pubs. I think I paid for one of my vodka tonics and a beer (not for me). The rest was purchased for me. When I am paying for drinks, I am a little more responsible. When I am not paying for alcohol, I am less responsible to not responsible at all. I had approximately 6-8 vodka tonics (some were stronger than others). That all just set up this story. Don't think that I'm turning into a raging alcoholic (not more than normal). Sooooo...this friend of a friend of a friend of Paramedic's slapped me in the face for REALLY no reason. Without thinking about it, I slapped him back. He looked at me with extreme shock like he had forgotten that he started it. His friend immediately cut in and told him that he deserved it. Apparently, he had been slapping people all night and I was the first to retaliate. It was kinda really scary. I think we almost got thrown out of the bar.

After that, Paramedic and I went back to his happy apartment and passed out, but not before having a little chat. I was supposed to go to work and wanted to come back to his apartment to sleep for awhile between shifts. He said absolutely and decided that I needed a key to his apartment so I could just let myself in. A KEY TO HIS APARTMENT. Can I be more excited about the way this is going. After his surgery on Tuesday, I will be meeting his parents. This seems like it is a little fast to me, but Paramedic is not concerned. Therefore, I will see how good or how bad it is going to end up being. I am doing this for him. He is having surgery after all and wants to see me more than his parents.

Enough about the boyfriend. First up, I must talk about Bunny. Bunny and Roomie are fighting big time finally. Jenni and I have been waiting for this to happen for quite some time now. It turns out that Roomie is just trying to blame Bunny for insecurities that she holds (so not anywhere close to Bunny's fault). Bunny did not make out with anyone. I so confirmed all the info. This was just one more crazy thing that happened over the weekend. It just so happens that this also means that I am also very pissed off at Roomie and it is not being hidden at all. She decided that it was best for her aunt to not move out until October. Jenni and I have been on pins and needles for two weeks now just patiently waiting for her to move out. I don't think I can handle another month of living with her (which was the whole reason that I was moving out to begin with and then she had to ruin that).

Jim and Kempf are both leaving this week. I am terribly upset that they are both leaving. I have been missing my Kempf anyway and spending some time with her this week makes me miss her more. But, I am planning on spending some time on the East Coast this fall and maybe going to reunion (joan--you coming?). So this could be super fun.

Celebrities I'm allowed to sleep with: Jake Shears (Scissor Sisters), Rufus Wainwright, and anyone from OK Go. I need to make Paramedic aware of this. Speaking of Scissor Sisters, they have a new great video and Jake is looking extremely sexy. BUT...even better is the new OK Go video. I posted it below directly from YouTube. Look at me finally getting with the times. Next thing you know, I will have a MySpace.

Anyway, I am actually going to go to my home and sleep in my bed for the first time in several days. Its time for a nap and to officially call this weekend done. I need to start a new week and relax a little because this week is still going to be a little stressful. Who needs sleep when you have a few jobs and a boyfriend? I am getting pulled in a variety of directions and need to spend time with Jenni, Jim, Andi, Alexa and several other people that hopefully are having less drama or life changing events. I'll be back to normal after next weekend. Things to look forward to are the annual canoeing trip from last summer where I pissed off my Open Relationship Girlfriend Becky. Love ya.

Today, I am entirely hopped up on caffeine and I am not going to sleep until I see my paramedic (who is not responding to my texts for the last two hours--my guess is that he might actually be saving lives). Yes, I am going to go to sleep around 5 pm. I have to work some tonight and then work a lot for the next few days. I need to get a lot of sleep, I have a lot of catching up to do.

The boy is wonderful. He makes me so happy. We went out Saturday night and I'm pretty sure that Andi made Hottie Banker jealous. Andi was playing volleyball and I was talking to Tori (aka watching Andi and talking about him). Every once in awhile, Andi would pop over just to kiss me and run back to play more volleyball. It was super nice. Tori and I were also bitching about how stuck up the Postman has gotten recently. After he broke it off with me, evidently, she yelled at him for letting me go. Tori is amazing.

I had my first rehearsal for the improv troup. One lady is absolutely hysterical but not an actor. I told her that I was wearing sexy underwear. She said really and then I showed her my sexy underwear. She proceeded to show me her bra and then stated "Why are we showing our underwear?" She really didn't have any idea why she was showing me her bra. It was hysterical. The troup is really fun and I love playing with them. There are some amazing people in the group that I'm looking forward to working with. I think this is going to be a very amusing group. Hopefully the performances will be just as good.

OOOOH!!!! Does anyone remember Peter Pan? Yeah, neither did I. Well anyway. He called me at the Complex and told me to come over to talk to him. So I walk over and he begins to tell me this whole bullshit about going away to college and how he didn't want to start anything and he's been avoiding me. I was just waiting for the best time to not rub it entirely in his face that I didn't like him and found someone else who is more amazing than he will ever be. I was really not into this guy and even his friend said that he is not a nice guy. But anyway, it was all very awkward. And everyone knows how much I love awkward conversation. I truly do absolutely love awkward conversation.

Anyway, time to go buy smokes. Jenni and I are having a field trip.

I got "mouth to mouth" from a paramedic for a few hours the other night. That is right, I made out with a hot hot paramedic. And now, I have a boyfriend.

I'm hearing "a back the bus up" type comment. I have missed a couple of very busy days in my virtual life. This might come as quite a shock to some folks out there that are following my life closely. This also came as quite a shock to me. Not an unpleasant one but a shock none the less. I was just excited about being able to blog about going to straight bars and making out in the parking lot while people stared and holding hands at another straight bar and getting looks of unapproval. I did not think that I would have an actual agree on the term "boyfriend".

Well now that we've backed up, let me tell you more. He is a city paramedic around my age. He calls me Cutie. We are going on our first actual alone together date tonight. He is really nice to me and treats me with a lot of respect. Oh yeah...he has two kidney stones so right now we are not doing the Shane usual of fooling around right away. Last night, we did cuddle naked together which was really nice. That was the second time that I've slept over. His paramedic friends all really like me. Everyone on my side really likes him. Even the Postman said that he was cute. Which was a nice thing for him to say. The first nice thing he's ever said to me.

I'm just very happy right now. Things are going well. I'm not moving at all. So all that money that I lost and then will be saving will be even more. I'm going to buy a couch and some new bedding to treat myself to some nice things for working so hard. Everything was chaos for a few days and then Paramedic Boyfriend helped calm things down. Is that a good enough nickname? I don't really think so. I'll work on that.

Well, life is good and things are good. First rehearsal for improv tomorrow. Jenni gets back on Saturday from Florida and the house is still intact thus far. I haven't exploded on the other roommate yet. The jobs are crazy but I'm managing well enough. Now, its time to go have a date with my boyfriend.