Disco Baby, Roller Disco

If you know me, you will know I am not really a roller skater or roller-blader. Yet you will know I love music and dancing. So when I found about about roller disco, well I didn't care how bad I would be on skates I just wanted to go dance. Thus it went on my list of To-Do's, big whoop right? Not like I actually work on the list, right? WRONG! I love my list and am trying to cross it all off.

Thus I saw the chance which has slipped me by more than once to go Roller Disco, I knew I had to jump on it. I was so right! I broke out my old blades, yes I still have them. For once being a pack rat comes to my rescue and helped save me $5 and blisters! Roller Disco having a discount if you came in costume had tons of people dressed up. Yet what would I expect from the Black Rock Roller Disco, nothing but a fabulous Burner party. Naturally I out came the Burner clothes by Ms. S and we went to party.
Well my crew had my baby girl (more to come), Mr. MA who is from work and actually was kind enough to play taxi to us. Mr.G a friend from Argentina who is pretty much squatting. These boys of course being BOYS do not dress up or have fun, Leaving us girls to look completely H.O.T. in our Burner gear by ourselves. Ok a little weird to walk around SF in our costumes but thank goodness it is SF and we are not the weirdest thing out there.

Once we arrive, I find my friends quickly and we start hanging. Ms. A and her crew was there with Mr. K being the "professional" as always. My girl don Ms. J who I got to dress up and OMG she looked something fierce in my wig. Granted I think she is starting to learn that trying to play dress up in my clothes so doesn't work! At first the place is crowded as hell and it is a standing disco pretty much.

Lucky for me I run into my old favorite and now completely head of security Mr. A. At first we pass by each other both feeling like we know the other but keep walking. A drink later, a few laps back. I start to explore my old haunts now getting a bit more comfortable on my blades. I check out to see if there is still a smoking lounge having over heard Mr. MA. Remembering right, there is and I manage to complete my mission of finding him a smoke.

When I come back there is a train, conga, skate line going and I jump in. Everyone is twisting and turning and we are actually starting to skate fast since no one has to be in the way. It is amazing to see the line get longer and loop its self. The person in the middle frantic leading and almost pulling the whole line. I almost lose the line and catch it multiple times, granted breaking the smoke for Mr. MA. Opps.

After a fun time I grab some friends and a drink, we keep talking and dancing. Fun times being had by all and we just keep bouncing around and doing laps. A the night gets on the floor clears out. We start to be able to dance, skate around with each other. Of which I had two partners, one who was seriously cute and we got to go off chill and talk ;-)... The other who knew how to skate and dance at the same time. Which had me tripping over my feet and actually managed to make me fall. Eh whatever. The skating was all good but when it was over, we were hungry.

So we piled out of the Roller Disco and went on the hunt for Mr. MA's car. Lucky for me I know where it is and walk us straight to it. Granted that in itself can be hard when corralling three other people all slightly under a drink. We head off towards my house and make a stop at Mel's. Once after having eaten some grub the four of us head back to my tiny studio. Some how we all manage to pile in, hang out and crash out... horizontally on my bed. As I float off to sleep, all I can think is: "I feel like I am 21 again and the after party crash pad, how did I get back here? Eh."

Picture to come, maybe... regardless another one crossed off the list!

My computer isn't public property

When did the computer become a free for all? This has been an issue that keeps seeming to pop up. My friends who know me from Oregon might remember this being a complaint and something that would get me to blow up at them. One who I care for deeply and must get his sorry behind down here to visit, Mr. R didn't speak to me for a week after being yelled at.

Recently, this issue is popping up all over the M.F.B.J. place. Don't ask what that mean's its a joke from my dad but suffice to say it very bad. In Cali it is the same thing. People just go onto your computer, change your things, log you out and don't ask. Excuse you, but really? No, not OK. It is MY computer. Not the HOUSE computer or for ANYONE computer. It is Natasha's. Ok with Ms. J I do get it a bit and she has a bit of an excuse but not really. Once I am home all bets are off.

I get that you want to show me something, or that you want to check on something. Yet still ask before you take over my computer. If I give you the computer for a specific purpose, Mr. A. Then USE it for that purpose and when you are done ask if you can quickly check other things. BTW quickly means 5-10 minuets, not 20 to half an hour. Really people.

It is seriously annoying to watch people flitter around on my comp when I am not. First off, if anyone should be goofing off on there it is me. Plus I have so much actual work to do on it that I need to be doing, but I am not. Why? Because I have company, which is more important than my work. Yes, that company would be YOU SHITHEAD! Guess what you are doing? ON MY COMPUTER?!

Can you see how this would seriously piss me off? I don't give anything my full attention. If I do count your blessing because it is a rare thing. This is something I was recently made aware of by my babygirl Ms. J. So if you are actually getting my attention, don't disrespect it by not giving me yours and playing on my comp. If you must play on your own but don't expect me to hook you up to the net. I can't it's my landlords, so trust me when it messes up on my side that is a whole another ranting blog.

If you think this is directed towards you, well I promise you are not the only person. I can think of five off the top of my head who this goes towards.

Bra Tricks: Attachments 1

Girls I know that bra's are a pain. I know this for many reasons. Not just because I am a girl who has boobs and thus must deal with them. Friends who know me, just SHHH don't go there. Thanks you. Yes, love you too.

When it comes to retail I have always worked lingerie. It is fun, I get to help make women feel comfortable in their own bodies and for special occasions and difficult dresses. Some issue crop up often. So ladies pay note.
The low back extender. See how it hooks onto the sides of the bra, and you wrap it around yourself to bring the straps lower. You got it, those low back but normal front dresses. Not a bad thing to have in the wardrobe huh?

Or what about bring in the strap for racer backs? Yup having a few converters will help keep your straps out of the way. Now granted you can find some funk straps and change the convertible strapless. Or if you want a more elegant look find a converter.