Well, I managed to not get too out of control at karaoke last night. I drank water in between my Coors Lights. Because today I went out to lunch with my boss and one of our clients. I figured it would be best if I didn’t vomit on an HR Manager.
Last Night’s Playlist:
- Need You Tonight – INXS (Not my best work – I probably wouldn’t sing this again)
- Sugar We’re Going Down – Fall Out Boy
- Frozen – Madonna
- Son Of A Preacher Man – Dusty Springfield
- Fairytale of New York – The Pogues f/Kirsty MacColl (I sang this as a duet with my boyfriend. Christmas in April! HOORAY!)
Lots of water + leaving the bar long before last call = no painful headache/nausea/hangover today.
So this morning I decided to get all dressed up. And by dressed up I mean not wearing jeans and a Fall Out Boy hoodie. I wore my professional-ish pants. In black. I thought they were brown when I was super-groggy and dressing in the semi-dark, but no…black. And a black shirt. But at least my shoes were snappy (I can’t find a picture, but they are ballet flats with little strips of different colors and patterns of fabric! They go with EVERYTHING).
All throughout lunch, I kept thinking, “How is this my life?” Lunch with a client? REALLY?
Honestly, I felt like a kid sitting in with the grown ups. And we were at a very casual lunch at Chili’s, for God’s sake! By the way, I HIGHLY recommend the Quesadilla Explosion Salad. I eventually relaxed a little bit, and it was fun. It helps that the client is totally rad and has a snarky, hysterical personality. I just can’t seem to get over this complex I have around professional-types that make more money than I do. It’s so WEIRD. As if I’m not an equal. Which, I’m not, in terms of salary or power or title. But I’ve been in this industry for YEARS. Plus, I’m not a spring chicken – my boss is only 3 years older than me! It’s not like I’m a 19 year old intern.
But I have to say, I look pretty nifty in my all-grown-up clothes. Which are probably really considered “business casual,” but whatever. I live in jeans, hoodies, v-necks (because my cleavage rocks) and other forms of comfy clothes. But tonight, I may even wear this big-girl outfit to the bar. But with these shoes. And sing karaoke while looking like a junior executive or marketing assistant or something. WHY? Because I CAN.
Meanwhile, completely unrelated: this commercial is absolutely precious. I don’t understand the game, I have no idea what Beyonce’s is saying or singing, but DAMN if it doesn’t make me WANT THIS GAME. Plus, Beyonce’s face at 0:24 is freakin’ cute.