While I’m too busy not blogging about my myself, it’s a good thing someone else IS!
Announcing my debut on NPR’s featured Tacky Tourist Photos blog!
[Post also seen on Pedal Power Training’s blog]
I’m not sure who I am anymore.
The die hard roadie just got herself a mountain bike??
Oh, but it sure is PRETTY.
Meet Lord Kegasus, my new (to me) 2010 Trek Top Fuel 9.8. I’m still not sure what exactly I’ll be doing with it (probably riding/falling/crashing/flailing more than racing or showing any signs of competence), but hey maybe I’ll acquire some much desired steering skillz that have eluded me riding exclusively on the road.
Thanks to Uri for letting me borrow his extra Fisher for the last year and helping me commit to yet another financially zapping hobby.. disposable income is overrated, anyway.
And to all my mtb friends.. you may regret offering to teach me the ways of the dirt. It’s a good thing I have so many of you to burn through.
Recently at the Cupcakes and Cocktails event on Newbury St., my liberal friend CP (if you can’t make peace over cupcakes, where can you?) made the observation that my political views, much like many other things in my life, are an anomaly. Having grown up in a small, southern town (and in a Catholic family), my conservative roots have been in place for decades.
However, as I transition from the twilight of my youth to quasi-adulthood, my political views can be summed up in the following: I don’t care what you do, who you marry, or how you are paying for healthcare.. as long as you leave me and my hard earned money out of it. And you’re generally not an IDIOT (no crying for a bailout when you buy a home you clearly can’t afford). So that’s kinda libertarian, but I really don’t want to move to Verhampshire and live in the bush and not shave my legs to embrace the affiliation.
So after some big think tanking (the booze helped), we came up with this. This ain’t your average Libertarian or Conservative Party.. this conservative libertarianism is a revolution:
We focus primarily on fair taxes, personal accountability and seersucker. Based on one-day feedback via Twitter, the movement is strong.
Pretty sure the Tea Party is regretting not recruiting me to be their mascot/chairperson.
So my friends at Chase Visa gave me a call last week, to inform me that they were shutting down my card, as they feared it had been compromised. It was a little odd, since they called to tell me they were giving me the kabosh, rather than asking if I wanted it to be shut down. But I digress, that’s not the point of the story.
After the rep said that they were putting the card on hold, he wanted to go through some recent transactions to make sure that they were legit. Sure, no problem. But I had no idea that going over one’s purchasing habits with a total stranger would be so…. revealing.
Rep: Niketown in San Francisco on 11/5?
DP: okay, so it wasn’t purely a business trip. At least I didn’t put it on the corp AMEX?
Rep: Walgreens on 11/9?
DP: Hmm.. oh yes, that was the dog Snuggie.
Rep: International Bicycle for [let’s just say a lot of money]?
DP: I obviously needed a new cyclocross bike. Don’t judge.
Rep: Educational Consulting Services for $1.50?
DP: That one definitely sounds suspicious.
I hope being credit card-less will be an acceptable excuse not to buy anyone xmas presents this year. Right?
VEGASSSSSS. Ignoring the fact that there has already been another trip taken and in queue for the blog report, we will get on with the Vegas weekend recap. As you can already tell, it was a huge success — a $13 cashout at the airport slots (off of a $5 investment). I came, I saw, I conquered.
So this summer has been packed with weddings and wedding related events, but this one was more difficult to swing in the workplace. A bachelorette? Hmm. A bachelorette in Vegas? Yup, my coworkers must think I’m a ginormous hooker.
Things learnt while on our inaugural trip to Vegas:
– throwing [new] underwear all over the bachelorette’s bed is a normal activity
– you can visit any major landmark, regardless which country it actually resides in. Don’t consider this an appropriate substitute for the real thing.
– we have a very classy broad entering the Prey family..
– the Bellagio brunch with all you can drink champagne is quite possibly the greatest activity (and bargain at $29) in the world
– Keno is the new blackjack
– Wet Republic (the VIP pool) is like being on MTV
– I might have been the only person in the world to bring an issue of Business Week to said pool
– Stacey is the queen of getting us invited into expensive cabanas
– bring your walking shoes.. The Strip goes on for milessss.
– one can’t be afraid of seeing boobs and equally offensive imagery, as inappropriate fliers completely litter the streets
– Grey Goose comes in gallon-sized bottles
– I really don’t own any Vegas appropriate [ie slutty] clothes
– chicks can get in anywhere they want in town
– it’s totally appropriate to take a stretch Hummer to get around town
– not at all a shocker: Pete Rose in Vegas
– Six Sigma training is brutal on its own. Six Sigma training the day after Vegas is suicidal.
Til the next wedding event..
Entering: The Next Episode. Once again, I’m heading into the workforce. Welcome, paychecks, benefits and the next career step. Goodbye, summer vacation, Thirsty Thursdays and accounting class.
Going along with the grown up phase of my life is a new place to live. After tireless weeks/months spent researching and a whole lotta legwork (who knew realtors were so sketchy? I’m looking at you, RE/MAX), behold:
My new place! Even my car has a place to live, something that I thought was such wishful thinking, that I didn’t even bother to look for it during my property search.
So the entry way once you get inside the foyer has this little nook that is begging for something to be put there, like some fake flowers or an homage to yours truly (Kathleen’s idea — turns out, it looked more like a memorial). So I think I’ve found the solution: lighted slate wall fountain!
John: “That may be even better than the marathon picture, very inviting and soothing sounds for the hall way. Much like a holiday inn. Excellent choice.”
Kathleen: “hahahah the only thing better than that would be a virgin mary”
To go along with my grown up house and grown up job, I’ve decided to get grown up furniture. The days of being excited over IKEA stuff are gone (although, for a temporary fix, they are perfectly adequate — not trying to knock IKEA like I do the Olive Garden.) So after dropping the 2nd most money I have ever spent (Ridley still wins that honor), I am now equipped with some great pieces. Thank god for relocation money. Now that I have all this fab stuff, I guess it’s time to show up to work to start earning my keep. Goodbye, grad school life. It was fun while it lasted.
For all those doubters out there (ahem, Skybil), here is some photographic proof of my master-dom.
Also, for my Dean’s award (see next post).. I hope this is like the Heisman, where people have to introduce me as ‘Dean Commended D ana P rey’ in all social situations.
What’s next on the path to world domination?