The layout is nice, music is late 70's & early 80's (which I love)...but I am not sure The Bank knows what it wants to be when it grows up. Right now Push it by SnP is on. More later, peeps!
Smooches!!!
UPDATES:
The building is fantastic...the main floor is white with bold splashes of color. The DJ is in the "elevated" VIP area...though the dancefloor is not readily apparent. The DJ was flawless...mixes and transitions were the bomb!! There are two seating areas (white leather) on the main floor against the windows that can be reserved and are for bottle service only. Unless the crowd remains upscale and mature, I can see problems with this later as there is no way to segregate these areas to prevent unauthorized access...
The crowd was mixed. Young and old....but then, it was the Grand Opening, so the crowd it will draw remains to be seen. I ran into the Mayor and her husband... The lower level has a walkout patio area, really modern circular seating and some flat panel TV's...so I got to watch the Pistons lose, damnit!!
The Bank has the potential to be a more upscale venue, and we need one. Our downtown is bustling and busy on the weekends, but the crowd that the clubs currently attract are young, jean loving, get drunk and act a fool types. Grown people are left out.
I had a nice time and will definitely go again. I just hope it lives up to its potential...
Today was an interesting day....
Current mood: mellow
Category: Life
I happened to be at work late tonight. Later than usual. Trying to be a "good girl" I went to wash my work dishes...You know, the ones I use at work so that I don't contribute to landfills...or some other crap that makes Rager stfu....cause she is always bitching about "recyclable this" and "recyclable that"....
I digress.
I was at work late. After 4. At about 4:15, Stacy came to my office. For those of you who don't know, this is the woman who helped my husband cheat on me, which was a leading contributor to my filing for divorce. Anyhow, if you need details, check out the older blogs.
She came to the door, asked if she could speak to me, and apologized for what her role was in the things that transpired. It apparently did not take him long to do to her what she helped him do to me. In the "sowing and reaping" of life...I think she is trying to weed her garden. Move on to something better in life, but clean up what she can in order for it to not come back later.
I accepted her apology. I have moved on and truly feel that I am in a place so much better that there is no possible comparison. I hope that she can move forward with her life and find some happiness. I hope she has learned some life lessons. I have.
Not that I am not capable or competent, but right now I am have realized that there are things I just can’t do. I do not know how. I need some help. And I am angry.
Where do I begin? How about last Friday. I get a call from Mr. Fantastic about mid afternoon asking me if I had weekend plans. I do not, and he says to me "pack up the kids and come spend the weekend with me"! The kids had a half day of school, so I let my boss know I am leaving, pack my stuff and head out. I pick my oldest son up from his buddy’s and my younger two from school. We head home, all atwitter with excitement…ready to pack and get out of dodge!
Except when I arrived home, I discover that my home has been broken into and some items stolen. The nature of the items indicates that it was a kid, the sheriff’s deputy was a nice guy and I appreciate what he did, but I did later learn that the fingerprints from the window used to enter the house were not substantial. So…with the wind sucked out of my sails, we pack up and head out of town. My mood was dampened, but my kids deserved a weekend away.
So, we embark on our four hour ride, all rather quiet and hoping the weekend got better. We were supposed to have been on the road by 2, but did not set out until 4:30.…About an hour later, we stopped for a bite to eat, potty break and then back on the road. Eventually, we were singing along with the radio, looking for cows….enjoying ourselves.
We had a great weekend, full of swimming, aquariums and shopping. It was fun, relaxing and refreshing. Well, except the part where I had to make Sugar Ray get out of the pool cause I looked up and all I could see was his skinny behind with his trunks around his knees! Nobody wants to see that!!
Today, to sprinkle a little insult on top of my injury…my son discovers that someone has been in our garage (detached) and our ladder and his bike are missing. They were there yesterday, because he used the ladder to fix the net on the basketball hoop now that it is warm enough to play. What. The. Fuck. Seriously people. His bike was not new or snazzy or expensive, but it was HIS!!!
I want to be able to lock my garage, but right here, right now, today…I can’t. I went to the store and bought some stuff that would probably make it more difficult to get in, but not impossible. By the time I got home, it was really too dark to get it done, and I am feeling somewhat defeated by this. The way that I park in front of my garage, I am certain that this did not happen at night. What makes me more upset is that it happened while my kids were home. Both incidents occurred in daylight. As I contemplated what I would/could do to secure my garage…I whished that I knew some kind of way to feed the electrical in the garage to the metal door so that when I hit the switch in the house, the garage door would deliver an electrical shock…but I don’t know how…and it probably isn’t legal.
Photobucket Blog (thanks Natasha!)
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Friends
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1. Go to www. photobucket. com. (Don't sign in.)
2. Type in your answer to the question in the "search" box.
3. Only use the first two pages.
4. Copy the html and paste for the answer.
5. Have fun.
Name ****This particular photo refuses to show up and is therefore blank!**** Birth day Age on next birthday Car you drive Favorite color Celebrity crush Favorite song Favorite movie Favorite animal Favorite food Favorite number/letter Biggest fear What do you want to be when you grow up Favorite time of day What do you love most in life What is your favorite accessory What is your favorite hobby What is your favorite object What is the first thing you do in the morning One word to describe yourself
What Your Name Means (Thanks Christine!!)
Category: Friends
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What Alisha Means
You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.
You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.
You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.
You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.
You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia. Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.
Rules of the game: Once you're tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird or random facts about yourself. At the end, you choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says, "You're it" on their profile and ask them to read your blog. You can't tag the person who tagged you.
1. I cry when I laugh. Every time.
2. I cry when reading sad books.
3. I cry when watching sad movies.
4. I am obsessed with my teeth. How clean they are, how straight they are....
5. I like liver and onions.
6. I have and a hand fetish!
7. I have, historically speaking, sucked at relationships. Or at least at picking the other half of the relationship.
8. I love, love, love Holidays!!
9. My navel is like a cavern!
10. I love cheese. Especially Brie!
I tag, Maddie, Yolanda, Tobi, Glinda the Good Witch, Christine, Michelle P, Rager, Ruthie, Katie, Ms. Stiletto!!
Every time I am almost there. Every time I think I could commit for the "long haul"…make it my "third time charm"…something happens to fuck it up. Everyfuckingtime. When it happens, the little voice in my head says "Silly girl! Why are you trying?"
This may seem petty or frivolous, but to me it is not. It is the little things that you overlook that stick around and bite you in the ass later. Kwim?
With that said, there are three things I dislike, which is bordering on hate:
Mouth noises when you eat Slurpy sounds when you drink Hot Mu'Fuckin Sauce
Seriously, people…it could be the proverbial straw.
Now, other shit that occasionally grind my nerves…like the tone of voice used to yell at my children, gives me the hibbidie jibbidies. Oh, and believe that I am a screamer, but get kinda sensitive when it is someone else. Cause those kids came out of me…
Back to the three things…
Slurpy, slurpy sounds. Grrrr. And especially when it is your coffee everyfuckingday. If it is too hot to drink, then just wait. It will cool off. Really it will. I mean, its that internal/external temperature balance thingy.
Mouth noises are just gross. I could puke. I include in that you teeth scraping your utensil. Just don't. I will scream.
Hot Sauce is not meant for everything and there should be laws that regulate its application. The penalty for violation is death. Ketchup runs a close second, but is not as offensive to the nostrils when used daily. On. Every. Thing.
mellow
bummed
exhausted
contemplative
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