She's Alive!

Hard to believe, right? Did you think that all of May Mania got the best of me? Well is almost did, I have been in recovery, but never the less, I have survived! All is said and done and it's already June! How did that happen? I just don't know. But I hope you have missed me, I have missed you mucho mucho! Let's see... where do I begin on filling you in on all of the savory details... ah, the wedding.

Wedding Extravaganza took place over Memorial Day weekend as you all know and surprisingly enough everything came together so nicely. It really was a beautiful wedding. The bride and groom were blissfully and disgustingly happy, and so, as the former roommate, I of course am so happy for them. But more importantly, I know you're curious as to how I managed my bridesmaid dress... well, after it was taken in a little over two inches, it still had to be pinned under my arm to make sure there were not going to be any added surprises during the ceremony. I was pretty proud. Even the bride's mother made a comment as to how jealous she was of how 'tall and skinny' I was... my response, "I can't do so much about the height, but I've worked pretty hard for the skinny, so thanks!" Needless to say, my ego was pretty high up there for the majority of the day. Bonus, only 1/2 the Bitch Squad showed up, therefore, I only had to avoid a few as I mingled my way around the reception. I also was able to find humor in the obviously fake attempts of conversation by sorority sisters who have chosen the Bitch Squad side of the story... you know... the story from over a year ago. Yeah. ha. All in all, it was an enjoyable event. I wasn't miserable and I was able to see many that I had missed, looking hot in my sized down dress of course. 

Onto the after party. The perfect after party. Guest list including Island Girl, Super Athlete and Friend, Mr. Perfect and myself. Darts, drinks, gossip, bliss. It was the perfect end to the chaos of the day. So much fun. The rest of the holiday weekend consisted of laying by the pool, shopping, sitting out on the back porch enjoying each other's company. The perfect end to May Mania and the perfect start of the summer. I was pleased... and tired upon returning to the city. 

Unfortunately, the city wasn't so nice to Classy when she returned. More on that to come. Promise. The job front is depressing right now. Still have a job, no worries. Just not very happy. Don't worry... more on that later. I'm working on my attitude towards it. Details to come. Hope everyone enjoyed their holiday weekend and you know.. the weekend following. Wow, I'm so behind. So sorry. 

Love to all! 

Mr. Creepy McCreepster

Leave me alone! Seriously, can you not find other bars to scope out on my Saturday nights? I know there are plenty of innocent young women just waiting to attempt to give you a fake phone number after three rounds of free beverage and in turn be manipulated into giving you their real one. So how about you go find one of them to text and harass or perhaps, take your so called girlfriend out after work on Saturday nights instead of imposing on my enjoyable evenings out. Really, this is getting ridiculous. How many weekends in a row do I have to try and hide out in the corner of the bar when you stroll in? I know you think you're the shit, but news flash, you're not. In fact, you are pretty much a creep. By definition, reason #312 to have a legitimate fake number on hand and reason #2 to talk to the man buying you drinks before accepting three rounds and realizing they're slightly off balanced.

Thanks so much, 

Yours Never,

Classy.

Back story? Sure.  

Probably about a month ago, a girls' night out went wrong. Trying to replicate a girls' night in previous weeks, a city friend and I went to one of our favorite bars where we were sure one of our favorite bartenders would in fact be present supplying us with free beverage as he had in the aforementioned girls' night. Unfortunately, we sit at the bar for an hour with no sign of our bartender. Finishing our non-free beverages, we were almost ready to call it a night and simply put it in the loss bracket, when in strolls Mr. Creepy McCreepster. Acting as if he owns the place, he says, 'Hello' to all bartenders in attendance and several customers at the bar while simultaneously being supplied with his apparent 'usual'. As if we cared, he then strikes up conversation with the two new beautiful ladies to his left: Myself and my city friend. But hey, we came for the free drinks and he was apparently all too aware of that. 

Three rounds later, he's offered to assist my city friend with a job opportunity and asked for both of our phone numbers. As I tried to give him a fake, this was not his first carnival ride. He insisted that I call his phone so that he could save the right number. Unfortunately enough, city friend failed to take the hint that when I'm burning a hole in your forehead with my eyeballs, it means it's time to go! Indeed, he left with Classy's actual phone number. Tragic.

Flash-forward a week, Classy's co-teacher wants to hit up a bar that she's heard is fantastic. We go, mid-week, no big deal. Walk right into Mr. Creepy McCreepster's place of business. That's right, he's the asst. GM of said bar. Seriously? The good news: It was all free. The bad news: more harassment. Spectacular. Isn't this supposed to be a big city? 

It made for a good story, several off-hand sarcastic or crude comments about the man's insanity or all too desperate disposition, and quite a few laughs between Classy and friends... Until last Saturday night. Like sitting ducks, Classy, Roxie, Mr. Perfect, and other friends were enjoying a Saturday night on the town when guess who strolls in. Indeed. Not real. At first the man acts as if he didn't look me dead in my eyes when he walked in the door, but of course he couldn't leave it at that. He's Mr. Important, he had to let my entire party know that. Strolls over to Roxie and my table, puts his arm around me, introduces himself to my friends, calls me a 'heart breaker' (as if we didn't already know that much...) and offers to buy us a round as he's walking out the door. The waiter pretty much scoffs at his arrogance and we laugh as he invites us to meet up with him at his next destination. Yeah. right. And you guessed it, in the week following, more text messages. Desperate for me to return his need for conversation, he has mocked my relationship, mocked my strength and intellect, and absolutely and entirely misjudged this Classy Stiletto. What. a. freak. 

Last night was looking to be a better night. Psycho-free and drama free. In fact, I almost got out scott free entirely. Alas, almost doesn't count. Mr. Important strolls in once more. Stalker much? Luckily, we were just finishing our round and headed home. Zero opportunity for Dear Creepy to strike up a conversation other than awkward attempts of eye contact. Hilarious. Ridiculous. I've learned my lesson. And done. 

In conclusion, not only have a fake phone number on hand, but perhaps a can of pepper spray... and city friends who know when to say, 'Goodbye!' 

Not. real.

All My Friends Say...

Oh Luke Bryan. I do love that song. I love even more weekends home with my girls. I recognize that I use pictures of the SATC ladies often, but if you'll notice it's always in reference to these fabulous hometown women in my life. It was so wonderful to be around, be lazy, and be out with them this weekend. Nothing too exciting aside from a giant shoe clearance and a night downtown with all of us able to be together again. Three new pairs of heels and a slight blip in the diet plan later, it was a pretty fantastic weekend indeed. 

It's amazing how some friendships stay exactly the same even when the individuals are changing and evolving in their own rights. The four of us, I think, have changed and grown so entirely in the past few years. Even from Christmas to this past weekend. Is that possible? Maybe it's just the individual goals and priorities that we've changed for ourselves, both individually and together. The dinner conversations were hilarious. Still a lot of the same, but definitely more of the diet, fitness, working out, let's be healthy mentality going on over our chips and salsa... and maybe a margarita or two... It's so nice to all be trying together though. You know when you're the only friend dieting or maybe it's another one in the group and it's all they can talk about? You know it's a big deal if you're the one working so hard, but to the rest of the group you just can't shut up? It wasn't like that at all with us this weekend. We were all so excited and so motivated. I think we all helped one another. Just like we usually do. Anyway, a very positive weekend. Put me back in the place I needed to be. It had just been too long without them. 

Monday sucked. That's nothing unusual. But we're pretty much at Wednesday now, so another weekend is right around the corner, right? Right. 

Oh, What a Night!

What a night, indeed. Saturday evening's festivities were outrageous. Island Girl and I went out with several other city friends in order to celebrate a 21st birthday. And this Classy girl let herself become more trashed than the newly legal. Not. Real. But you've been there, don't judge. Let's recap.

The night started off at my favorite bar. Sliding up to the bar semi-early, we quickly made friends with the bartender. While being charged fully for three rounds for myself and one round for two other friends... I was feeling generous... We then slid out to the bar next door to throw some darts. It is after all, what IG and I were known for. We're quite the team. After a few games, it was brought to my attention that sweet Island Girl was quite the charmer and if we were to slip back over to our first location, she had a free beverage waiting on her. When we returned, however, her drink buyer was nowhere to be seen. And so, we yelled at our friendly bartender. He, having seen the conversation prior to, offered a round. I asked for a beer, he made me a Rum Runner... but who are we to turn down free beverages? It pretty much went downhill from there. We were on a roll. After drinking twice as much as I had the first time I had parked myself at his bar and not paying for any of it, I was still fine and functioning... until I stood up... and thus, ended up in the bathroom stall with IG and another favorite city girl. Yeah. Bad. 

It's at this point that I must say, I usually am quite able to leave the bar with at least the slightest bit of dignity and well, class... at least make it home before I lose all control. However, with my recent mission still in full effect, I have not had much to drink at all in recent weeks, I had also not had much to eat in the latter part of the day, and therefore... I didn't so much make it home before I felt the full repercussions of my night o' festivity. I won't be headed back to said favorite bar for quite some time. Although, according to all of my newly made friends who were in and out of the restrooms, they'd "all been there, Honey."

I made it home and apparently made several humorous comments that I have no recollection of and let's just say, I don't have to count many of the calories from the evening. However, other than the tragic ending to the evening, time spent with IG, etc. was absolutely wonderful. We had such a blast. Quite the perfect reunion. Another will have to occur soon. It's a must. 

Drama Queen

Boy, am I blushing. Slight overreaction to Tuesday's events. My apologies for the ranting. Turns out, I was only deducted one point on my evaluation and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was late or that I had thoughts of child bowling. So we're square there. No worries.

This Classy Drama Queen does in fact have Pink Eye, however. Well, did... Still do I guess, but it's much better thanks to fabulous perscription eye drops. Bodelou, thank you for the sweet advice, but I had already paid $25 for mine. Thankfully enough, they worked quickly. So I'm okay with spending the money. Let's be real, I can't have pink eye balls for the pictures to be taken this weekend. So, although more than I wanted to pay for drops that supposedly cure my ails, it's okay. Bonus, today's payday. So once again, no worries.

The real excitement now lies within the next three days! My fabulous Island girl is headed to the city tomorrow afternoon! Hooray! I've worked out extra hard this week so I can enjoy all of the indulgences I'm most certain we'll find for ourselves. Good food, good music, good cocktails. Preferably quite a few of them. And lots of laughing. That pretty much sums up my favorite relationships in life. Including my friendship with I.G.

I've got some cleaning left to do around the apartment before tomorrow afternoon arrives. Cough. Still putting away Christmas. Cough... But other than that, I'm so ready for a relaxing and enjoyable weekend after this long week of infection, stress, and work. I hope everyone else enjoys their weekend! Happy Almost Friday from your once-in-a-while-a-little-too-dramatic Classy!

"I Don't Wanna Grow Up"

...well, you need to. Seriously, get on that.

Quite the entertaining weekend. No, I didn't run into Lindsay Lohan, but I ran into a few girls who would've fit nicely into this particular movie. Don't get me wrong, I can be quite the mean girl... much to my avail. Oh well. Not today's point. So let's get to today's point shall we?

Went home this weekend for yet another wedding. A friend that I grew up with did as most of my friends are doing lately, graduated college and graduated from the single life all within a few months. It was a beautiful wedding. She was a princess as predicted. No mean girls were in attendance of such wedding. Even though we were one big happy group of friends for oh, I don't know, eight years of our lives. I am only referring to said girls as "mean girls" because they have since gathered back together even moreso "clique-esque" since graduating college. Are we regressing back to our high school days, Ladies? Is my life suddenly in rewind when all of this time I was certain it had been in fast forward? My newly married princess friend specifically told me that she invited every last girl that was in our "group" growing up. Can we talk about how I spoke to one of them who decided not to go based on the fact that it was her birthday... (and?!)... and her remark to Princess inviting some of the other girls was "Classy, do you remember what terms they were on in High School? Why would she invite her to her wedding now?" My response... "NO! Of course I don't remember what terms they were on in High School because it was... HIGH SCHOOL?" Buh. I'm getting myself all worked up again. I was honestly ashamed, sitting in that beautiful ceremony and being the only one out of the entire group of approximately seven or so girls. I cannot fathom being offended to receive an invitation to a friend's wedding. Yes, we haven't been so close while in school, but we grew up together. That in itself is enough for me. Whatever. Burn your bridges if you wish, just don't look back after you do.

Anyway, the rest of the weekend consisted of drinking (too much) on Friday night into the wee hours of the morning, entertaining text messages, friendly bar tenders, christmas shopping with my mother, and spending time with a couple of my "nice girls." My SATC girls if you recall. Missed Roxie again. Reunion to come soon. It was a good weekend all in all. Minus the disgust I had for said girls mentioned above. Oh well. Live and Learn... and Grow. Grow up.

Concerts, Movies, Shopping, and Cocktails

Sounds like a pretty exciting weekend already, wouldn't you agree? I would. 

My boring yet, quite enjoyable Thursday off turned into quite the eventful evening after receiving a few messages from one of my new city friends who obviously knows me all too well. She claimed that she would not be attending our Thursday Night Out (2 for 1 at my favorite bar), because she had a free ticket to a concert down the road. Upon asking what concert in the area, I received a response of "Just the CMT tour this year, Jason Aldean and Lady Antebellum. I really don't even know who Jason Aldean is and I know like two songs from Lady A, but it's free..."

Excuse me? Okay, maybe it's being new to this city and not exactly used to this free concert here, free concert there, who really cares who it is, let's just go because it's live music mentality, but these are people/bands I know all too well! I want to go! ... And what Classy wants, Classy gets. I ended up in the middle of the show with two fantastic friends singing along to great music. There's just something about a man of 6'3 singing southern rock/country in tight jeans and a cowboy hat. Don't judge me. 

Friday night consisted of more entertainment. As many of you probably know the new James Bond released this weekend and Mr. Perfect and myself along with five others felt the need to make a night of it. After the viewing of 007 at his finest, we then moved through the city to a local bar that I had not been to before. Two Captain and Cokes and a bottle of my favorite beer later, we headed home. I loved the movie. Some in attendance of our party did not, but then again, I also realized that my movie tastes differ so drastically from theirs, it is time to simply see movies for the first time without them, compare notes, and only then, if they have the same opinions and I'm not going to be mad by the end of their rants, will I be viewing them again in their presence. End. Of. Story. 

James was just fine for me. I recommend it if you're in the mood for your typical action packed, women throwing themselves at him, rebel with a cause trying to escape death at every turn of scene, 007 movie. 

Today is shopping day as yesterday was payday. It's difficult for me to not go on at least one shopping event after this day comes and goes. Therefore, happy weekending and wish me luck on spending money that I shouldn't! 

Come Monday

It will be the week of my alma mater's Homecoming festivities. Beginning on Friday, my road trip ensues with my favorite Island girl, traveling northeast a few hundred miles back to a place I both love and hate, miss and dread. 

Perhaps a little difficult to explain if you are unaware of my track record with these people. I've briefly posted about college history a couple of months ago after a wedding weekend gone wrong, but I'll update you. I absolutely loved college. Loved the place, the people, the professors, what I studied, all of it. I loved it. And I miss it. Almost all of it. A select few sorority sisters could accidentally miss this whole weekend and I'd be okay with it. Not going to happen, but if it did, I wouldn't cry. 

You know those kind of girls.. the ones that accuse you of something that actually has nothing to do with them, first of all, and can't let it go even though, once again, it never even had anything to do with them. Not only can they not let go of it because it's been over a year since drama went down, they can't let go of it even though I've graduated and moved far away. Yeah, be with me on this. Ridiculous. That would be the part I hate and dread. Drama. I've moved away from it and I don't miss it at all. 

Anyway, aside from them, I am more than happy to be headed back. I'm looking so forward to seeing my sisters, my friends, those I've missed terribly, including Rico, and spending a great weekend with them. Having my Island girl and a few adult beverages with me to keep me sane and stable. It should be another interesting chapter of college living. Going back as an alumni. I don't know how I'll handle it, but I'm excited about it nonetheless. The great thing about moving away is that people are always excited to see you when you come back to visit. Especially when you purposefully look like a million dollars. They don't have to know you've been thinking about the perfect thing to wear to such an event for weeks now... Just call me "Super Star." You know me, fond of attention. The good kinds anyway. 

Here's hoping for all of the good attention, very little drama and very few bitches, and  another well spent, relaxing weekend to remember in a place I'll always hold close to my heart. 

Friday Night Festivities!

You know those college friends that you meet the first few weeks you're at school and they stick with you for the rest of time forever and ever, amen? Well I have a few of those and one of them is coming to the city this weekend! Yes, it most definitely calls for a celebration!  Even though the money is low because my payday unfortunately falls on Monday this go around... (Yeah, trying to suck me out of my weekend fun... I think not!) I will not let this stop me from thoroughly enjoying my Friday night on the town! Laughs will be shared, drinks will be had, and Friday night will indeed live up to what everyone wants it to be. 

If you couldn't tell, I'm very excited about this. Let's just say it's been one of those weeks...

Tomorrow morning, I'll get up and go learn about Child CPR and First Aid for six hours... on a Saturday... We're not talking about it. 

Happy Friday everyone!

Trash Talk, 101

Oh. My. God. 

Last night, while going to a party at the same apartment as last week's video game debate, I felt as if I was back in my true element. A few more girls there than last, therefore more conversational elements I cared for besides the screaming video gamers. A few more drinks were ingested than last, therefore making me laugh a little bit more and not sit in my irritability. However, neither of these two characteristics of what was a great night, compared to what truly took me back to a place I hadn't been in quite some time. 

Trash Talk. 

Didn't expect that one from Miss Classy Stiletto now did you? Well let me tell you friends, learn from the best. Because in a game of darts, trash talk is my specialty. In one particular year of college, I frequented the same bar almost daily with a particular "Princess" who would never be mistaken as a dart shark. Fortunate for us, not so much for our competition, dart sharks are what we learned to be. So the trash talk was thick in our circle of friendly competitors. And I loved every bit of it. 

But graduations come and go and new beginnings suck as usual. I found myself without company at said bar and therefore without reason to go. No company=No fun. So last night, when challenged on the Host's new dart board, I was more than excited to oblige. 

We're not going to talk about the three very close games I lost before I finally got the hang of it again and beat him, but oh was victory sweet. Turning around from your final "bulls" and whispering ever-so-lady-like, "Starting off quickly doesn't matter if you can't close the deal." Makes men come unglued. In case you were interested. 

While no free drinks had to be purchased for me after winning as was the case in that particular bar (probably a good thing last night, no extra drinks were needed for this one to stumble home), victory was just as glorious as I'd remembered. 

Nostalgia. I love it.