Monday, August 28, 2006

Why the strange look?

Twice this week I've told someone that I had never met before that I was a chemical engineer. Both times I received an "Oh, really?" look. Like a female could not be an engineer. Maybe it's because I'm such a hottie... oh wait, no. Eh... maybe the blonde hair throws them off or something. Maybe I need to wear my glasses more. Or not.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

What's bigger? $2.83 Gas or Shots Fired?

Last night, the boy and I joined the Mean Honkies for some martinis and desserts, followed by a couple bottles of wine, and some trivia games. Good times good times. (Even if we couldn't convince the boys to take us to the Talbot Street Drag Show). Boys are funny when it comes to games. We tried to play Trivial Pursuit (guys vs gals), but with my BAC rising, it was difficult to read the questions, and answering them was nearly impossible. But when we broke out the Tri Bond, we kicked ass!!

On the way home, while driving down 86th street, on our way to get some White Castle goodness, we passed a gas station. I was impressed by the sign advertising $2.83/gal, and while pointing this out, Andrew and I are quite certain we heard some gun fire. No harm was done, or rather nothing made the front page. We were able to get our White Castle and eat in peace.