One of the things that I love about my best friend Karina the Russian is that she has no filter. She always says exactly what is on her mind and uses the word vagina more than a gynecologist. She is one of my biggest supporters (a fact that she is very vocal about), she spells words how they sounds and she is constantly revealing parts of the story that I am leaving out. Her crass comments leave me in stitches on a daily basis so I thought I’d share some with you!

Saturday night I dragged Karina the Russian and the boyfriend (I still do not have a name picked out for him) to Port O’Call to see Royal Bliss perform. For my non-Utahan readers, Port O’Call is one of our oldest bars and it is being forced to shut down because the government wants to put a building there. Also, Royal Bliss is Utah’s local band who recently released their first major record label CD. I love the band, have hung out with them on more than a few occasions and seen them in concert at least a dozen times. This particular concert was very important to me as it would be my last time ever to set foot in Port O’Call and one of my last opportunities to see Royal Bliss before they become huge rock stars.

I swear it was like pulling teeth at first to get everyone on board to go. Karina was able to get a baby sitter and even though she has a bit of a grudge against the sexy guitar player (long story), got excited to go out. I had to take the boyfriend to the gym and give him a good workout before he was able to get excited to go (get your mind out of the gutter). My sister Staci and her BF Cody were suppose to come and she actually WAS excited to go, but she got sick.

So the Russian and the sexy nerd couple headed to the show. We ended up having to pay double the amount of the tickets because they were sold out. Thank god for exercise because the boyfriend stayed happy to make me happy. We made it upstairs and were watching the show. Of course the boys of Royal Bliss did not disappoint. We ended up standing behind a slightly older man and woman who were incredibly drunk. Now, I am not going to be a prude and say there is anything wrong with having a really good time and I’ve had more than my share of times being the drunken fool. But when you get to be so drunk that you are spilling drinks on people, dancing into them, starting fights in the women’s restroom and causing my BF to want to punch you in the face for grabbing me, it’s no longer cool, it’s sad.

I made Karina swear to me the next morning over breakfast at Mimi’s that we would never let each other get like the ridiculous older drunk woman or her friend (or whatever he was). Seriously, it’s not cute at any age, but to be 40-something and falling over drunk, I never want that to be me. Luckily I now have Karina’s solemn oath that it never will be. Yet another reason why I love her.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

A while ago Karina the Russian and I decided that the one good thing about having an albino retard cat (Bodie), was that we could blame him for everything. House is a mess? Damn cat! No food in the kitchen? Damn cat!! Stub your toe? Damn cat!!! Start your period? Having a bad hair day? DAMN CAT!!! It has been an ongoing joke for a while now, especially over text messages.

“I’ve been running around all day. So tired. No gym. Damn cat!”

“Gonna be late! Damn cat! Be there in 20.”

“OMG! Is this some kind of f’ing joke?? 3rd day I’m turning on the radio and Hoobastank is on AGAIN! F@*%ING CAT!

And my personal favorite, sent from Karina while trying to navigate the Denver airport.

“Did you know Island 3 and Island Street sounds the same to a Russian person?! Damn cat! I already made a few people laugh here!”

So Wednesday night ED came over. We both decided to put homework on hold and just have a quality stress free night together. We watched The Daily Show, The Soup and American Idol (Salt Lake City auditions) while munching on Kettle Corn. We cuddled on the couch, we laughed, we relaxed. It was perfect. To two busy college students, it was a slice of heaven. Before we were going to call it a night I said “Oh no! I didn’t get a new blog post written!” He told me it was OK and that I could blame it on him and just say “No new post. Was distracted. Damn boyfriend!”

Not quite the same as “Damn cat”… IT’S BETTER!!!

I’m so going to be single forever…