Rainy Days and Mondays

I could have handled a gloomy monday if I hadn't:

A. woke up late because I set my alarm for PM instead of AM
B. been experiencing the worst part of my special visitor (apologies for TMI)
C. *aka the kicker* FOUND A DEAD MOUSE IN THE HALLWAY OUTSIDE MY DOOR.

I uttered a noise and shut my door again. Willing for the deceased little creature to disappear. If I'm looking on the bright side I would say that at least he (or she) wasn't IN MY APARTMENT. But still. I already have to deal with a mice/rat infestation at work. I DON'T WANT THEM AT MY HOUSE TOO!

I don't live in a crappy area. My apartment is nice. I pay $1350 a month in rent, for Heaven's sake!!!! NO MICE ALLOWED! Admittedly the building leaves MUCH to be desired and this is just the last straw to break the camel's back.

What that means tho is that I'll have to move again, and I'm tired of moving unless it's to an exciting new city or something. Obviously I'm not ready to do that at this juncture, but as I've mentioned before my fear of commitment is never more evident than it is when someone asks me to sign a lease.

But the writing is on the wall. I was the third person to see the little dude in the hallway this morning. One of those other people was the apt manager. And the thing was STILL THERE. I have yet to receive a reply text from such manager who I informed over 3 hours ago that I was more than freaked out about our newest tenant.

Alright, so enough of that. This wkend rewind blog was sposed to be a lot more fun.

Speaking of "writing on the wall"...a group of us caught Russell Brand (you know him from Forgetting Sarah Marshall) last night at the Roxy. He performed stand up comedy and it was magical. He's an admitted sex addict and that equals a night of raunchy fun. He invited groupies to stay around to see if they still liked him after the laughter stopped. He offered to autograph uteruses. I told you it was raunchy. But for as repulsive as the idea of him should be, he is incredibly endearing. Watching him perform is like having a random public conversation. It doesn't seem like a rehearsed or written-down act. He's just our friend telling us about the time he wrote Serena Williams an inappropriate email or met Macaulay Culkin for the first time.

His jokes about MAC and Michael Jackson were HIGHlarious. "Neverland? Sometimes Land? Not-on-a-school-night Land?"

The evening's highlight for NDG and I happened before the show outside of the venue with a Morrissey sighting. She documented our exchange on her blog and I've reprinted it here without her permission.

MAB: is that...?
NDG: oh my god. wait. is that?
MAB: yes. that's. yeah. yes.
NDG: yes. is that who i think it is?
MAB: yes. uh huh.
NDG: seriously. wait. yes.
MAB: i just want to walk up and hug him from behind.
NDG: oh my god.

I'll have you know he was standing less than four feet from us during that convo. Brian Grazer was also at the show. And then we saw Dave Navarro at Swingers, but Morrissey...that's a sighting.

Yesterday was my last day in the pool for scuba diving training. I also took - and passed! - the written test. So next step is the Pacific Ocean. EEK! My teacher thinks it would be a good idea for me to get into the ocean before our boat dives on Saturday. (so that I can acclimate myself to the idea of being in cold oceanic water) Super nice of her. Except for the fact that I have to meet her at a beach a little more than an hour away from my house at 5:30 in the morning on Thursday! OUCH! Early and cold?! YUCK.

I just gotta keep my eye on the prize that is diving in the Caribbean (which will be WARM water!). 20 days to go!

Otherwise this weekend, I did laundry, started fake baking to get a base tan (hello freckles!), and oh yeah, saw What Happens in Vegas. Which I liked. And would call good. I know what you're thinking. Really MAB? Ashton Kutcher? Cameron Diaz? Yep. I laughed out loud. A lot. And it didn't get super cheesy until the end when they threw in every cliche possible. Were there any surprises? No. You know how it's gonna go, but it was fun. And enjoyable. Just what a fun Saturday night movie should be. Rob Cordrry and Lake Bell shine as supporting characters.

NDG and I decided we would love to have one of those crazy nights in Vegas. I always stop short of getting crazy wasted because I don't like puking, but if I knew that I could get away without a hangover I would immediately sign up. I figure, however, the potential of those days of unabashed drinking and partying have probably passed.

PS I have deduced that I like Ashton Kutcher in predictable romantic comedies. If you haven't seen A Lot Like Love, you should. Amanda Peet's character's apartment is in my neighborhood, down the street from the Ks place. I a lot like love it. Too bad there's not an availability in THAT building right now.