You can drown your thoughts in me tonight

Beer, fantastically fun company and that song, among others, sung by a local Irish band (the uppercase sung by the entire bar) at a local Irish pub was what my night was like last night. It was a blast. My friend Jeremiah and I got to Arnie's three hours early in order to secure the front table and then sat and chatted while we waited. Jeremiah is a regular at this bar so there was no shortage of friendly passersby to talk to. And it's a fantastic bar. If you've seen movies like Darby O'Gill and the Little People you have a pretty accurate image. Everyone's there to just have fun and drink beer. You don't have to worry about fending off creeps and beers offered have no strings attached. The offer-er has simply decided you seem cool and you need a drink in front of you. I was offered several free beers by strangers....which I politely declined due to still being sick and having a completely empty stomach. Jeremiah is also a HUGE fan of the band and knows every member so when they started showing up we got to chat with them too. Imagine five older, VERY bearded Irish-American men (they're having a contest on who can grow the biggest beard in a month) and one enchanting, and clean shaven, Irish-American woman, all very boisterous and extroverted. That's the band. It's called Cairde na Gael. The oldest of the band, probably in his seventies, JUST had knee surgery...and out jigged everyone in the bar multiple times.
Most of the songs had parts we all sang with the band or parts the bar was supposed to sing AT the band. There were plenty of jokes about having too many drinking songs (hello, they're Irish folk songs. There are only two categories: sad or drinking song) followed by Mike (the 70 year old) whooping "WHISKEY" in that high pitched, old guy way....and then being handed a whiskey. The only one drunker than the band by the end of the night was Jeremiah. He'd had most of three pitchers, two car bombs and possibly something else. He was SO drunk that my first text this morning was from him asking me "Who is Jana and why did she write on me?" Jana was a thirty year old blond who sat at the table behind us. She spent the night getting steadily drunker, squealing about getting hold of the band's cd, flirting with at least two of the men at my table, telling me I was cool, and trying to drunk roll her own cigarette. She was hilarious. At one point I heard her ask Jeremiah if I was his "girl". He told her no and that we were old friends (when he told this story to several of his guy friends at Joe Mama's where we went to get pizza later his response changed from being a simple no to "she hasn't given me that title YET"...we're going to have to talk AGAIN about us just being friends. This claiming possession thing isn't going to fly). Anyway I digress, when I came back from the bathroom she had taken a sharpie and written her name and number on his hand. Yeah, he's not living this one down for a while.
I got home at 3am and am now completely exhausted. But content. (looks over post) And I've written you a novel :P

I just paid off one of my school loans!!!! (does a happy dance...luckily no one else is in the office right now)
One down, ten thousand loans to go.
But one down!!!!!

Amy flies in today! Amy flies in today! AMY FLIES IN TODAY!!!!!

I get to go to TWO concerts this week. Count them, two! So very excited!
I went to see a cellist and clarinetist play at the Tulsa Performing Arts Center last night. I was expecting some classical stuff. I was not expecting some classical stuff plus a bit of rap and a short magic trick. It was a lot of fun. The two guys I came to see brought a friend who sings traditional Jewish folk songs in Yiddish and uses a digital recorder to play back pre-recorded sounds. Near the end of the performance he suddenly jumps up and says, "You know what, I want to do something you don't usually see at these cheap performances." He turns to the cellist, tells him to play a jig and grabs a mini publication paper. While the cellist plays a jig he performs the "look I've ripped it up but now it's whole again" trick and then waits for the cellist to end the jig so he can bow. The cellist decides it would be more fun to just keep playing so the poor guy tries to bow, freezes, waits, tries to bow again, freezes, waits, gets fed up, turns and disappears behind the black curtain that lines the walls of the studio. He stays back there while the cellist plays for another couple of minutes and refuses to re-emerge until the cellist has stopped.
The recorder guy later played and sang us a song he wrote about the street he lives on in Montreal. Yep, he's Canadian. The song ended up being more a rap commentary on the current times and was hysterical. All I remember now are bits and pieces. Something about buying on credit, girls wearing tight sweaters, and a bit that went something like "you can have it all now, why wait? eat everything on the plate then eat the plate". All three of them were really laid back and cool. Made me miss the art department at O.U.
And I'm going to see NIN on saturday with Zain! I GUESS getting to see NIN is worth bearing your company for a few hours ;) Rabbit you've been to one of these recently, what was the crowd like? Do I need to go buy some steel toed boots and knuckle rings :) Seriously though, I have a new-ish shirt I've been dying to wear but it's strapless. Thumbs up or down?

I walk into the office this morning at 8:30, first as usual, and start my morning routine- turning on lights opening doors etc. As I pass Kurt's office to go turn on the radio I notice something laying on Kurt's couch that shouldn't be there.
Stop.
Back up.
Nope, didn't imagine it.
Our accountant's brother is dead to the world asleep on Kurt's couch...wearing only boxers.
Ooooook.
That's when I remember someone offhandedly mentioning that he lives a LONG way from his work and could get at least two hours more sleep if he slept in the office instead of going home three days out of the week. Normally he is LONG gone by the time I get to work. Apparently someone slept in.
I've had VERY pissy room mates before so I stand for a minute and deliberate. Throw something, yell wake up....
I tapped on the door frame.
Nothing.
(marginally louder) I knocked on the door frame
Nada.
I leaned SLIGHTLY in the door and whispered, "hey".
Nope.
Lean a little further in and say, a breath louder, "Hey".
Craaaaaap!
I walk slowly into the room, kneel down about a foot away and reach over to shake his elbow, one finger style.
He rolls his head toward me, opens his eyes and nearly plows a man sized hole into the back of the couch.
"Don't DO that!!! OH my GOD!!" (at the same time he's pulling the comforter securely around himself)
"You scared the HELL out of me. My BUTT is puckered!"
I should've apologized but I was too busy laughing.
He then spent the next five minutes making fun of me for thinking i could wake him up with whispers and taps.
I'm SOOOORRYYY! I'm a light sleeper.
And I didn't want to have to dodge flying objects.

So Peluche has ringworm.....and passed it to me. I have a little spot on my left forearm. Grrr. It itches like HELLLLL!! But it's going away so good deal. Kitty now has pills i have to mash up and hide in canned food once every day plus a once weekly sulfur bath done at the clinic. He smells TERRIBLE when he comes home. I actually find it amusing :)
Also I thought Peluche was stupid, not because i have to tell him things 10,000 times, but because he always has the same blank look when i tell him. Turns out he's just a feline version of Dot ( a dog Lubu had). What that means is he ACTS stupid so I'll just write him off which leaves him unsupervised to do all sorts of mischief. I found this out because he was, yet again, getting onto my drying rack to get at my clothes. I looked Peluche straight in the eyes and said in my best " I'm a pissed off mama" voice, "Peluche GET DOWN NOW!" He looked ME straight in the eyes and moved his paws back so he's not leaning all the way on it but just barely touching it with the tip of his paws...and stayed there.
Oooh it's on now.
So I walked up and pushed him with my foot. He apparently wasn't expecting that because he didn't shift his weight to compensate. As he flailed and fell backward he gave me this glare like "Bitch, you did NOT just do that". One point for Dreamcatcher :)
On the work front the crap boss came back after being gone a heavenly month. He's no longer my boss but he still puts me in a bad mood. Luckily since he's not my boss anymore I can tell him to kiss my ass and not worry about getting fired. So this may be more fun than I think. We'll see.
Aaaand that's about it.

So my cat is going to give me an ulcer I swear. He's about four months old now and just got his first set of booster shots. He checked out fine and then two days ago I noticed he has some weird rash on the back of his neck. It apparently doesn't itch or hurt though because he doesn't pay it any attention. Yay, can't be THAT bad then right?
Right?
Well it's gotten worse. He's losing hair on the area behind his neck and the rash is now creeping around his neck, into his ears and onto his bottom lip. Still, he doesn't seem to know it's there but now I'm getting really worried. My vet won't be in today so I'll have to wait until tomorrow but he's DEFINITELY getting checked out as soon as possible.
Anybody have any ideas? Ring worms have already been mentioned. I'm hoping it's not that and if it isn't that it's not something worse.
He's very cute though,even with the rash.

The office is closed for Labor Day (kick ASS I finally work for a company that is closed on holidays like any DECENT company should be) and since I spent next to zero time with Lubu last time I went down I am making a return trip.  I will leave friday after work (probably about 2pm) and get to Plano lord knows when.  I plan on staying until monday sometime.  Those of you in Plano....BEWARE  :) 

Sometime this week I will drive back to OKC and finish up the apartment stuff!  YAY!  Now hopefully I get the entire security deposit back and as much of the pet deposit as possible :)
And then I'm dropping by Norman to see the Rabbit.  YAY! 

 Death be not proud, you stupid mother fucker!