Showing posts with label frozen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frozen. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

If all else fails...

Make your waiter blush horribly.

Which is exactly what I did last Friday night (the name of a Katy Perry song).

Kid, L.E.D and I went drinking. It happened. And we have discovered that when L.E.D and I have been drinking we get silly. (The Friday night before this last one we had played Miss Merry Mack at our table, to my everlasting humiliation.) Okay, I get silly. Very silly and very unscripted.

Waiter Blush #1:
I ordered a Frozen Mudslide. Tastes just like a chocolate milk shake and is even better because you get a buzz. Plus, the glass looks gorgeous until you stir. Anyway, I always get a spoon so I can eat the whipped topping. With said spoon I scooped up said whipped topping and popped all of it into my mouth. Yes, my mouth was full of creamy white stuff.

Our waiter gave me a look. I mean, I just took a whole spoonful of whipped cream in one bite, I'm surprised more people weren't staring. My response to the staring?
"You know you like seeing me with white stuff in my mouth."

Did I mean for that to slip out? No, but I think the whipped cream and liquor lubed things up and out comes Miss Unscripted and Inappropriate.

Waiter Blush #2:
Our waiter convinces me that I should order a Sauza Gold Margarita as it is on special. I say, sure why not? What's the worst that could happen right?

Well, I chugged it. Yep. Took a sip to taste it and then downed the rest. Well I did it a little quickly and choked a little. At that moment he comes up and says,
"You know you are supposed to chew before you swallow."

And who should make a guest appearance right then? Miss Unscripted and Inappropriate. I reply with all the wit of a 6 year old.
"That depends on what you are trying to swallow."

He not only blushed so bad that he had to walk away from our table, he also face palmed. That's right, who is the girl? Me.

There you have it, the adventures of Sarai and her friends when they have been drinking. By the way, Frozen Mudslides are the bomb! I may, or may not, be a little in love with them. Just sayin'.

In fact here is a picture of one, not the exact same kind as the one I had (mine was cooler, just sayin').
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Also, if you have the desire to make one of these babies at home here is a handy-dandy recipe.
2 oz Svedka® vanilla vodka
2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur
2 oz Bailey's® Irish cream
6 oz vanilla ice cream

Blend alcohol with ice-cream. Serve in a frosted glass.

Okay, now that I have posted all of that about drinking and partying (did I mention the gay bar dance scenes afterward? Or the brand new high heels I got?) I want to go out. Too bad it is the middle of the week and I have to work on Friday.

Well, that is all from me for now. Hope you enjoyed my craziness.

I am Sarai, this is my blog and I am out like my bottle of Vanilla Vodka.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Mommy, I want a Mermaid!

A quote for the day.
"Thy kiss is comfortless as frozen water to a starved snake." Troilus and Cressida by Shakespeare

So, let's start with the news.

Female reporters in foreign countries don't feel like women. They feel like a "third sex". Confusing? A little, but quite understandable none the less
http://www.cbc.ca/arts/media/story/2010/03/11/female-reporters-cbc.html

In Thailand there are people who believe that tattoos give you super powers. If they are the right tattoo that is.
http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/asiapcf/03/11/thailand.tattoos/index.html

This is hilarious, try it out! http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Shaker/index.html

A Senior girl's Senior prom was canceled because she is a Lesbian and wanted to go with her girlfriend wearing a tux. Lawsuit pending.
http://m.clarionledger.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100311/NEWS/100311012/-1/WAP&template=wapart
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_lesbian_prom_date

A man breaks into a church to watch Porn. Don't believe me?
http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/WaterCooler/wireStory?id=10066362

A baby elephant dies during 9 days of traumatic labor, but a live baby elephant is born. Zombie maybe?
http://abcnews.go.com/International/wireStory?id=10070163

A young woman gets suspended from school for NOT taking drugs. Yep, the world just got turned upside down.
http://scienceblogs.com/dispatches/2010/03/another_dumbass_school_officia.php

And a Piano teacher is being charged with having Child Porn. He was already a sex offender.
http://www.myfoxdc.com/dpp/news/local/piano-teacher-faces-child-porn-charges-031010

And now a song. Today's song has nothing to do with my quote or the title of the blog, but I thought that the title was funny. ^^ Anyway, I am slightly addicted to this song right now, don't know why.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

J-Rock Wizard of Oz (Chapter Five)

Current mood: Busy

Chapter Five: Meeting the Gackt Tin-Man.


Eventually they stumbled, literally for Pomme, into a forest filled with beautiful sculptures. Everywhere they looked they saw sculptures, some small and some large. Amongst all of these sculptures was a sculpture of a man trying to cover up the fact that he was naked. Only, as they got closer and closer they noticed that it wasn’t a sculpture but a real man, frozen in place.


“Whoa,” said Pomme, trying not to stare at the beautiful man.


“I want my hair to do that!” said Sarai, looking at the man’s hair.


The naked man’s hair was partially corn-rowed on top and then, in a pony-tail, fell in several spiral curls around his shoulders. The man was very beautiful, with sparkly blue eyes and a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.


“I wonder how to un-freeze him.” Mused Sarai.


Then, in the silence following Sarai’s musings, they heard a sound. A soft and muffled sound that seemed to come from the frozen man.


“Muh miss, muh miss!” said the man, well as best as he could considering his lips were frozen.


“Muh miss!” copied Miyavi.


“Miyavi, this is no time to play copy-cat. What does ‘Muh miss’ mean?” asked Sarai.


“Maybe it means ‘My dress’?” asked Pomme.


“My dress? What does he want with a dress? It is not like he can get dressed while he is frozen in place. No, it has to mean something else.”


“What about cookies!” exclaimed Miyavi.


Instead of answering this Sarai and Pomme just stared at Miyavi until he decided to move away and pick at a sculptured tree.


“Muh miss! Muh miss!” said the man again. His eyes seemed to want to move, but couldn’t, forced to stay focused elsewhere.


“We’re trying, damn it, give us a minute.” Said Sarai, frustrated.


“Muh miss. Wait! A kiss! A kiss, he wants a kiss!” exclaimed Pomme.


Sarai looked at Pomme and smiled. “Are you sure that’s not more wishful thinking than anything?”


“Well, it can’t hurt. Right?” asked Pomme.


“Fine,” replied Sarai. “Go ahead. Kiss him. While you’re doing that, I’m going to try something else.”


As Sarai walked toward where Miyavi was (he had begun to yell at a sculpture about cookies), Pomme timidly tripped forward and gentle kissed the man’s lips. As soon as she did the man blinked and took a deep breath. His eyelids fluttered a moment, pursing his lips, he moved as if he was going to lift his hands, but thought better of it.


Gracefully, the man leaned back, making sure to keep his hands over his privates. He rolled his shoulders slowly, popped his neck and then looked at Pomme with his sparkly blue eyes.


“Thank you for freeing me. God, it is stiff work being a sculpture!” said the man.


Pomme fought to speak intelligently, trying to pick her jaw up off of the ground.


“I didn’t think that would actually work! I just thought it would be fun to kiss you!” Quickly, a blush spread across Pomme’s face after saying that.


The man laughed softly and looked down. “Would you mind getting me my clothing? It is a bit drafty out here.”


“Oh! Of course, where are they?” replied Pomme.


“Well the last time I saw them they were underneath those trees over there.” The sculpture man pointed in a direction and Pomme carefully stumbled over there to look. What she found made her jaw drop to the ground once again. The man’s clothes consisted of a puffy white shirt; one that looked like it belonged to a pirate, a pair of gold leather pants that had slights all the way up the sides and were laced with black ribbons, a pair of silver knee-high boots and a platinum thong.


Timidly bringing them over, Pomme held them up and asked,


“Are these it?”


The man reached out and took the clothes, smiling and nodding. He walked behind a large tree and quickly dressed while Pomme tried to remain balanced. When he came out, Pomme’s eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch where several perfect rubies were sown to accentuate the bulge. Embarrassed, she turned her head and tried to think of something to say.


“Nice pants.” Internally Pomme smacked herself because that was all she could say. Just then Sarai came up and stopped short, staring.


“Holy Shit! It worked?! Kissing him worked?! No way. Whoa. Nice jewels, I mean…” Sarai stopped a moment, fighting a blush that was quickly taking over her face. “Um, nice pants.”


“Hey Toto!” Miyavi came running up and stopped short also. “Toto, you’re so red it looks like an apple and a tomato and blood all got together and had a baby on your neck!”


“My name isn’t Toto, damn it!” cried Sarai, trying to cover her face and the hide the blush.


“Your name is Toto?” asked the sculpture man.


“No! My name is Sarai. That is Miyavi and this is Pomme. What is your name?”


“Gackt. Thanks for rescuing me.” The man bowed low and kissed both Pomme and Sarai’s hands.


“No problem. Why were you frozen like that?” asked Sarai.


“Well you see, the Wicked Bitch of the West wanted my jewels and I wouldn’t give it to her. So she got pissed off and turned me into a piece of sculpture amongst a forest of sculptures, sure that no one would notice me. And that’s how I ended up here. How did you get here?”


“We are following the Pink Gibson Road to get to the Pink Star City to see the J-Rock Wizard so that they can go home.” Said Miyavi.


“Well, that didn’t really answer the question, but okay. Do you mind if I come along too?”


Pomme and Sarai looked at each other and then smiled.


“Sure! You can come too. Maybe you will recognize something and be able to help us find the way to the Pink Star City.” Said Pomme.


“So, we’re off?” said Sarai.


With that, the four of them hooked arms and cheerfully began their journey towards the Pink Star City.