TMIThursday: A Little Extra SAUCE w/ Her French … Kiss.
Jan 27, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, TMI Thursday's, Yum... or Lack There Of., bitch
Hello my gluttons for TMIThursday punishment!
As always — check out Ms. Lilu for making this recurring day of nastyness that we all kind-of look forward to possible. She rocks, in case you didn’t know.
Today we have a guest TMIT’er. (I am thinking I want to have guest TMIT’s for a few weeks … so if you have a TMIT story to share on my blog … email me @ wickedcourtni@gmail.com) She is a fellow-ess PQNation Blogger … known as “Rise Again” on our site … but to me she is my Alanaface.
I love her. And her blogs. When she gets around to gracing us with her blogpresence anyway. 
Show her some love. She is the bestest. 
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I am the Puke Queen.
It doesn’t matter if it’s because I’m pregnant, drinking, eating something off the Chinese buffet or trying to cough back up the overload of carbs I ate for lunch, I puke. Anytime, anywhere, and the amazing thing is that it embarrasses me to NO end to throw up in front of other people.
It’s like a joke now to anyone who knows me.
Unfortunately, sometimes that shit happens at a really inopportune time, like, say, a first date. I mean, hypothetically.
This story is so typical, it’s ridonculous.
J and I started chatting online in September of 2008. Conflicting schedules prevented a real meet and greet until almost November, but when we finally found a day I suggested karaoke.
Now, don’t get it twisted. I can sing. It seems, however, that being able to sing doesn’t necessarily translate well to being able to sing karaoke on a first date. When you’re drunk. Also, nervous.
Solution to all life problems?
Wait for it…
Alcohol!
(I see you are paying attention. Good, we won’t have to go over this later.)
We started at a sports bar, general first date chit chat with lots of beer (read: cider. read: not SMRT) and some pool. I was nervous like Lady Gaga in a room of asexual androids. My first real date since separating from my husband.
It kind of felt dirty. 
By the time we got to the karaoke bar, I was pretty lit, but J said he’d never had a Jagerbomb and I’m just so fuckin’ sorry but that’s like, a travesty.
What a waste! That shit didn’t even come in two separate glasses, but was premixed in a plasticmuthafuckincup.
Followed by another cider.
Do you sense a trend of drinks with too much sugar here?
I sensed it. I sensed it all the way up my sweet little esophagus.
So, I excused myself.
And then I got called to sing.
And then what?
I didn’t have a tooth brush. Or mouth wash. Or any of those nifty little breath strips that he always carries around. (Of which I am now VERY aware and use them often in just these types of situations. Well, and before morning sex. I digress.)
What I did have was a dude that I was totally into, who made a move, like, I dunno, two hours ago, sitting next to me in the booth. He RODE THE SCHOOLBUS WITH ME FOR FUCK’S SAKE! What guy will do that anymore?!
So what did I do?
Yeah, go ahead and puke in your mouth a little…it’s all the rage.
I let him stick his tongue so far down my throat it’s a wonder I didn’t lay it all out on the table right there.
And I don’t care. Yeah, I let him kiss me with puke mouth. Say somethin’, bitch.
There you have it. Feel free to share your own related or completely NON related TMIT’s.
Happy Thursday!
Tags: alcohol, french kiss, karaoke, sing
Musical Band Aids
May 12, 2009 Family, Friendship, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Random, Relationships, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked & D Quotables, Wicked Wisdoms
Today I was reminded of a couple of things. The only one worth mentioning in public forum is that music is an amazing band-aid.
I have written many a blog about how much music affects me. Even on the days where I need complete silence in order to function properly (which rarely ever happens anymore) music still takes on a primary role in my day to day functioning.
I am always singing… humming… referencing music in everything that I do.
Don’t believe me?!
Last week on date night, D and I were sitting at the restaurant and he could not stop yawning. (yes I am that boring)
D: (yawning)”I think I am going to order some coffee.”
Me: “yeah you aren’t gonna fall asleep on me this time.” (long story)
When the coffee comes:
Me: (singing loudly and out of nowhere as he takes a sip) “I GUESS YOU’RE JUST WHAT I NEEDED!!!!!!!”
D: “Wow. Really?!”
Me: “Yep.”
D: (Taking another sip)
Me: “JUST WHAT I NEEDED!”
D: “Knock it off”
Me: “sorry.”
I really wasn’t sorry though because in the course of our meal I busted at least 2 more 80’s hair band-esque tunes out at appropriate times. I truly believe that one of the reasons that D and I are meant to be is our shared love of being dorky together… but also the shared love of music. D makes up songs for everything. As I write this song he is singing about his love for butter… Not kidding.
Today in a moment of frustration, I plugged into my i-tunes and pressed shuffle. I swear to Goddess that my i-tunes is like a fucking mood ring. It picks precisely the song I need to hear at the moment I need to hear it most. As if it is plugged into my brain or something…. weird….
Anyway, I got caught up in this moment and a bit of the ugly side of me peeked out and allowed my heart rate to rise and my blood to boil a little bit because I felt like I wasn’t being heard… and that my reasonings weren’t being understood. Sometimes my defense mechanism has a tendency to take over my thinking simply to protect my heart… and I spit venom when it is not always necessary to do so. It is something that I work on daily… but I am not perfect.
In the midst of this frustration, I pressed play and “No Rain” came on. That has to be the happiest song ever. It makes me want to wear a bee costume and spin around in circles while it plays in the background on repeat.
I listened to it over and over until I had no choice but to smile.
When I am insert emotion here, music has the ability to allow me to revel in it or it can pull me out of it as quickly as the emotion took over.
I don’t listen to much new music. I have a hard time finding a free moment to browse new artists/albums/singles… so I play it safe and stick to what I know. Usually. Unless someone recommends something good… I usually stay in the music safe zone and listen to all of the music that has impacted my life prior to my current chaos. D is good for new hip-hop/jazz/soul suggestions… but that is not what I am specifically interested in. I love good panty droppers just like the rest of us… but not always.
Do you have any new music suggestions? I always accept free music… and my birthday is quickly approaching… (hint hint but keep the screaming music and tear in my beer shit to yourself hint hint.)
I couldn’t imagine my life in silence, with no music to get me through the day. I wouldn’t want to wish deaf ears upon anyone… because if you all feel like I do… a deaf silence could be just enough of a push to send me over the edge.
Do you have a song that is your musical band aid?
Do you remember the first cassette/CD you ever owned?
What is the very first music video you remember seeing?
What kind (if any) mp3 player do you own? Would you go back to discman’s or stay with the mp3?
What is the ONE song right now that you just cannot get enough of? (it doesnt have to be new…)
Tags: blind melon, CD, ipod, mtv, music, playlist, sing, smile, song, video
