Me. In Action.

Party peopllllllllllle!

Yea, tag team music comin' straight atcha. That's me DC, the brain supreme and my man Steve Roll'nnnnnn...

I digress.

Already.

There has been lots of talk of vlogs in blogland lately and I, myself, have never created a vlog. Why? I don't know. Maybe because I'm self conscious? Maybe because I had no idea what I'd vlog about? Maybe because I despise the word vlog? If it's even a real word. (It's not.)

Anywho, a number of people have been vlogitty vlogging lately and I love (and I do mean LOVE) watching them. This one is my favorite.

I thought it was time for me to do one. Except it's probably not even a vlog. I feel like I'm too old to be using these terms. It's me playing guitar and singing an old Bobby Darin song. You know, just a homemade video I made of myself. Sounds sexy, right? It's not. Trust me.

Before you watch, keep these few things in mind:
1. I mess up a lot
2. This is because I suck.
3. For those of you out there who play guitar, you may notice I have trouble with the Dm7 chord. Just wanted to point that out so that you know that I know. This somehow makes me feel better.
4. I have no idea why I chose this song.
5. Oh yea, because it rules.
6. RS? This one's for your dad.
7. I'm wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt in this video. This is not the same thing as a sweat suit. I did not buy them together and, therefore; it cannot be considered a sweat suit.
8. I wore this sweat "outfit" because, you know, I wanted to look my best for my big video premiere. And, you know, I'm single.
9. My sweatsuit brings all the boys to the yard....
10. It took a few of these to convince me to actually post this:

Mmm. Homemade martini.

So, without further ado...

I Play Guitar... Poorly from Regardez Moi on Vimeo.

(Oh God, I'm so embarrassed.)

On The Agenda

I'm home now and happy for it. My head was effed up today from not being at work all week. Is it Monday? No, it's Friday. Sweet, I have a whole weekend ahead of me.

On the agenda for tonight? Drinking. Lots of drinking.

Alone.

I stopped at the liquor store on my way home to buy ingredients to make martinis. Because what sounds better then going home, putting on your pjs, and drinking martinis on the sofa all night long? Well, for one, having a crazy monkey sex marathon with Jack or Sawyer or Desmond or Sayid. But other than that, pajama martini time sounds pretty appealing. That and watching 27 Dresses.

Loser is the new black. Or something.

Which reminds me, ladies. A friend of mine asked me a pretty serious question the other day. One that took lots of thought and soul searching. Which men from Lost would you sleep with and, more importantly, in what order? Men, you can take this one too. You can swap the men for the ladies of Lost. Or not. Whatever floats your boat. If you wanna make it a big ol' Lost orgie that's fine too. I'm not here to judge.

My martini is getting warm. Think about that question and report back. If you don't watch Lost then you can just get the hell out.

(No... I was just kidding! Stay! Please? I made martinis!)