Where I've Been and Top 10 Signs Your Boss May Be A 1930s Mobster

I know, it's been a month.

First, I had my Wallmate (college friend) who I haven't seen in about 6 years, come out to visit with her girlfriend. SUPER EXCITING!!! They were here the week of Halloween. They were Alice and The White Rabbit, The Boyfriend and I were Magician and Assistant (The woman sawed in half gone wrong).

PICTURES!!!

So that was Halloween. It was great seeing my friends. Then it's been pretty much non-stop since then. I've been working extra hours and 4 to 5 hours on Saturdays as well, so writing sort of got put on the back burner. Once I got home, it was pretty much chillax and then bedtime. Other weekend activities, besides working were hanging out with a friend for a movie and lunch date and Disney with other friends that were visiting.

Then the weeks just sort of got away from me and now we are here; one week before Thanksgiving. Jeez.

On to part two of this post.

Top 10 Signs Your Boss May Be A 1930s Mobster

10. He has an accent, preferably from an eastern European country, like Russian or Armenian. Examples of sentences are "I took my dog to the vet last night to be shot" (translation, I had to have my dog's vaccinations updated at the vet." "Go and get the Johnny for me, I need my book."

9. He refers to the front office people as "girls" but not in a creepy or demeaning way.

8. He drives a black vehicle that is always perfectly cleaned and polished.

7. He has literally thousands of business contacts.

6. He has a legitimate business.

5. He is usually in a shirt and tie.

4. He has a second office that is somewhat hidden and sort of secret.

3. He owns guns.

2. He has contacts with the Police Department and makes monetary contributions.

1. He makes his own vodka.

Busy, Busy, Busy

I always say that in my head as the Magician from Frosty The Snowman. Busy, busy, busy! (start about 1:09)

Anyway, I haven't forgotten about you. My mom was in town the past week, so I was kind of everywhere. I think I was out and doing more things in one week than I do in an entire month combined. Add that to the past two weeks of museum birthday fun...and I am definitely activity-ed out. Seriously. I need some hermit alone do not leave the apartment time.

One fun highlight from my mom being here was a trip to Madame Tussauds's wax museum. WAY more fun that I thought it would be. Here are some pictures The Boyfriend and I took. (there were many more inappropriate things we wanted to do, being the mature adults we are, but my mom was around so we toned it down a little)

Here's a summary of things done with my mom:

Tuesday: she arrived, and we hung out for an hour that evening at the apartment.

Wednesday: we went shopping at Burbank, fun but exhausting, then we dinnered.

Thursday: we walked around Hollywood like tourists. (Hollywood tourists annoy me) Then we had dinner with Josh, which took forever because there was this table of like 20 guys and their wives who wanted to SPLIT UP THE CHECK and ALL 20 GUYS had to go up to the poor waitress at the register and “HELP” her and stand there until it was done. So dinner took forever.

Friday: was getting brunch at Portos (delicious) and then hanging around Burbank before going to a taping of the come back of the show Whose Line Is It Anyway? Which was fun, but lots of people again.

Saturday: was doing the Madame Tussauds's Wax Museum, which was way more fun than I thought it would be, and then dinner at the Magic Castle.

Sunday: was a movie at the El Capitan and then dinner at Pig and Whistle.

Monday: was driving Mulholland Drive and then doing a stage old time radio show thing that is awesome (Called THe Thrilling Adventure Hour).

Tuesday: Tuesday she flew out at 3, so she had to leave by noon. We had agreed earlier that we would get brunch or something and then she would head out. (we got a pretzel and walked around Hollywood some more before she left)

So, yeah. I'm done doing stuff for a while. Also, more Fiction Friday to come...on Friday, as the name implies.

Bye! I am going to build a box fort and never leave...until I run out of books or snacks (and by snacks I probably mean candy and hard cider).