Part II of: Do you really want to know these things?

Here's my go at it. I'm not sure if you will find me more intriguing or wish you never knew me.

INSTRUCTIONS: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place.

Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.
1) Whiskeymarie
2) FeistyMnGirl
3) What Greg Likes
4) A Blog of a Good Time
5) Classy (c'est moi!)

Select five people to tag:
Cherry Ride
Dr.Ken
5of9er
Anaesthetised Aussie
Loaf

What were you doing 10 years ago?


Finished my freshman year at NYU and moved back to Chicago. Started a job at the Museum of Contemporary Art where I served Tommy Lee Jones a Pilsner Urquell and worked one day at the Ghiradelli Chocolate Shop. Promoted underground parties and bought a 71 VW Squareback.

What were you doing 1 year ago?
Oh boy, good times. Quit my job, quit grad school, broke off an engagement and moved back to Chicago from Ohio.

Five snacks you enjoy:
1) Jays Hot Stuff Chips
2) Peanut M&Ms
3) Injera (I sometimes eat it without anything else and eat it so quickly that I always get hiccups)
4) Greasy Sesame Balls from the Chinese bakery
5) Cheese Combos

Five songs that you know all the lyrics to:
1) "William, it was really nothing"- The Smiths
2) "1 Thing"- Amerie
3) "The Jumpoff"- Lil' Kim
4) "Another Morning Stoner"- And you will know us by the trail of dead
5) "Twisterella"- Ride

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
1) Let my parents retire early.
2) Go to every Chicago Bears game. Hang out at the Cadillac Club, eat at the buffet, get on the jumbotron.
3) Be a spectator on the European leg of the World Rally Championship.
4) Buy a roller rink and stock the dj booth with the best tunes evah! No roller blades or douche bags allowed.
5) Buy a Mitsubishi Evolution & Subaru WRX Sti
-I would do other noble things, really I would! But, I figure, I've dedicated the last 10+ years of my life helping people so I'm due for some comeuppance, right?

Five bad habits:
1) OCD
2) Getting sucked into to marathons on VHI & MTV
3) Road rage
4) Drunk rage
5) Stream of consciousness

Five things you like doing:
1) Dancing
2) Being random
3) Hangin' with my homies
4) Finding new music
5) Eating fried foods

Five things you would never wear again:
1) My seafoam green dress that I wore to a Turnabout Dance my freshman year of high school.
2) I will never live this one down: My 2005 World Series Champion White Sox long sleeve shirt with jeans and cowboy boots.
3) My orange jeans from my underground party days. They weren't Cross Colors, but they might as well as have been.
4) Blonde hair
5) Platform gym shoes ( I know I'm short and everything, but really, what was I thinking?)

Five favorite toys:


1) Get Along Gang Clubhouse Caboose
2) The Sprinkler
3) Those puzzles on the tables at Cracker Barrel
4) Baseball Glove
5) Monchichis

PART I of: Do you really want to know these things?

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My frenemy, Ms. Julie Gong, in an attempt to get me to blog more and stop being so boring, has enlisted me in a little game of tag. I decided to tag my best blog friends as well (see below). At present, I don't have the time to really do the task justice, but in the next day or so I will bestill upon you the wonderfulness of knowing these random factoids about me. In the meantime, bloggy friends, get to work!

INSTRUCTIONS: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.

1) Whiskeymarie
2) FeistyMnGirl
3) What Greg Likes
4) A Blog of a Good Time
5) Classy (c'est moi!)

Select five people to tag:

Cherry Ride
Dr.Ken
5of9er
Anaesthetised Aussie
Loaf

What were you doing 10 years ago?

What were you doing 1 year ago?

Five snacks you enjoy:

Five songs that you know all the lyrics to:

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:

Five bad habits:

Five things you like doing:

Five things you would never wear again:

Five favorite toys:

*** It's a tag of a panda, get it?

My Goodies My Goodies

When is it appropriate for a lady to use the restroom outside? Well, there were at least two occasions in 2006 where I felt it was completely appropriate:

1) After meeting my BFF during the last leg of a bachelorette party, where in order to catch up with the crew, I was fed drinks like it was going out of style (always a good idea), my BFF and I decide to head over to a house party at Dr. Ken’s. We had no clue what the exact address was and kept telling the cabbie over and over again that we weren’t at the right place (which actually was right across the street from us). After getting out of the cab, we began to walk in the completely wrong direction wandering aimlessly up and down the block. At this point the liquor pain on the bladder train began a rollin’ and since I didn’t know when we would see anything that would resemble facilities, I went with the best option out there for me, the alley. I ran over next to the dumpster and by golly felt some sweet relief.

During this time BFF was still trying to find the party. I ran out of the alley refreshed and immediately tell her that I just peed in the alley. I felt as if it was a great accomplishment that must be shared with the world.

2)It was by sheer luck that I came across who would soon become one of my favorite DJs, DJ Major Taylor, one night at the weekly dance party at The Hideout. It was love at first note. I danced the night away and shut down the joint. For some reason I didn’t have the presence of mind to actually use the bathroom before I left, and by the time we ventured out to the car I was ready to unleash a significant amount of Miller Lite on my pointy hipster shoes. There were no alleys to be found for The Hideout is on a pretty solitary industrial road, hence the name. My only option? A planter with a weird steel sculpture in it. The squat was upon me and I can remember telling my friends, “You better not be looking at my business!” I said this at least three times to them, mind you, and this was a pretty quick expulsion experience.

So, my friends, there goes some of Classy’s classiest outdoor urination moments! I am so pleased I could share them with you!

Rockwell and MJ were right!

UPDATE!

CLASSY: 1 HERMAPHRODITES: 0

I was shocked and saddened by recent correspondence from my dearest brother Zebidiah Makacki Jalapeno Camlto:

As of today, I am prohibited from posting to your "ClassyandFancy" page. The Websense Enterprise reason given for the censorship: "category sex is filtered". This makes no sense to me Mr. Websense Enterprise Firewaldo. Now, I can read the blog (which contains little to no references to sex and written by my little sister no less...ewww!), but may not post to said blog because the assumption of what I might end up typing could possibly be viewed as "sexy"? Hmm, I never thought my sexiness preceded me, but I guess I'll take the compliment when given. I'm too sexy for this song.

Classy is sexy you say? Interesting? Perhaps. Funny? Possibly. Sexy? That is definitely up for debate. Although, in the past I have used the phrases “Doing her against the wall”, “Gettin’ it on”, “Makin’ some time”, and “Dry Humpin”, these phrases would appeal to a very sheltered 14 year old hermaphrodite*. I have mentioned my dream of employment at VIPs Gentleman’s Club. I have included pictures of a scantily clad Hugh Grant and Andrea True. I have talked about Old Style beer A LOT. While I find all of these things VERY SEXY, I am not sure they are on par with the general view of titillating topics. I guess they have a lot of hermaphrodites working at Websense and that my readers are too damn hot. But, I think you already knew the second reason.

*This past weekend a voodoo necklace told me I was going to have two hermaphrodite children. Woo hoo! I love Jamie Lee Curtis and people I'm gonna have two!