Note to self: delete all Match.com emails from my Blackberry in the future

Today a group of my coworkers suckered me in to a last-minute project which required a group of us to go to another downtown office building for about 15 minutes or so. Another coworker, Mike, was selected dropped us off. Mike somehow acts like he's superior to me socially, intellectually, and professionally (none of which are the case - case in point: he was chosen to drive; they begged me to go to this meeting).

When dropping us off we said "Okay Mike, just drive around to avoid the meter maids for a few minutes, and we'll call you when we're done."

Mike: "Dangit, I forgot my cell phone. Here ALTR, just let me borrow your phone and call your number from someone else's phone when you all get out."

I agreed and handed over my phone.

Flash forward 10 minutes, I'm in the middle of a serious moment of the meeting with our customer , and all of a sudden it hit me......OH HOLY CRAP!!! A few weeks ago, I signed up for the trial (FREE) portion of Match.com. And they bombard me with emails every day. And I get my emails....ON MY PHONE! And he was just dying to borrow MY phone - not the phones of any of the other 4 people in the car with us. That piece of sh*t!

I'm sure he went through my messages and emails. I probably would have if I'd been in his situation. In addition to emails from Match.com, Subject Line "He Winked At You!", Mike also probably enjoyed a series of desperate-girl booty call text messages from the blackout zone, a back-and-forth banter with a gay friend about drag queen wigs and poppers, and text messages to ALTL asking her to bring me a platter of cocktail sandwiches and a daiquiri at The Fly.

I guess if I had nothing to hide, I wouldn't have to worry about this. And, there's always a chance that he didn't go through my emails and won't spread their contents around the office. Yeah right!

Oh well, live and learn.

rain, rain, go away

Tonight's Tulane/LSU game has been "rained out."

Deciding it's better to be safe than sorry, Tulane officials postponed tonight's baseball game against LSU because of the threat of severe thunderstorms around game time. - nola.com

Lame. We blame LSU.

Just another morning commute

This morning while approaching the light at St. Charles at the bridge, I found myself distacted by what looked like an economy size spill of powdered scrambled eggs with a slight off-putting color to them. I always tell myself I will blog, so I try to snap a picture on my cell phone.




As I continue my forward movement, I realize something is missing.

Someone wiped out the light at Calliope and St. Charles. Again. The last time was the weekend of March 6, not even a month ago. I first noticed this on Saturday the 7th and by Tuesday the 10th the light was back in business. I was amazed because this was the fastest light replacement I have ever seen in the city of New Orleans. However, that intersection does have the potential to be extremely dangerous, you know, with the streetcar and all.

What will the turn around be this time? And who is the culprit twice in one month?!

BOOOOOO, REF!

I love going to Hornets games. I hate having "things" to keep track of, such as a purse, jacket, etc. Therefore, my phone, ID, and cash all go in my pocket. This allows for few concerns such as purse snatching/forgetting and easier beer holding and impromptu clapping against the leg.

Anyhow, I always have this fear that I'm going to drop my money or phone when I go to the bathroom and drop trou. Last night during my third quarter bathroom trip, the inevitable happened - my program and cell phone fell out of my pocket.

Sitting there trying to do my business, I spy my phone in the stall to the left of me. Luckily, it was unoccupied. I slid my foot under the divider, stomped on my phone, and dragged it back into my stall. Finishing my business, I stood up, zipped up my shorts, flushed the toilet, and bent over to pick up my phone. As I did this I received a nice spray from the toilet right in my face.

Post-MG2K9

I don't do New Years resolutions. There's too much king cake to eat, champagne to drink, and work to ignore between January 1 and Fat Tuesday. So, instead, I do post-Mardi Gras resolutions. And, obviously, mine is to blog more.

I've neglected keeping up to date with the goings-on in the NOLA blogosphere. But I'm still here.

So, here's my Mardi Gras de-briefing - I had one of the greatest carnival seasons I've had in a long time! ALTL had friends in town - we went to lots of parades, donned multiple costumes, and had a good time at the 8th Annual Not-So-Super Super Hero Party. I also had some friends in town - sharing my city with visitors always getting me fired up about Mardi Gras all over again!

So, to all of our friends out there in the NOLA blogosphere and beyond, we are back and we hope you're still reading.

Cynthia hyphens everywhere

Today I saw a yard sign for Harry Lee's granddaughter, Cynthia Lee-Sheng, who's running for a JP Council seat.

Not to be confused with Cynthia Hedge-Morrell or Cynthia Willard-Lewis of New Orleans City Council fame. It's so hard to keep all these Cynthias with hyphenated last names straight!

I guess that's what happens when you want everyone to know both whose daughter you are and who you're married to!