Medallion Hunt Makeout

Eleven days ago I started the annual St. Paul winter carnival medallion hunt, where a few friends and I get our nerd alert hats on and literally search for a piece of plastic in hundreds and hundreds of acres of park property in the city. We did not find the bitch this year, but were very, very close and met tons of new people. There is a core group of die-hard hunters that I am proud to say we are a part of, one of whom is Mikey, who is one of my favorite people in the world. Well guess what?!?! His stepson moved into town a few weeks ago and he is ADORABLE. He's from Wisconsin, and although WI will be terribly easy for me to obtain, being so close and all, I wanted to tie it in to the hunt, my passion. So ladies and gentlemen, meet Steven:




He was down with the blog idea days ago...bless his heart. And by the way, the best kisser so far. He is also my date to the winter carnival vulcan victory dance on Saturday, so more to come? GO BADGERS!!!!!

"Ooooohhh....

....klahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plain!"

Wait?! What?! I thought you were in San Diego! I am but luckily the conference I am here for drew people from all over the country. (BTWay the bars here close at 1 A.M. Don't you think that's weird? Oh, and I had a couple margarita's at lunch, and a martini on the rooftop bar, and some vino in my hotel, and we went to a dueling piano bar...) "To make a long story short... too late," I made a friend at the conference. She is from Indiana and she happened to be in the same sorority as me, bizarre?! I ran into her and her co-workers (from around the country... Oklahoma you may be thinking?) at lunch. I joined thier table and told them we were going out tonight. (I believe it was THE OC who once said I force peope to be my friend, he may have been on to something) "Get on with it... I'm getting there, I'm getting there!" I tell them about said competition and ask for their support, they agree. (see previous list of beverages & locations) Time to leave and I say, Aimless you're going to love this one, "are you going to participate or what?" Other co-worker chimes in, "I'll take the picture!" And there you have it... all tied up for now but I am spending tomorrow night in LA and Sat. we are doing something different ;)

Oh yeah...! (don't you love that I have to keep doing this?! and I totally forgott o spell check the fisrt time so I cam going to do that now) So apparently this is all really Angi's (or the author of the book she got for J-bro who even knows when) idea... "but yes! See for yourself!"

what happens in vegas goes on this blog

So I'm sitting here at the Las Vegas airport, dreading my trip home to the arctic circle, and wanted to update the blog while the memories of my trip are still fresh and/or while I'm still drunk. HAHA just kidding. Or not. So last night, as Mary mentioned below, was the highlight of my visit to FABULOUS LAS VEGAS. We capped everything off by a trip to the Palms baby! We hit up all 4 clubs in the joint, incredible all around, and I'm happy to report that we were both successful.

Side note - we went out to Fremont Street on Friday night and were totally shut down by 3 guys. It was our first attempt (or as I like to call it "assault") and I used a very business-like approach to the whole deal. Explaining the blog, concepts, etc. I think I confused them. It also didn't help that 2 of 'em were married. We were SOL and didn't help my confidence and we decided together that from now on, Mary would do the talking...maybe this whole deal is more difficult than I thought it would be. Cut to last night...

My first of the evening came to fruition because of my competitor. She started bragging about Florida Florida Florida blah blah blah. Well, turns out that Florida had a friend, Florida#2. Well then! Done deal. These guys were eager to comply and actually got a kick out of what we were doing.

They stuck around for awhile afterwards much to the chagrin to my competitor who thought it was a done deal and time to move on. Eventually we did just that, on to the next club - Playboy! At this club, it was more about mingling with the fabulous people Mary introduced me to. This included a super sweet married couple - Betsy & Stan (sorry if I was not supposed to use real names!) Anyway, Betsy graciously allowed me to fill my Nevada quota by kissing her husband. (Awesome - I'm a swinger!) I made her a deal that I would kiss her too and made her take the picture.

Those 2 were so fucking awesome, as were all the folks I met last night!

Onto the next club, Moon...Mary & I found ourselves alone together, not too sober at all. At this point I was contemplating a cab back to my hotel, and looked over and saw her chatting up 2 guys. Sweet! Fresh meat!! These dudes were from New York, Brooklyn, no less. She got hers, I got mine...

Last but not least, I was stumbling through the lobby in the casino and met a nice gentleman by the name of Marcell, from California. Immediately, I thought it was a bummer because I already had my Mr. California in mind (and he knows very well who he is) so I didn't want to add Marcell officially to the state count. Let this picture serve one purpose alone - to strike fear in the heart of my competitor that I have got mad game, bitches:

Melissa got Florida, New York, and Nevada; Mary got Florida and New York. We're tied now, as of 5 minutes ago...when I just got ILLINOIS, in the airport bar, as he helped me type this entry. HAHAHAAAAA I RULE. Thanks Ben, now I'm winning...

I Guess You Should Have Stayed Out MN M

Look Bobby, I posted this at 2:04

I only hope that the first thing you do is check our blog ;) First things first, we have officially discussed and added a new form of documentation for yours truly as it has been determined that the one thing we all know I can do when I am reeaalllly drunk is call Bobby. So if there is no properly functioning camera or more likely camera operator, confirmation may also be made via a voice message which Bobby will then forward back to me and hopefully the wife can transfer it to my computer and somehow attach it to this blog. Mr. (fill in the state) is to state (pun intended) his name (not his real name of course, his state name) and the location (not on my person but in the world) of said kiss. Oh and for the record Israel is not a state... ask MN M (I think that is really punny too) unless it is Israel, Kansas.

Secondly I would like MN M to add a place for me to track how many of the kisses happen at da Palms. (damn! did I give it away?!)

MN M is officially in THE Vegas and we meet for a cocktail and some grub. It's going to be an early night, one or two drinks so she can meet the man behind the idea. (isn't that how it always starts?!) My roomie was going to stay home and be productive (ask her facebook status) but a friend of a friend is in town and "maybe you can both get Oregon." (damn! I gave it away again!) Sadly MN M retired for the evening, some nonsense about having to get up early for work. Previous to my arrival Mr. Oregon says, "get up on the bar and I'll take your picture. We can send it to Andrea." Lil J responds, "wait 'til M gets here and we'll take a funny picture." (Aside: she claims she was not referring to this blog) After a labyrinth experience in the Rio parking lot and some shameless objectification of women (yes I appreciate the irony) at McFadden's we decide to do something different.

Cut to ("I love it when you do cut to") Lil J "Oregon is a pretty obscure state." I agreed. "and he did want a picture."

Thanks Mr. Oregon! But it doesn't end there, I decided to stop at TB on Flamingo (Bobby, they added Mexican pizza sauce to the cheesy roll-up and it was pretty much the same thing as an m-f-ing cheeserito, the wife is right, driving all the way to Jones & 215 is silly) and the truck (Mr. Oregon drives a truck BTWay) in front of me... well you'll see :) 2 down... 48 to go

my blog cherry has been popped

Hey, Melissa here with exciting news: I have my first kiss! It only took 9 days into the new year...a little longer than I expected, but like Mary mentioned, I was sick over New Years and beyond and also wanted to let Mary get the first one in so I don't hurt her feelings by kicking her ass this early. Although I was kind of on a mission to get Hawaii or Alaska or Kentucky or some other exotic state done first, alas, it had to be Minnesota. Now, instead of simply assaulting someone at the bar or on the street OR paying one of my friends to make out with me, I have a legitimate story that I hope you all will find interesting...

The lucky guy has had the privilege of being my friend for a few years now. His name is Jason and he has been with his partner Shane, for 12 years. Known affectionately around our group as "the gays", Jason & Shane are perhaps 2 of the funnest, craziest friends I have. Besides Mary, of course. Anyhoo, about a year ago Jason was completely bombed on this party bus deal we had going on for our friend Jim's birthday. He was so wasted, it was like he had multiple personalities and shit. Well lucky for me, we got to meet 'Jason the sexy burlesque dancer' on the bus. And yes, that is a nice way of saying 'Jason the filthy stripper with no coordination and can't see out of his eyes'. In the closest I've ever come to being sexually assaulted, Jason was ALL UP IN MY GRILL, writhing around the bus, clinging to the poles that normally help people NOT fall down but working the opposite that night. Cut to me, not being sober myself, loving this attention and deciding, after a recent breakup, that the best course of action would be to make out with my gay friend. We were 2 hot messes that night, let me tell you:

I bring up this story because last night, when he laid eyes on me, I felt a reenactment coming on strong, and then remembered this blog so of course I purposely led him on. Giving him full disclosure after he queried why our picture was being taken (thanks Erin!) while his tongue was down my throat, he squealed like a little girl and removed his license from his wallet proclaiming that I should take his picture by his license to prove he was from Minnesota. Um, yeah Jason that was actually the next agenda item, thanks for being ahead of the game dude. So here you go...photographic evidence of my #1:

Who's # 1?

Well I am sure you all have been eagerly anticipating the first blog entry now that 2009 has begun. The 5th annual New Year's/birthday week long celebration was another wasted good time. Wish you were here xoxo. (for the record we were using that long before Gossip Girl was ever conceived) I had an unfair advantage since my competitor was ill (and lives in boring, cold, snowy MN) over the holiday however my lead should be much more considerable, I live in Vegas for crying out loud! Sadly the story isn't that interesting, but you can bet it happened at da Palms!

So who is # 1? Mr. Maryland! (thanks in most part to the brains behind this idea, you know who you are) Mr. Maryland is a friend of a friend who was in town for a Beer Pong tournament, no seriously, the grand prize was $50,000! Somewhere someone has photograpic evidence but I have not received it yet (and I wouldn't know how to post it anyway) For the record I am wearing a shirt that says "what happens at the Palms stays at the Palms." Of course if you have ever been to Vegas with me you know that statement is completely untrue, what happens at da Palms ends up on Facebook! (or some random blog)

Stay tuned, the real excitment begins in two weeks when we are both in Vegas together...