and now the reviews

first on the agenda, I think I will direct my criticism at some Jelly beans. Okay, so Jelly Belly jelly beans. Everyone knows they have the best flavors out there, though they are expensive little buggers they are worth the extra pocket change once every Chinese new year. One problem with these surprisingly-accurate-in-flavor bites is how much they make me fear white jelly beans. If I am not sure whether that tiny speck on the side is a yellow dot or not, I simply toss the bean to the side and throw it out later. This may be disappointing to a number of happily pina colada flavored jelly beans, but roughly 85% of you will agree it is worth it. The demon in the bag is that not so buttery popcorn flavored hellion of a bean. Though I am a fan of the real deal, this snack is just not anything like popcorn. It makes every taste bud just scream for their constitutional rights against cruel and unusual punishment. but, I guess things could be worse, at least it's not a Harry Potter world in which I would be forced to guess whether I were plopping sugary coated vomit into my mouth or not.

With my wrath for the aforementioned jelly bean laid out I can now move on. Okay, so, true story: The other night my boyfriend, Chris (wanna read his blog too just click on his link to the right), his brother and I went to a party thrown by a guy at work. When we arrived we had already missed out on a little bit of beer pong, but that was fine because the same two teams spent over an hour more finishing that same game, so we got to see shall I say enough of the match...We were all bonding insulting the hosts ipod playlist when more people began to arrive. At this point most of the party goers were feeling a good buzz. It should be known that I was not feeling this same buzz, I chose the DD route for the evening. At least every person got to meet someone new that night. I was even "secretly dating" a girl I didn't even know while Chris was "sexing up" her boyfriend. All in good fun though. So, I decide to play beer pong with Chris because I know I can totally rock the table, despite having the handicap of not being totally sloshed. (I was going to say pissed but since not everyone is British...)I shot the first ball and it sank right in. Chris went...right in! I went again and I threw the ball so far to the right it probably could have hit Chris right in the eye if he had leaned in a little. Bad. it went down hill, only for me, soon and by the end Chris won. I then got to drive some other party goers to pick up rockband. For the record, if you ask the sober person to take you somewhere, let them know what they are getting into, or make it worth their while. That said...Rockband is a multiplayer, multi-piece game. though it comes packaged all in one neat little box in the store, that doesn't mean people think that is the best way to store it. Noooo, you should actually store it at your house and four friends' houses. I do see the value in this, should you get robbed, you only miss out on the drum kit or maybe the mic. I mean who really wants to hear Andy's rendition of Mississippi Queen that third time anyhow? After nearly an hour of collecting parts and people we were at the last house of our Rockband extravaganza. The man inside was phoned and we had to wait until he was...no lie...done beating a boss in World of Warcraft before he could come unlock the door and let everyone in. Unfortunately when we arrived back at the party, we realized the downfall to the outwit-the-robber game, forgetting the usb connection for the second guitar...oh well. I was excited to be back at the party where everyone was three sheets to the wind and waist deep in the remnants of beer spilled on the floor in the very competitive flip cup tournament, that, much to my enjoyment, was still in play.