About last night...

Ok so yesterday I was writing from the depths of boredom. Today, I have a more exciting tale of my night last night. It was an emotional rollercoaster.

Let me start with this: I went to Pete's Candy Store in Williamsburg to participate in Wednesday night's Trivia night. Paired up with some girls there to be on their team since we arrived late. It felt like I was back in school, some very nerdy people all sitting very seriously and studiously around tables, pens and papers in hand. The questions were ridiculously hard and random. It was not trivia of the average person. I felt dumb. But I had some Long Island Iced Tea's and that made it all okay.

One of the girls we paired up with was a very cute, if not slightly butchy, girl from Hawaii. For whatever reason (probably a combination of boredom, loneliness and the LIT's) I was sort of feeling her. I was definitely having a bi-curious moment. Anyway I tried to get some play on that only to be told I wasn't her type!! Ugh the rejection!! I felt pretty sad after that and was getting pretty down on myself. I don't know what I expected. Apparently not that. So I left he bar feeling pretty buzzed and depressed. What a great combination. Onto my next conquest.

Driving through Williamsburg, I stumbled across a television crew that was filming something. I stopped at the red light where it was all happening. This ridiculously cute man (part of the crew) was standing there in the street so I rolled down my window and asked him what all the fuss was about. He proceeded to tell me they are filiming a pilot for a show called Gossip Girls and that it's a New York version of The O.C. He then pointed out to me the guy who produces The O.C. or whatever. Well of course I had no idea of either who he was talking about or who he was pointing to but ok.

We pulled away and somehow I felt compelled to go back and want to speak to this man. He was really cute in the dorky way that I love. I waited a bit and then circled around again. This time with my phone open and in hand so I could get a drive-by number! I knew he was working and didn't want to make a scene so I figured if I just rolled up and asked for digits, we'd be good to go.

The drive-by went like this: we pull up, stop, roll the window down and I wave him over. He says "you again?" To which I start babbling and he puts his fingers to his lips to silence me and says in a whisper "We're filming right now, go around the block again". Who am I to say no?

Go around the block again. I pull up again, roll down the window. Phone open and ready again. I start babbling again about how I know he's working but I want to take him out sometime and can I have his number. First sentence out of his mouth is "I don't make a lot of money!" Well right there I think we know that we are perfect for eachother. I started cracking up and say "I really don't care how much money you make. " My assumption is that he thought that I was all starstruck and caught up and wanted to date him because of what he does. HAH! I have no clue what it is he does, nor do I care, nor do I want him to try to get me on TV. The horror! I just wanted to take him out.

The conversation went on, I found out that he lives here and not in L.A., he has crazy work hours, and I finally got those digits. And I did the age old experiment of calling him right then and there to make sure I wasn't getting duped. Can we say paranoid??

I pulled away victorious. I then text messaged him and I'm supposed to call him today to sort it out and get together tomorrow. Whew. Crazy.

The night didn't end there. We tried to go to a spontaneous dinner at Peter Luger's...crazy I know. Pit stop at the bank to get some cash. And we couldn't be seated. Apparently thier last reservation is 9:45 and it was now 10:30. Oh well. Kellogg diner we go.

And that was that. Now back at work and getting myself all worked up over having to call this guy and make a date plan. What is wrong with me? And why is my life a sitcom?

Workless

Today is the second day of not being able to do work based on the fact that our computers are down at work. Hmmmph.

Not too much else to report other than boredom. I mean things happen in life but nothing that exciting. I've been out to dinner a bunch in the past week, all good and enjoyable meals. Spent Sunday doing a lot of shoveling, on account of our recent storm. I haven't seen any movies. Haven't finished any books yet.

I guess I'm just posting because there is little else I can do. I dyed my hair last night. Watched too much TV on Monday night, what an overload! And can I just say for the record and those of you who watch The Hills, I fu$king hate Spencer Pratt! His hair, his teeth, his upper lip. I can't stand any of it. It makes me sick to my stomach. What a weasel. I can't even deal. That stupid chain he wears around his neck. Ugh, all of it.

I guess that's all I have for now. Boring I know. But it's all I got.

Spring Forward

I'm back from another weekend. But this one was weird because of the whole time change thing. I feel like yesterday went by in a blur, before I knew it I was forcing myself to sleep.

Friday night I went to dinner with my girl Marla. It was good to recap. We then went to Level, one of the newer hotspots in the Ridge. What's funny is that the people in the Bay Ridge bars seem to always stay the same. No matter how often or not that I go out there, we always wind up seeing the same group of guys from high school. It's weird. It seems they are getting older and the girls are getting younger. I feel like if I'm there, and they are there, there's something wrong with this picture. I mean I know I've moved on, moved out of the ridge, gotten a life of some sort. But these guys? And these poor girls have no idea and think they are meeting some kind of sophisticated older man. Meanwhile they are just meeting the losers and rejects who can't seem to get a life.

Saturday night was the bookclub meeting in Hoboken. I've never been to Hoboken before. Cute little town but it did remind me a bit of Bay Ridge. I feel like every cutesy little town reminds me of bay ridge. We had a great, if not quick, dinner at Margheritas. Awesome Italian food and BYOB, which I thought included soda, so I came with Brooklyn lager and two bottles of coke in tow. Seriously I have some blond moments. The dinner was so much and so quick that it made me literally sick. But it was deee-licious. I would like to go back for a more leisurely dinner.

After dinner we had time to kill and hit up a bar where we played pool. That's where we met Gina. Gina was standing by the bathroom watching us play, then felt compelled to coach us, then felt compelled to join us. I don't know what exactly about us made us scream for an extra, unknown, player but she was there nonetheless. I had to admire her fearlessness. Here we were, possibly the worst pool players in the world (or so we thought, but with some booze and gina helping us we got better) and she wanted to befriend us.

We then trekked back to the city to the bitter end to see some live music, aka, Rutt. He always provides good tunes. We hung around at Peculiar Pub afterwards and I almost felt like I was an NYU student. Maybe for a split second and then it passed. I took the train home in the pouring rain at about 1:30. I'm glad I was somewhat sober otherwise I feel like it could have been a bad experience.

Yesterday was a blur at the Roosevelt Field mall. I wanted to shop but felt too tired. And here I am. I wonder what happened to that hour we gave up? It's so funny how we can just manipulate time. Don't you think? Like I wonder what could have happened in that extra hour that I sacrificed to daylight savings. Probably nothing but how will I ever know?

I guess that's it for now. Nothing too exciting. I have that Omarion song in my head "Icebox". You know it? The hook says "I have an icebox where my heart used to be....". It gets me thinking. Maybe I have an icebox where my heart used to be? That might explain why I find it so hard to feel anything these days. It's hard to feel angry or sad or even happy. I've had the life sucked out of me. I'm kind of numb. It's not good, I know it. But maybe with the warmer weather the icebox will start to melt. I hope so. This is going nowhere fast. Or maybe I just really like the song so I want to pretend to have an icebox where my heart used to be? I'm just talking out of my behind right now. Feeling crazy for a Monday. Peace out.

Regression

I realize I've been doing things I never got to do way back when. I realize that being in a 6 year relationship for most of my twenties really robbed me of some independence. So now I do some things to make up for lost times. I sleep with random people. Make out with random people. I get stoned and pretend I don't know what I'm doing, meanwhile I'm fully aware. Oh well. I guess it could be worse.

Somehow I've taken some steps back but it's all ok because at least I realize it. I'm not really being self destructive. Just acting out a little.

In other news I'm trying to not drink anymore. I just hate how I feel. It causes me to regress and act a fool, like DMX says. But it's just so hard because I feel like every social interaction revolves somehow around drinking. It's not that I can't have a good time without drinking, I don't need it as a social prop. But I just feel like I'm not being social if I'm not drinking a beer. I'm just torn about it all. I feel like I'm just getting too old for hangovers and hanging out in bars.

This past weekend I went to visit the kiddies in Staten Island. It was fun, more fun than I thought. It made me rethink my stance on the whole kids thing. Maybe I want them one day. As exhausting and annoying as they can be, don't they spice up life? I guess it could get boring after awhile just being you and your mate or whatever. I'm not saying I want them tomorrow, or next year, or in 10 years. But maybe one day.

Well I must go and be responsible and do work stuff. I'll check in soon. Just wanted to let everyone know my mind is still alive.

Peace!

Phenomenon

There seems to be a phenomenon taking over the male population. It strikes again and again and it's so not cool. It's the tucked-in shirt. I don't know why or how but for some reason men of all ages, races, social status, height, weight, etc seem to subscribe to this craziness. And I'm not talking like a night at a fancy dinner where of course it's fine to wear slacks and a tucked in button down shirt. I'm talking about the casual looking, hang out on Friday night, tuck in your shirt. Why is this ever appropriate? It just isn't. Someone needs to tell these men. That's why they are still single. They tuck in polo shirts, t-shirts, long sleeve, and the worst offender is the tucked in short sleeve shirt. EWWWW!!

And you may be thinking it's just geeks. No, it isn't. Trust me. I've had much experience in this lately. This look is not reserved for the nerd. At least then, I might be able to forgive it and chalk it up to geekiness. Honestly I don't know how you can put on an outfit that might be considered cool, then tuck in the shirt, then look in the mirror and say "wow, i look great!" and then walk out the door. It's silly. Pure silly.

I found myself at a bar recently talking to a man that had just come off a bad first date. Somehow we began talking about our likes/dislikes in a mate and I started ranting about how much I hated the tucked in shirt. He became very defensive. In my drunken stupor I chalked it up to whatever. However then I stepped back and noticed that he in fact was guilty of the offense!! No wonder.

Then I went out with a guy who had the tucked in shirt. We met for a drink. Another internet date. I know, I know. I said I would stop but I get bored. So we went out and he started asking me what my pet peeves were. I wanted to say "The tucked in shirt" but realized I couldn't because he was guilty too.

It doesn't end here. I dated someone who tucked their shirt into their pajamas. It just goes on and on.

I'm not saying it's never appropriate. Sometimes it is. But some men just do it when it doesn't need to be done. When it doesn't look right. I know you want to show off your booty but really. It's not necessary.

Period!

I've been sick for about a week now, it seems I have some virus in my throat. I wonder if Loverboy is infected or not. Who knows but I'm not going to ask.

I was home for 2 days with the illness and I noticed something weird. Watching daytime TV really opens your eyes. So it seems that every other commercial is some birth control commercial that will make you "have 4 periods a year" "have a period once every 10 years" and finally, the worst "no periods anymore! at all!" I'm sorry but something is wrong with this picture. I didn't realize being a woman and getting your period had become such an inconvenience. It's kind of scary. I mean I'm all for the pill but this is just taking it to the extreme. Isn't it NORMAL and part of our biology to have a monthly period? I'm no expert here but I have to say that somehow we are fucking ourselves up by denying our bodies their natural course every month to break down our eggs.

I forgot that being a woman and all, it's so annoying. I mean every month I get this little sign that everything is working ok and hey, i'm not pregnant! hallelujah! I'm not the biggest fan, yes the period is sometimes painful and it is a pain in the ass, but I still like being reminded that I'm still a woman. Are we moving closer to becoming men? I really don't get what is going on here. When did we stop not wanting to be women anymore? We worked so hard for women's lib to just say fuck it, i'll be a man instead. Period? what's that?

It reminds me of that movie out now, which I saw, Children of Men. It's that dark one with Clive Owen where women become infertile. I think that is what's going to happen eventually. We are going to keep messing with our biology until we can't even reproduce anymore. Maybe this is somehow the government's way of population control? It's all extremely bizarre and unsettling to me. Something about it doesn't sit right. Are we prepared to put the maxi pad and tampon industry out of business forever? Someone should warn them.

Recently I was talking to a co-worker and we were reminiscing about the time we first got our periods. I guess the new version of that will be "I remember when I first and last got my period, it was all the same cycle and I haven't had one since now that I'm on this pill".

It's amazing we can stop the reproductive process as we know it but can't cure cancer or aids or our homeless problem or impeach President Bush.

That's all I got to say about that one for now. I'm horrified. I hope I never have to stay home sick again during the week.

Amazing!

I started off last weekends hecticness with a bang, quite literally. ha ha. I had a rendezvous with Mr. New Year's Eve, aka Loverboy. What I don't understand, and excuse me for being a little carrie bradshaw-ish right now, but I don't understand how people function in their everyday lives, go to work, eat breakfast, do ANYTHING when you could be lounging around in bed with someone for 12 hours having an awesome time? I feel like I've been missing out on a whole world these past few years. I'm glad to be back in the loop. I don't know if i'll ever see him again, probably not, but at least I have some really amazing memories. I still can't seem to comprehend why some 24 year old thinks I'm the cat's meow but whatever. It's all good and I'm not complaining.

After my ridiculous day in bed with loverboy, i had to go out to dinner with the bookclub which was something I was looking forward to but was in no shape to attend. So I trudged through it, sans alcohol. It was a good time though and really great to see everyone in a non-work environment.

Sunday was the camp fair in Westchester which wasn't as bad as it sounds. Katie and I put on a good show. And then we had a late lunch/early dinner at Applebees where we discovered that they have some really great birthday songs they sing to customers.

The week itself was pretty blah. I was sick for a good part of it and still recovering. Went to the SCOPE event last night at Stereo. I was excited to finally see Stereo because the one time I tried to get in there, I was denied entrance and wondered what was beyond those velvet ropes. The answer: not a whole lot. I was quite unimpressed. The place was small. I couldn't understand for the life of me why people wait in some ridiculous line on weekends to get in. I kept thinking there had to be another floor, another level we were missing but there wasn't. It was an okay party I guess. Not drinking definitely makes things lose their appeal a bit. But money was raised and kids are going to camp so that's always a plus.

Another weekend is upon us. No surprise visits from loverboy to look forward to. I think i'm going to take it easy this weekend and try to recover from the week, get my health back in order. And go check on my mom, see how she's doing with the shoulder. I wish you all a fabulous weekend!