...If we're gonna do anything, we might as well just fuck.
And let this post serve as my confession. Bless me Bloggees, for I have sinned. That's how it works, right? If I'm the Blogger, you're the Bloggees? It's kinda cute. I like it.
Let me start off by saying that Tee is practically perfect in almost every way. He has his life together, has a good job and a home, is good looking, and treats me wonderfully. I have absolutely no doubt that he cares and wants to keep me around. As you all know, that's not the norm lately. But, because of the douche-balls I've been associated with lately, I now have some trust issues and, for some reason I kind of freak out and clam up when someone really cares. Although, in my defense, my confession was something I thought about before Tee joined the story. Gah. Okay.
You also already know that Soldier and I have been on pretty good terms lately. What you don't know (but probably figured out by now) is that Soldier and I have been on very good terms recently. VERY good terms.
One night while my roommies were on vacation, Soldier checked in to make sure I wasn't holing myself up at home alone. Shit. Did I already write about this? Oh well. I told him I'd successfully gotten out, but that I had some decent beer and an empty house if he was bored. He came over, we hung out a little, then I put a movie on. We were at separate ends of the couch, but my dog was laying down in front of my seat, so I couldn't put the...footrest(?) up, so I was stretched out toward Soldier. He must have been pretty not-sober; he asked if I wanted a foot massage. I told him that actually my calves were hurting, so he rubbed them. After a while he asked if I wanted to cuddle, and I told him I don't turn cuddling down. Then we both fell asleep. Eventually I woke up and told him that he absolutely didn't have to come with me, but that we had extra rooms so he might as well go to bed. He declined, but did stay the night. The next morning I made breakfast, which he didn't have, but he did stay for some coffee.
After that, it came up (hehe) again during that same home-alone time. I'm not sure how the conversation went, but it turned...ahem...explicit. Next thing I knew, Soldier said he was on his way over. I missed him, we "mesh" well.
Here comes the bad part: I went to see Soldier again after I'd been out with Tee. Believe me, I know it's terrible. I'd had a lot of fun with him, it was a great day. But I went to see Soldier anyway. He'd expected me to stay the night, but I guess I just used him. I've mentioned before that it sometimes concerns me the person I'm becoming.
On the other hand, look at the world today. Riots in Europe, planes vanishing and being shot down, Ebola and mass kidnappings in Africa...and that's only the stuff that makes the headlines. And you know what? It scares the damn hell out of me. So part of me thinks I should just take the time to have fun. Be a little crazy, even if I might be kind of late.
Tee is a safe bet. And I'm not getting any younger. And I do like him and greatly appreciate the way he treats me. But would I decline another visit with Soldier? I don't know. My thoughts are kind of divided between the two men.
I'm sure the Girlfriend card is pretty inevitable with Tee. Again, it's a smart, decent choice. And then I'll really have to let go of Soldier, at least physically. And I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
Now, let's laugh! Remember the last exchange with Van Gogh? As a reminder: he tried to talk to me, I told him I was tired of all the drama, he called me a bitch. That was...geez, maybe 2 or so months ago. Well, he sent me an email today. It had no message. The subject was: "I remember this girl...she was beautiful" HA. HAHA. After flailing with bewilderment, I came up with another killer response.
"And then she was a bitch. The end."
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
Miss Independence
'Murica.
I'm sorry my lovelies, I've been neglecting you. I'm really not exactly sure when I started having a life, but it's there now. So. Let's get back into it. Fourth of July (long) weekend.
That Thursday (July 3), my boss told me to leave early since I'd stayed late earlier that week. Normally that would be exciting. Since Child ditched me (or himself, however you'd like to look at it), I was kind of bummed and feeling like I'd just end up sitting around being lame. A friend of mine was in town (a wonderful, wonderful guy) so I asked what he was up to and we made plans with another couple (of friends...I don't really know how to say that. They're mutual friends of ours, but they're also a couple. Mmhmm. I think I just confused myself more.) We went to a brewery and then the couple (of friends teehee) called it a night (she'd just come back from Europe so that was fair). The friend and I went to another bar and met up with some other friends; we ended up at a beach house that belongs to one of the guy's parents. Oh, I suppose he warrants a name. Waiter. There. Cuz he's a waiter...get it?! Course you do ;)
There was a nice sized group at the beach house until, maybe around 4, people started talking about leaving. It didn't occur to me what time it was, and I wasn't quite ready to end the night, so I declined when my friend asked if I wanted to go.
After the rush, there were 4 of us left: myself, Waiter, Cook, and Air (I'll explain that one later). Waiter and Air had to go pick something up off the yacht (oh, did I mention that Waiter's parents are loaded and have a 55 foot yacht? Well, yeah.), so for a while it was just Cook and I sitting out by the fire. (Right...this needs explanation. It was on the deck overlooking the beach, with one of those electric fires so everything was nice and cozy). Apparently there was a little too much ambiance, because Cook tried to kiss me. It would have been really smooth if I'd let him, but I was very caught off guard, and not exactly interested. It was awkward.
When the others returned, Waiter gave me his shirt so we could all go in the hot tub. Well, no, it was really more of an obnoxiously patriotic tank top. It allowed me to lounge around in the warmth, so I wasn't going to complain. After a while we all got out, and I started to get very cold (shocker!). Waiter (I hope I'm remembering this wrong, because it doesn't make any sense at all) didn't believe me, and told me to go down to the water and bring up mud (or wet sand, since it's not really muddish). I finally agreed, with the stipulation that he go with me. (Oh, did I mention that Waiter is also incredibly attractive? And tall? Well, yeah.)
He agreed and we ran down the beach to the water. It was really kind of a silly trip; we walked a bit, had a 15ish minute discussion on whether we were looking at a heron or a crane, and joked around. When I got cold, Waiter wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, but that was it.
Before I knew it, the sun was up. We were still running around on the beach, but I was getting really cold again. The two of us got back into the hot tub; the others had gone to sleep. Again, it was innocent, and just fun. I do slightly regret not watching the sunrise on the beach. Oh well, maybe I'll get another chance.
I finally went to sleep at 7:30 in the morning.
4th of July was celebrated at my parent's best friend's pool party. I had been looking forward to it because I knew Tee would be there. Tee is the guy who piqued my interest from the previous weekend's birthday party, and I had actually seen him the night before at the brewery. I was having a good time just hanging out and chatting with him.
Not too long after I had been at the party, I got a message from Waiter. He said his friend Air had been interested in me the night before and invited me to hang out with them at the beach. I said I'd probably come out and meet them a bit later, and I had every intention to. In the evening I asked if they were going to watch the fireworks, and Waiter said they'd go out on the boat and seemed to give an invitation, but I didn't hear anything else.
I ended up inviting Tee out for the fireworks. We sat on a grassy knoll and watched them. It was kind of a madhouse with all the cars leaving afterwards, so we just sat and hung out...for like 3 hours. It was fun, and at the end of the night he suggested we hang out again. I agreed.
The next day, I got a message from Air that he was bored and asked if I wanted to come hang out again at the beach house. Not really doing anything, I agreed. It was a beautiful view, after all, and a great day. We hung out; I found out he's a performer for our state's NBA team. It was a fun time. Later on, I hung out with Tee again. And the day after, he and I took a walk on the beach.
That was the day I got the text from Child, when I let him know that he'd really messed up.
As you can see, the weekend that I thought would consist of me lazing around at home alone turned into something so much better. So I guess Child's douchery was a blessing in disguise.
It's been a non-stop adventure since then.
I'm sorry my lovelies, I've been neglecting you. I'm really not exactly sure when I started having a life, but it's there now. So. Let's get back into it. Fourth of July (long) weekend.
That Thursday (July 3), my boss told me to leave early since I'd stayed late earlier that week. Normally that would be exciting. Since Child ditched me (or himself, however you'd like to look at it), I was kind of bummed and feeling like I'd just end up sitting around being lame. A friend of mine was in town (a wonderful, wonderful guy) so I asked what he was up to and we made plans with another couple (of friends...I don't really know how to say that. They're mutual friends of ours, but they're also a couple. Mmhmm. I think I just confused myself more.) We went to a brewery and then the couple (of friends teehee) called it a night (she'd just come back from Europe so that was fair). The friend and I went to another bar and met up with some other friends; we ended up at a beach house that belongs to one of the guy's parents. Oh, I suppose he warrants a name. Waiter. There. Cuz he's a waiter...get it?! Course you do ;)
There was a nice sized group at the beach house until, maybe around 4, people started talking about leaving. It didn't occur to me what time it was, and I wasn't quite ready to end the night, so I declined when my friend asked if I wanted to go.
After the rush, there were 4 of us left: myself, Waiter, Cook, and Air (I'll explain that one later). Waiter and Air had to go pick something up off the yacht (oh, did I mention that Waiter's parents are loaded and have a 55 foot yacht? Well, yeah.), so for a while it was just Cook and I sitting out by the fire. (Right...this needs explanation. It was on the deck overlooking the beach, with one of those electric fires so everything was nice and cozy). Apparently there was a little too much ambiance, because Cook tried to kiss me. It would have been really smooth if I'd let him, but I was very caught off guard, and not exactly interested. It was awkward.
When the others returned, Waiter gave me his shirt so we could all go in the hot tub. Well, no, it was really more of an obnoxiously patriotic tank top. It allowed me to lounge around in the warmth, so I wasn't going to complain. After a while we all got out, and I started to get very cold (shocker!). Waiter (I hope I'm remembering this wrong, because it doesn't make any sense at all) didn't believe me, and told me to go down to the water and bring up mud (or wet sand, since it's not really muddish). I finally agreed, with the stipulation that he go with me. (Oh, did I mention that Waiter is also incredibly attractive? And tall? Well, yeah.)
He agreed and we ran down the beach to the water. It was really kind of a silly trip; we walked a bit, had a 15ish minute discussion on whether we were looking at a heron or a crane, and joked around. When I got cold, Waiter wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, but that was it.
Before I knew it, the sun was up. We were still running around on the beach, but I was getting really cold again. The two of us got back into the hot tub; the others had gone to sleep. Again, it was innocent, and just fun. I do slightly regret not watching the sunrise on the beach. Oh well, maybe I'll get another chance.
I finally went to sleep at 7:30 in the morning.
4th of July was celebrated at my parent's best friend's pool party. I had been looking forward to it because I knew Tee would be there. Tee is the guy who piqued my interest from the previous weekend's birthday party, and I had actually seen him the night before at the brewery. I was having a good time just hanging out and chatting with him.
Not too long after I had been at the party, I got a message from Waiter. He said his friend Air had been interested in me the night before and invited me to hang out with them at the beach. I said I'd probably come out and meet them a bit later, and I had every intention to. In the evening I asked if they were going to watch the fireworks, and Waiter said they'd go out on the boat and seemed to give an invitation, but I didn't hear anything else.
I ended up inviting Tee out for the fireworks. We sat on a grassy knoll and watched them. It was kind of a madhouse with all the cars leaving afterwards, so we just sat and hung out...for like 3 hours. It was fun, and at the end of the night he suggested we hang out again. I agreed.
The next day, I got a message from Air that he was bored and asked if I wanted to come hang out again at the beach house. Not really doing anything, I agreed. It was a beautiful view, after all, and a great day. We hung out; I found out he's a performer for our state's NBA team. It was a fun time. Later on, I hung out with Tee again. And the day after, he and I took a walk on the beach.
That was the day I got the text from Child, when I let him know that he'd really messed up.
As you can see, the weekend that I thought would consist of me lazing around at home alone turned into something so much better. So I guess Child's douchery was a blessing in disguise.
It's been a non-stop adventure since then.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Consequences
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
For an update on the Child, we have to do some time traveling. I was supposed to see him before I left for the trip. I saw him over the weekend, and we'd talked about getting lunch during the week. He had class in town on Mondays, so I was assuming that's when we'd get together. The sun rose and set on Monday and I heard nothing from Child. Tuesday? Silence. Wednesday? Crickets.
I woke up in the middle of the night on Wednesday, and was exceedingly frustrated. I sent him a text and he told me he missed me. He didn't have to work the next day, so I asked if he'd be willing to come in and have lunch with me. He agreed and asked when; I suggested a time and offered to go a restaurant closer to him.
When I woke up the next morning I found that he hadn't answered my text. I packed lunch just in case and, when the proposed meeting time passed, I ate at my desk. I was a little disappointed, but not excessively surprised. I mean, it's easy to see he's not the most mature one out there. I really think he's just that used to getting his way. So my disappointment was overshadowed by my impatience for that childish shit.
Well, I went about my trip and focused on having fun. I did think about Child every once in a while, but nothing too serious. Then, one evening, I got a text from Child. He said that he missed me. Unsure of what to say, I just replied, "Oh really?" He said that he'd been thinking a lot about the two of us and that he'd be lucky to be with me.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt...if I was pseudo-dating someone and they went on a road trip with an ex, I would not be a happy camper. At the same time, though, I was a tad wary. But we talked a little bit.
You've already heard the story of my disastrous journey home and how I was basically a zombie. The part I skipped was on Monday, when I was on my way to the training. I left work early for the drive (it was about 3 hours), and called Child to see if he wanted to hang out a bit when I went through his city. He first said yes, then told me he forgot he had an appointment to look at an apartment. I got crabby and pouty because I was overly tired and wanted to see him. (Man I'm dumb!) He called back shortly after and said the people he was supposed to meet weren't there, so we went out to eat. I should have just driven straight through to the hotel and slept; I was just tired and whiny. Plus, it just made the next two days in training an absolute hell. But that's beside the point.
We talked about getting together again, and I sent him a text one night telling him I missed him. So we decided I'd go in to see him that Saturday for a while. I had to go in to his city anyway, so it worked. He said he'd be up by noon, and I told him to text me when he got up and I'd start the drive. I waited and waited and didn't hear anything. I finally got a text at like 2, when he had to work at 4:30. I still stopped to see him, but I was thoroughly annoyed. (But also still tired and whiny.)
I started to bring up his behavior. I told him how he had a habit of not following through with things he said he would do. How he really even didn't have a conversation with me when we weren't together, other than to tell me he wanted to see me. He said it'd get better, that we'd talk more and (since we both had the following Friday off) that I should come in on Thursday night and we could spend Thursday and all day Friday together. I asked if he meant it this time, and he said that it really would.
He did text me that evening to chat a bit.
Interruption: I was clearly becoming disenchanted with the Child and the way he was treating me. We all know this means it became open season for me. I went to the family party and there was a guy there that piqued my interest. I'd met him before, but something was more striking this time. And after the party, I went to see Jonathan, who was in town. Good God, why doesn't somebody slap me for continuing to see him?! It never ends well. But those two started to fill the cracks that were forming in the "relationship" between Child and I.
After that day (Saturday) I didn't really hear anything from him. Finally, on Wednesday afternoon, I sent him a text and asked if I was still supposed to go see him the next day. Hours later, he told me he was considering going up to the northern part of the state. I.was.livid. Li-vid. He asked what I was doing for the extended weekend, and I told him I had planned on seeing him. He simply said "yeah" and, with that word, I was kind of done.
On Sunday afternoon, he said hi and asked what I was doing; I was on my way to the beach. Next came the familiar "I miss u" and my single word reply: "Bull." Then it became the old back and forth: I want to see you, how can I make it up to you, I don't know what you want from me, etc. I asked why I should make the effort when he had no interest in seeing me when he had the chance, told him I wasn't sure how he could make it up since he'd broken my trust, and pointed out that I actually had spelled out quite clearly what I'd wanted from him. He asked what he could do, and I said he could start with actually talking to me, and keeping his word.
Nothing has really changed. I'll hear from him every few days telling me I should come see him. The latest was this past Friday; he sent me a text just after midnight, saying I should make the hour drive to his apartment. I simply said, "It's too late."
So very late, in so very many ways.
For an update on the Child, we have to do some time traveling. I was supposed to see him before I left for the trip. I saw him over the weekend, and we'd talked about getting lunch during the week. He had class in town on Mondays, so I was assuming that's when we'd get together. The sun rose and set on Monday and I heard nothing from Child. Tuesday? Silence. Wednesday? Crickets.
I woke up in the middle of the night on Wednesday, and was exceedingly frustrated. I sent him a text and he told me he missed me. He didn't have to work the next day, so I asked if he'd be willing to come in and have lunch with me. He agreed and asked when; I suggested a time and offered to go a restaurant closer to him.
When I woke up the next morning I found that he hadn't answered my text. I packed lunch just in case and, when the proposed meeting time passed, I ate at my desk. I was a little disappointed, but not excessively surprised. I mean, it's easy to see he's not the most mature one out there. I really think he's just that used to getting his way. So my disappointment was overshadowed by my impatience for that childish shit.
Well, I went about my trip and focused on having fun. I did think about Child every once in a while, but nothing too serious. Then, one evening, I got a text from Child. He said that he missed me. Unsure of what to say, I just replied, "Oh really?" He said that he'd been thinking a lot about the two of us and that he'd be lucky to be with me.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt...if I was pseudo-dating someone and they went on a road trip with an ex, I would not be a happy camper. At the same time, though, I was a tad wary. But we talked a little bit.
You've already heard the story of my disastrous journey home and how I was basically a zombie. The part I skipped was on Monday, when I was on my way to the training. I left work early for the drive (it was about 3 hours), and called Child to see if he wanted to hang out a bit when I went through his city. He first said yes, then told me he forgot he had an appointment to look at an apartment. I got crabby and pouty because I was overly tired and wanted to see him. (Man I'm dumb!) He called back shortly after and said the people he was supposed to meet weren't there, so we went out to eat. I should have just driven straight through to the hotel and slept; I was just tired and whiny. Plus, it just made the next two days in training an absolute hell. But that's beside the point.
We talked about getting together again, and I sent him a text one night telling him I missed him. So we decided I'd go in to see him that Saturday for a while. I had to go in to his city anyway, so it worked. He said he'd be up by noon, and I told him to text me when he got up and I'd start the drive. I waited and waited and didn't hear anything. I finally got a text at like 2, when he had to work at 4:30. I still stopped to see him, but I was thoroughly annoyed. (But also still tired and whiny.)
I started to bring up his behavior. I told him how he had a habit of not following through with things he said he would do. How he really even didn't have a conversation with me when we weren't together, other than to tell me he wanted to see me. He said it'd get better, that we'd talk more and (since we both had the following Friday off) that I should come in on Thursday night and we could spend Thursday and all day Friday together. I asked if he meant it this time, and he said that it really would.
He did text me that evening to chat a bit.
Interruption: I was clearly becoming disenchanted with the Child and the way he was treating me. We all know this means it became open season for me. I went to the family party and there was a guy there that piqued my interest. I'd met him before, but something was more striking this time. And after the party, I went to see Jonathan, who was in town. Good God, why doesn't somebody slap me for continuing to see him?! It never ends well. But those two started to fill the cracks that were forming in the "relationship" between Child and I.
After that day (Saturday) I didn't really hear anything from him. Finally, on Wednesday afternoon, I sent him a text and asked if I was still supposed to go see him the next day. Hours later, he told me he was considering going up to the northern part of the state. I.was.livid. Li-vid. He asked what I was doing for the extended weekend, and I told him I had planned on seeing him. He simply said "yeah" and, with that word, I was kind of done.
On Sunday afternoon, he said hi and asked what I was doing; I was on my way to the beach. Next came the familiar "I miss u" and my single word reply: "Bull." Then it became the old back and forth: I want to see you, how can I make it up to you, I don't know what you want from me, etc. I asked why I should make the effort when he had no interest in seeing me when he had the chance, told him I wasn't sure how he could make it up since he'd broken my trust, and pointed out that I actually had spelled out quite clearly what I'd wanted from him. He asked what he could do, and I said he could start with actually talking to me, and keeping his word.
Nothing has really changed. I'll hear from him every few days telling me I should come see him. The latest was this past Friday; he sent me a text just after midnight, saying I should make the hour drive to his apartment. I simply said, "It's too late."
So very late, in so very many ways.
Monday, July 7, 2014
2200 Miles to LA (Part 3)
You can't hide from yourself
I'm really making this harder on myself; I'm having adventures way faster than sending them out to you all. I'm okay with it though...apparently I've finally gotten it through my head that things are way more fun when they're spontaneous and random. Moving right along.
When we last saw our heroine (that's me!), there was a small hope of a romantic reunion.
The next day (we're on Wednesday now), was pretty low key. My sister was *under the weather* and stayed in bed all day, so eventually her friend and I went for pedicures.
Later that night, my brother in law took us for a very fancy dinner. It was fantastic, delicious, and fun. On the way home, drunk and laughing, I sent Soldier a text asking what they were up to. He didn't answer.
The next morning we went on the WB tour. It was a ton of fun! Unfortunately, I go to LA at the worst times...so almost nothing was filming, and I did not see celebrities. Worse than that, I did not see Henry Cavill, make him fall in love with me, and live happily ever after. I just have the worst luck. Actually, we may have seen Miley Cyrus, but we weren't very interested in finding out for sure.
The rest of the day was kind of lazy again, and when we got home from dinner, I was starting to feel kind of crappy. My sister had mentioned going out but then decided she didn't want to, so I was frustrated, and allergies were kicking in. Allergy Face basically makes me feel like I want to cry about everything. Finally I went for a run by myself, wandering around the neighborhoods. Soldier texted me back and told me what they'd done the night before. I told him it didn't matter at that point.
The boys had talked about coming to the gig on Friday night, and my sister was pretty adamant about them showing up. Of course, they didn't. I'm not sure if it was Thursday or Friday, but I finally sent him a text and asked if I was supposed to go to the wedding with him; that the bride had assumed I was. He said he wasn't planning on it, but if I wanted to go he could make "reasonable accommodations." It hurt my feelings and bruised my ego a little bit, and I said it was fine. I also said he might not want to tell people he'd make accommodations, as it sounds rude and unwelcoming. After that I told him he was an idiot, and I think I ruined the friendliness that had been growing.
As sad as I was about not getting to go to the wedding, the next day redeemed it. I was super hungover, but got up in time to go for a ride on a band member's Ducati. We traveled up through the Santa Monica mountains and down to the PCH. We stopped for a drink and a quick look at the beach (believe it or not, it's the first time I've seen surfers in person!)...it ended up being about 100 miles. It was a ton of fun, but my arms ended up being so freaking sore! Oh well, I looked (and felt) like a damn badass.
Saturday was the last gig night, but I wasn't planning on staying long. I still had to pack, and the entire next day would be spent flying. But then...I got there. And had a lot of fun. And made some new friends.
I had actually met one of them the previous night, and he came back out to hang. (He may or may not have been a drug dealer). Another shared a beer with me, but then flitted off to another girl. I started flirting with one of the bartenders (who, fun fact, does BMX stuff), and then there was a 4th who told me how smitten he was (I found out later he has a beautiful girlfriend. Cheater Pants). I exchanged numbers with the maybe drug dealer, the hot bartender/BMX guy, and Cheater Pants. I still chat with them a bit.
So we didn't get back to my sister's house till like 330 in the morning. I remember looking at the clock and thinking, "oh fuck, I have to get up in like 2 hours."
So, I got up about 2 hours later, but flying is not my thing right now. The first flight was delayed for a mechanical issue (despite being a brand-fucking-new plane). I missed my connection, but my mom is a rockstar and rebooked me before I even made it to the ground.
But then that flight was delayed. So, I should have flown into my hometown around 7...I got into an airport an hour away from home at about 2230. I wasn't the happiest girl in the world. However, I made it safely and I got to sleep in my own bed with some good memories.
Well, my friends, that brings me back home. I'm kinda slowly catching up to the present day. But I promise, the best is yet to come ;)
I'm really making this harder on myself; I'm having adventures way faster than sending them out to you all. I'm okay with it though...apparently I've finally gotten it through my head that things are way more fun when they're spontaneous and random. Moving right along.
When we last saw our heroine (that's me!), there was a small hope of a romantic reunion.
The next day (we're on Wednesday now), was pretty low key. My sister was *under the weather* and stayed in bed all day, so eventually her friend and I went for pedicures.
Later that night, my brother in law took us for a very fancy dinner. It was fantastic, delicious, and fun. On the way home, drunk and laughing, I sent Soldier a text asking what they were up to. He didn't answer.
The next morning we went on the WB tour. It was a ton of fun! Unfortunately, I go to LA at the worst times...so almost nothing was filming, and I did not see celebrities. Worse than that, I did not see Henry Cavill, make him fall in love with me, and live happily ever after. I just have the worst luck. Actually, we may have seen Miley Cyrus, but we weren't very interested in finding out for sure.
The rest of the day was kind of lazy again, and when we got home from dinner, I was starting to feel kind of crappy. My sister had mentioned going out but then decided she didn't want to, so I was frustrated, and allergies were kicking in. Allergy Face basically makes me feel like I want to cry about everything. Finally I went for a run by myself, wandering around the neighborhoods. Soldier texted me back and told me what they'd done the night before. I told him it didn't matter at that point.
The boys had talked about coming to the gig on Friday night, and my sister was pretty adamant about them showing up. Of course, they didn't. I'm not sure if it was Thursday or Friday, but I finally sent him a text and asked if I was supposed to go to the wedding with him; that the bride had assumed I was. He said he wasn't planning on it, but if I wanted to go he could make "reasonable accommodations." It hurt my feelings and bruised my ego a little bit, and I said it was fine. I also said he might not want to tell people he'd make accommodations, as it sounds rude and unwelcoming. After that I told him he was an idiot, and I think I ruined the friendliness that had been growing.
As sad as I was about not getting to go to the wedding, the next day redeemed it. I was super hungover, but got up in time to go for a ride on a band member's Ducati. We traveled up through the Santa Monica mountains and down to the PCH. We stopped for a drink and a quick look at the beach (believe it or not, it's the first time I've seen surfers in person!)...it ended up being about 100 miles. It was a ton of fun, but my arms ended up being so freaking sore! Oh well, I looked (and felt) like a damn badass.
Saturday was the last gig night, but I wasn't planning on staying long. I still had to pack, and the entire next day would be spent flying. But then...I got there. And had a lot of fun. And made some new friends.
I had actually met one of them the previous night, and he came back out to hang. (He may or may not have been a drug dealer). Another shared a beer with me, but then flitted off to another girl. I started flirting with one of the bartenders (who, fun fact, does BMX stuff), and then there was a 4th who told me how smitten he was (I found out later he has a beautiful girlfriend. Cheater Pants). I exchanged numbers with the maybe drug dealer, the hot bartender/BMX guy, and Cheater Pants. I still chat with them a bit.
So we didn't get back to my sister's house till like 330 in the morning. I remember looking at the clock and thinking, "oh fuck, I have to get up in like 2 hours."
So, I got up about 2 hours later, but flying is not my thing right now. The first flight was delayed for a mechanical issue (despite being a brand-fucking-new plane). I missed my connection, but my mom is a rockstar and rebooked me before I even made it to the ground.
But then that flight was delayed. So, I should have flown into my hometown around 7...I got into an airport an hour away from home at about 2230. I wasn't the happiest girl in the world. However, I made it safely and I got to sleep in my own bed with some good memories.
Well, my friends, that brings me back home. I'm kinda slowly catching up to the present day. But I promise, the best is yet to come ;)
Thursday, July 3, 2014
2200 Miles to LA (Part 2)
California dreamin
I'm really not sure how I got ready in time to go to the gig, let alone look decent. But, somehow, I did. It wasn't a swanky place, but it was fun. I got to see one of the band members I hadn't seen in a long time, and met the other for the first time. Somewhere during the set, they decided I should sing with my sister. I got up and sang backup for her for Lorde's "Royals." Except it was different; they played up the drums and it had a really rock feel. It. Was. Amazing. It's not like anything I've done before; it was empowering and I felt like a badass.
The next day they had another gig, but I was feeling a bit rough. It also didn't help that it was during the day, but we still had fun and I got a lot of dancing in. By the end of the day, though, I was exhausted.
Monday was a lazy day by the pool. We were just hanging out in the evening when I got a text from Soldier. He asked if I wanted to go to Six Flags (or, as I'm told the locals call it, Magic Mountain) the next day. I thought about it for a few minutes, not sure how it would affect my legs. Then I had a moment of "fuck it, why are you even thinking about it?" and told him that it sounded fun. This was also a good opportunity for me...I'd found a stowaway in my bag: his bow tie...I saw this as a good sign. I bought my ticket online and got to bed so I could get enough sleep.
The next morning we were supposed to meet at 9:30 at the bride's house. The boys were running late, so they changed it to 10. So, I got there at 10 and they were still running late. The good news was that the bride was really cool. This was especially nice since I ended up spending about 40 minutes, just the two of us. At one point we were talking about the wedding and she said "You're coming right? As [Soldier's] date?" I had a combination of surprise and elation, but I'm apparently really good at hiding my feelings. I played cool and said that I assumed not; that he hadn't said anything about it. I apologized to her for the way I acted when we first got there to drop C and K off and I told her that it was weird for me. She kind of shrugged it off and told me that she'd originally thought I was Soldier's girlfriend. Good God, how is he so blind to something the entire rest of the universe sees plain as day?! What an idiot. A wonderful, stupid idiot.
The boys eventually got there and we sat around for a few minutes. I pulled out his bow tie and he played around with it; I tightened it to see if it would fit. It did and I told him I'd considered putting it on and sending him some pictures. It was just a silly, fun thing.
The park was a ton of fun. The coasters were insane, and Soldier was flirty again. The guys asked if my sister could get them some...candy...so that was the mission after the park. Well, after a quick stop to get supplies for beer pong. We went back to my sister's and hung out for a bit and had some candy. Then we went back to the bride's to play some beer pong. I did horribly, but Soldier didn't seem to mind. Really, there were a couple of times where I had to consciously stop and remind myself that we weren't together. We also chatted with the father of the bride for a while; he was really nice. When they dropped me off, I had been sitting in the back seat and there was kind of a lot going on...so I just left. I barely said goodbye.
My sister and her friend were still up when I got home, so I hung out with them. I finally went to bed at like 3:30 in the morning, not really sure how to feel about the whole day.
Stay tuned for what happens next!
I'm really not sure how I got ready in time to go to the gig, let alone look decent. But, somehow, I did. It wasn't a swanky place, but it was fun. I got to see one of the band members I hadn't seen in a long time, and met the other for the first time. Somewhere during the set, they decided I should sing with my sister. I got up and sang backup for her for Lorde's "Royals." Except it was different; they played up the drums and it had a really rock feel. It. Was. Amazing. It's not like anything I've done before; it was empowering and I felt like a badass.
The next day they had another gig, but I was feeling a bit rough. It also didn't help that it was during the day, but we still had fun and I got a lot of dancing in. By the end of the day, though, I was exhausted.
Monday was a lazy day by the pool. We were just hanging out in the evening when I got a text from Soldier. He asked if I wanted to go to Six Flags (or, as I'm told the locals call it, Magic Mountain) the next day. I thought about it for a few minutes, not sure how it would affect my legs. Then I had a moment of "fuck it, why are you even thinking about it?" and told him that it sounded fun. This was also a good opportunity for me...I'd found a stowaway in my bag: his bow tie...I saw this as a good sign. I bought my ticket online and got to bed so I could get enough sleep.
The next morning we were supposed to meet at 9:30 at the bride's house. The boys were running late, so they changed it to 10. So, I got there at 10 and they were still running late. The good news was that the bride was really cool. This was especially nice since I ended up spending about 40 minutes, just the two of us. At one point we were talking about the wedding and she said "You're coming right? As [Soldier's] date?" I had a combination of surprise and elation, but I'm apparently really good at hiding my feelings. I played cool and said that I assumed not; that he hadn't said anything about it. I apologized to her for the way I acted when we first got there to drop C and K off and I told her that it was weird for me. She kind of shrugged it off and told me that she'd originally thought I was Soldier's girlfriend. Good God, how is he so blind to something the entire rest of the universe sees plain as day?! What an idiot. A wonderful, stupid idiot.
The boys eventually got there and we sat around for a few minutes. I pulled out his bow tie and he played around with it; I tightened it to see if it would fit. It did and I told him I'd considered putting it on and sending him some pictures. It was just a silly, fun thing.
The park was a ton of fun. The coasters were insane, and Soldier was flirty again. The guys asked if my sister could get them some...candy...so that was the mission after the park. Well, after a quick stop to get supplies for beer pong. We went back to my sister's and hung out for a bit and had some candy. Then we went back to the bride's to play some beer pong. I did horribly, but Soldier didn't seem to mind. Really, there were a couple of times where I had to consciously stop and remind myself that we weren't together. We also chatted with the father of the bride for a while; he was really nice. When they dropped me off, I had been sitting in the back seat and there was kind of a lot going on...so I just left. I barely said goodbye.
My sister and her friend were still up when I got home, so I hung out with them. I finally went to bed at like 3:30 in the morning, not really sure how to feel about the whole day.
Stay tuned for what happens next!
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