Back to the City of Lights
Today's the day I head back to Paris! I'm excited, but nervous. Okay, at this point I tried to find a clip for you all of an older SNL skit where Zac Efron was going off to college and realized that he learned nothing of value for the real world. It was a parody of the High School Musical series and in it he talks about how he sang a song called "Nervous but Excited" and nobody joined in. It's really funny, so if you can find it, more power to you. I couldn't. Lame-o.
Once I get to Paris, I have to get a taxi and make it to my sister's house. This shouldn't be a huge problem, but I'm super anxious about having to use French. I'm still not very good, and it's worse when I'm trying to understand someone.
Then, my biggest hurdle will be (if my bro-in-law doesn't want to go do all the stuff with me) forcing myself out of the house to adventure on my own. As much as I don't like people and crowds, I don't like doing stuff on my own unless it's familiar. Wow, I'm a bit of a basket case, n'est-ce pas? (Okay, Google translate is telling me that phrase isn't quite what I want, but I'm pretty sure it is. Worst case scenario, I look like a dumb American. Everyone needs to be humbled every once in a while.)
So. On the books is Giverny to see Monet's house and gardens...and that's about it. Everything else is up in the air. I have some ideas but nothing concrete. That might be fun, except, again, I just have to make myself do it. I'm even bringing running shoes for the park near their house. We'll see how much my legs hate me.
Anyway...whatever happens, happens; c'est la vie; what doesn't kill you makes you stronger; etc. etc.
Next! Without even having this trip out of the way, I've got the next one planned. I made a joke about going to Vegas for my birthday. Some of Tee's family have birthdays around the same time, so a few of us are going. Simple as that. We got a good deal, and my birthday is on a Friday, so we can have lots of fun. We're staying at the Venetian, which looks lovely. I suppose that's all I've got for now.
Wish me luck in Paris! (As wonderful as Tee is, I'm still crossing my fingers to meet Henry Cavill. What can I say...a girl can dream!)
Be good, my lovelies...and if you can't be good, be good at it!
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
The Bubble
Life must be easy when you ignore the rest of the world.
Let's get to it then. I can't remember if I've mentioned Richard Cranium (RC) since the reboot. So, if I have, you get another gentle reminder.
A few years ago, I ruined a relationship because I thought that RC wasn't interested in anything more than friendship. Silly, silly me. My boyfriend didn't trust him, I didn't think my boyfriend should tell me who I could and couldn't be friends with, we broke up. As it turns out, RC was not simply interested in friendship. But shortly afterwards, he moved to one of the most God-forsaken places on the planet: Alabama (cue the shudder).
Somehow he convinced me to come visit him. I think I convinced myself it was a good idea because 1. I was due for a vacation, 2. I'd never been there, and 3. it would be warmer. 1. That did not qualify as a vacation, 2. I wish I'd never been there, and 3. it wasn't. I flew out there, he didn't have any money (no exaggeration...he sat at the airport bar waiting to pick me up and I had to pay the tab), and he was just kind of a jerk the whole time. He wanted to spend the entire time drinking (also no exaggeration...he would start to pull out a bottle of liquor as soon as he woke up), was fine with spending all of my money, and had no concept for anything but what he wanted.
In the end, I had a seriously terrible time and he owed me $400.
The next time he came home to visit, he wanted to see me. But he'd brought a girl home with him for half of the trip, so I didn't jump at the offer. I did ask for the money though. He didn't appreciate that, and I'm sure he called me many unkind names, I don't remember anymore. It does sound like something he'd do, though. So I didn't see him, and I didn't get the money.
Not too long ago, he told me he would be visiting and we should catch up. He had a girlfriend, I figured it'd been long enough, and I had a tiny glimmer of hope that I might get my $400.
But I also wasn't going out of my way to see him, which really became apparent when I wasn't feeling well but he thought I should just drop everything and drive half an hour to see him. I repeatedly told him why I didn't want to (it was getting late, I didn't feel well, I had to work the next day, etc, etc.) and he just kept pushing, oblivious to everything I said. He finally let up after he called and I got quite upset and had to explain the whole autoimmune thing. Which is always a ton of fun.
He tried again a few more times, but I was out of town with Tee. Finally I told him we could hang out, and suggested getting a drink after work. He then told me he wasn't allowed at bars. While visiting, he got in a drunken bar fight. He called to "explain" things to me. He was in a bar fight (I don't know the details)...he broke up with the girlfriend that night and apparently got a domestic violence charge for shoving her away from him. Then he said that he was trying to get his golf clubs out the trunk of her car and she wouldn't give them up, so he threatened to break her windshield wiper. And then, he did, so he got another charge for that. He was then placed on a tether because he lives out of town and was considered a flight risk.
I'll admit that I felt kind of bad for him, solely because he just makes things so difficult for himself. Earnestly, I told him we could figure out something to do for the next day.
The next day, after a short conversation, he told me he missed me. You've probably guessed by now that I talk to myself a lot, and I don't keep my feelings hidden well. So, as I'm sitting at work, my facial expression, gestures, and words ranged between disbelief, amusement, and annoyance. I asked if he had meant to send the text elsewhere, to which he replied negatively. He added a winky-smiley-face. I may have thrown up in my mouth a little. I almost couldn't believe he was trying to pull this crap. So I made a joke about how he must really have been bored the past few days. He apparently felt the need to explain himself and told me I'm one of the few girls he still talks to that he hasn't known since he was little; I reminded him that he has known me that long. Then he tried to spin it, pointing out that a lot of romantic movies have the leads knowing each other from childhood. Oh, gag. I told him I didn't put much stock into those movies, and he told me he's a huge romantic. (He must have been referring to the time Alabama when we stopped to get snacks and he got me a rose. From a gas station. With my money. Soooo romantic.)
Next he asked me to let him take me to a movie. I was done with it. I asked if he knew I was seeing someone. He did. I cut right to the chase: "So you know that's not going to happen, right?" He feigned innocence: "What? A movie with a friend?" I pointed out that he'd just been talking about romance, and he said it was just a joke. I ignored his calls and texts, then later told him I was just in for the night.
Today, he texted and asked if I'd be able to give him a ride to the airport. Nope. I work. Like an adult. I asked how court went; his parents shelled out a bunch of money to settle and get the charges off his record. No wonder he's a man-child; they keep bailing him out and paying off his debts to society. Too bad my $400 isn't on that list.
Let's get to it then. I can't remember if I've mentioned Richard Cranium (RC) since the reboot. So, if I have, you get another gentle reminder.
A few years ago, I ruined a relationship because I thought that RC wasn't interested in anything more than friendship. Silly, silly me. My boyfriend didn't trust him, I didn't think my boyfriend should tell me who I could and couldn't be friends with, we broke up. As it turns out, RC was not simply interested in friendship. But shortly afterwards, he moved to one of the most God-forsaken places on the planet: Alabama (cue the shudder).
Somehow he convinced me to come visit him. I think I convinced myself it was a good idea because 1. I was due for a vacation, 2. I'd never been there, and 3. it would be warmer. 1. That did not qualify as a vacation, 2. I wish I'd never been there, and 3. it wasn't. I flew out there, he didn't have any money (no exaggeration...he sat at the airport bar waiting to pick me up and I had to pay the tab), and he was just kind of a jerk the whole time. He wanted to spend the entire time drinking (also no exaggeration...he would start to pull out a bottle of liquor as soon as he woke up), was fine with spending all of my money, and had no concept for anything but what he wanted.
In the end, I had a seriously terrible time and he owed me $400.
The next time he came home to visit, he wanted to see me. But he'd brought a girl home with him for half of the trip, so I didn't jump at the offer. I did ask for the money though. He didn't appreciate that, and I'm sure he called me many unkind names, I don't remember anymore. It does sound like something he'd do, though. So I didn't see him, and I didn't get the money.
Not too long ago, he told me he would be visiting and we should catch up. He had a girlfriend, I figured it'd been long enough, and I had a tiny glimmer of hope that I might get my $400.
But I also wasn't going out of my way to see him, which really became apparent when I wasn't feeling well but he thought I should just drop everything and drive half an hour to see him. I repeatedly told him why I didn't want to (it was getting late, I didn't feel well, I had to work the next day, etc, etc.) and he just kept pushing, oblivious to everything I said. He finally let up after he called and I got quite upset and had to explain the whole autoimmune thing. Which is always a ton of fun.
He tried again a few more times, but I was out of town with Tee. Finally I told him we could hang out, and suggested getting a drink after work. He then told me he wasn't allowed at bars. While visiting, he got in a drunken bar fight. He called to "explain" things to me. He was in a bar fight (I don't know the details)...he broke up with the girlfriend that night and apparently got a domestic violence charge for shoving her away from him. Then he said that he was trying to get his golf clubs out the trunk of her car and she wouldn't give them up, so he threatened to break her windshield wiper. And then, he did, so he got another charge for that. He was then placed on a tether because he lives out of town and was considered a flight risk.
I'll admit that I felt kind of bad for him, solely because he just makes things so difficult for himself. Earnestly, I told him we could figure out something to do for the next day.
The next day, after a short conversation, he told me he missed me. You've probably guessed by now that I talk to myself a lot, and I don't keep my feelings hidden well. So, as I'm sitting at work, my facial expression, gestures, and words ranged between disbelief, amusement, and annoyance. I asked if he had meant to send the text elsewhere, to which he replied negatively. He added a winky-smiley-face. I may have thrown up in my mouth a little. I almost couldn't believe he was trying to pull this crap. So I made a joke about how he must really have been bored the past few days. He apparently felt the need to explain himself and told me I'm one of the few girls he still talks to that he hasn't known since he was little; I reminded him that he has known me that long. Then he tried to spin it, pointing out that a lot of romantic movies have the leads knowing each other from childhood. Oh, gag. I told him I didn't put much stock into those movies, and he told me he's a huge romantic. (He must have been referring to the time Alabama when we stopped to get snacks and he got me a rose. From a gas station. With my money. Soooo romantic.)
Next he asked me to let him take me to a movie. I was done with it. I asked if he knew I was seeing someone. He did. I cut right to the chase: "So you know that's not going to happen, right?" He feigned innocence: "What? A movie with a friend?" I pointed out that he'd just been talking about romance, and he said it was just a joke. I ignored his calls and texts, then later told him I was just in for the night.
Today, he texted and asked if I'd be able to give him a ride to the airport. Nope. I work. Like an adult. I asked how court went; his parents shelled out a bunch of money to settle and get the charges off his record. No wonder he's a man-child; they keep bailing him out and paying off his debts to society. Too bad my $400 isn't on that list.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Wining and Dining
Memories with a side of alcohol
Tee and I had another adventure this weekend. We headed north to a town that‘s very touristy in the summer…but once fall hits, hockey takes over for a short time. We went to see some NHL hopefuls play, and let me tell you, it was beautiful. Everyone here is getting all excited about football, and I’m all “is it hockey season yet?!” I’m not a fan of football. To me, it’s about guys wearing tight pants who need to jump on the guy with the ball. And they stop about every 2 seconds. And, while I’m ranting, I’d like to start a petition to have the name officially changed to Tackle Ball. Who’s with me?! Hmm…I’m sure that would go over well.
There’s just something about hockey—it’s graceful, but brutal. Also, I think it may be the official sport of those with ADD. But I just love it. The rink is so cold and dry, and you have to get all bundled up…then the teams come out gliding and spinning and it’s almost like dancing. The sounds too…the puck against the sticks and the gentle thud of bodies being checked into the boards. And the next thing you know, gloves and helmets are thrown off and someone might be getting a concussion. It’s all so wonderful.
Oh shoot, I have to back up. We went early to visit a distillery, where I got good and sloshed. I didn’t mean to, but the vodka was really delicious, and I really like vodka. Tee and I support different hockey teams (because he’s wrong), and we were both suited up in team gear. (And I looked super-hot. For some reason grammar check wanted that hyphenated…sure. I’m giving myself credit for that one. I mean the hotness, not the hyphenation. Someone later that night asked if I was a makeup artist. Score!) We walked in and the people who were selling tickets were very amused at our opposing attire. And we were pretty adorable.
That brings us back to hockey. We had a lot of fun, even though both of our teams lost. Afterwards, we went back to the casino (where we were staying the night) and gambled a bit. I did not win millions. Why don't I ever get to win the millions? I want to win the monies.
Anywho, even though I lost, I always play a slot machine that's super entertaining. So I suppose that's something. Besides the fact that I was at a casino so it's really my own damn fault.
The next day we hung out with Meredith and Darryl. I really didn't want to, considering recent events. But it turned out to be a lot of fun. Again, I think a good amount of that was because I had Tee. We all went to brunch and then a couple of wineries. The first one had a quick tour that we partook of and learned a lot about making wine (probably none of which I could remember). After the wineries we made a quick stop at a lighthouse. What I didn't mention was that this stuff was all on a beautiful peninsula. Rolling hills, trees, grapevines, and the bay on either side. It was picturesque and gorgeous, and I'm so glad I got to spend that time with him. On the other hand, I'm definitely ready for some lazy time...but I won't get that anytime soon! It's time to start thinking about Paris again.
Next up: Richard Cranium resurfaces. Stay tuned!
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Animal Magnetism
Roar
This past weekend was incredible. Two of my most wonderful friends, Sandy and Danny, got married. In a zoo. And it was the most fun I've ever had at a wedding.
Why?
Well a big part of that was because my date didn't suck. The rest was because of the awesome people involved in the wedding.
Wait, wait, let's start over. After the eye, dog, and Bridezilla stuff, I was feeling quite worn out. (Although, one of my bosses has given me the title Phantom of the Wedding. I rather like it.) Like I said before, I stress myself out so much more than I need to, but I don't know how to not. But when it rains, it pours, right?
So I was getting all my ducks in order last week for the zoo weekend, and threw in a load of laundry to make sure I had all the stuff I wanted to pack. When I noticed it was done, I naturally started to put the clothes in the dryer. Nope. They were soaking wet and my washing machine just kept flashing lights at me. The good news? I got a really good arm workout wringing all the water out of them. So I made an appointment for a repair person to come out on Monday, tried my best to figure it out, and resigned myself to failure on that.
On Friday, I frantically ran around getting things together and worrying (of course). I got the dog dropped off, stopped at Tee's house, and we were off. I can't tell you how many times he did his best to soothe my anxiety. It didn't work, but he really tried.
We checked into the hotel and had enough time to change before it was off to the rehearsal. Which was a waste. The "coordinator" really had no idea what she was doing, and didn't actually coordinate anything. So, in the sweltering heat, we talked about what was going to happen. There was no audio to practice music and timing, and it was outside so the chairs and such weren't set up for spacing. Like I said, a waste. But it was also the temperature of the sun so we were quick to get out of there and move on to dinner and drinking.
Saturday we woke up and I got half-ready to go to the salon. I only had an appointment to get my makeup done, because I figured my hair's a bit short to do much with. When we walked in, the owner (an older, not-impressive man) asked about the purple in my hair. But a lot of people have been asking about it, so no big. I got my makeup done, and it did look pretty sweet. I was sitting, waiting, and the owner came back. He started to interrogate me about my life and told me that he sold half the salon for some TV thing and they're looking for models. I gave him one of my cards and he said he may call. A few minutes later, I was talking to a few of the girls and the owner asked what my plan was for my hair and, when I said I didn't have one, asked if he could play with it. So, I had my hair and makeup done all wonderfully for the wedding.
It was not my favorite performance, by a long-shot. But everyone else enjoyed it, so that's the important part. Then we got to settle in and have a good time, and we certainly did. I couldn't have had a better time with Tee and all the others. The best part was that he had a good time with all of them. I didn't have to worry about entertaining him the whole time, or that he'd get belligerent or be a jerk. He had a good time and wanted me to have a good time. It made me appreciate him so much more.
On Sunday we got up and had breakfast with everyone, then went back to the zoo to actually check it out. It was a lot of fun, I love zoos. Although I still can't decide if they're good or not...I think in some cases they are, but not others. I'm just fascinated with the animals though. Anyway after the zoo and a few hours in the car, I was home. Exhausted, but happy. I may actually be opening up to Tee. I'm excited for our next adventure.
This past weekend was incredible. Two of my most wonderful friends, Sandy and Danny, got married. In a zoo. And it was the most fun I've ever had at a wedding.
Why?
Well a big part of that was because my date didn't suck. The rest was because of the awesome people involved in the wedding.
Wait, wait, let's start over. After the eye, dog, and Bridezilla stuff, I was feeling quite worn out. (Although, one of my bosses has given me the title Phantom of the Wedding. I rather like it.) Like I said before, I stress myself out so much more than I need to, but I don't know how to not. But when it rains, it pours, right?
So I was getting all my ducks in order last week for the zoo weekend, and threw in a load of laundry to make sure I had all the stuff I wanted to pack. When I noticed it was done, I naturally started to put the clothes in the dryer. Nope. They were soaking wet and my washing machine just kept flashing lights at me. The good news? I got a really good arm workout wringing all the water out of them. So I made an appointment for a repair person to come out on Monday, tried my best to figure it out, and resigned myself to failure on that.
On Friday, I frantically ran around getting things together and worrying (of course). I got the dog dropped off, stopped at Tee's house, and we were off. I can't tell you how many times he did his best to soothe my anxiety. It didn't work, but he really tried.
We checked into the hotel and had enough time to change before it was off to the rehearsal. Which was a waste. The "coordinator" really had no idea what she was doing, and didn't actually coordinate anything. So, in the sweltering heat, we talked about what was going to happen. There was no audio to practice music and timing, and it was outside so the chairs and such weren't set up for spacing. Like I said, a waste. But it was also the temperature of the sun so we were quick to get out of there and move on to dinner and drinking.
Saturday we woke up and I got half-ready to go to the salon. I only had an appointment to get my makeup done, because I figured my hair's a bit short to do much with. When we walked in, the owner (an older, not-impressive man) asked about the purple in my hair. But a lot of people have been asking about it, so no big. I got my makeup done, and it did look pretty sweet. I was sitting, waiting, and the owner came back. He started to interrogate me about my life and told me that he sold half the salon for some TV thing and they're looking for models. I gave him one of my cards and he said he may call. A few minutes later, I was talking to a few of the girls and the owner asked what my plan was for my hair and, when I said I didn't have one, asked if he could play with it. So, I had my hair and makeup done all wonderfully for the wedding.
It was not my favorite performance, by a long-shot. But everyone else enjoyed it, so that's the important part. Then we got to settle in and have a good time, and we certainly did. I couldn't have had a better time with Tee and all the others. The best part was that he had a good time with all of them. I didn't have to worry about entertaining him the whole time, or that he'd get belligerent or be a jerk. He had a good time and wanted me to have a good time. It made me appreciate him so much more.
On Sunday we got up and had breakfast with everyone, then went back to the zoo to actually check it out. It was a lot of fun, I love zoos. Although I still can't decide if they're good or not...I think in some cases they are, but not others. I'm just fascinated with the animals though. Anyway after the zoo and a few hours in the car, I was home. Exhausted, but happy. I may actually be opening up to Tee. I'm excited for our next adventure.
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