I finally did it. Everything lined up for this, it was my #1 goal for this summer. Yesterday, I finally rode my bike along LSD - Lake Shore Drive. I was off work, on a day without rain for once. So I took advantage. Of course after buying groceries (I had been without fresh food for 2weeks!).
My apartment is about 3miles from the lake front. Then where I get on LSD bike path I'm about 3miles from North Avenue Beach. Once I got there I laid out on the sand, book in hand, i-Pod set to shuffle. It was peaceful. The weather wasn't great for tanning but I think there were times when the sun peaked through the clouds. I met the ex's bff for lunch - he works on the beach - at Castaways. We sipped on Miami-Vices and caught up. After I jumped back on the bike, riding over 16miles along the lake, stopping at different beaches. By the time I got home I was dead tired. And a little grimy feeling. I jumped in the shower then did absolutely nothing. It was a perfect day. A day of JD.
Plus I was able to reflect on a couple of things that have happened this week:
WEDNESDAY
I had a date with Logan. We met several weeks ago at a bar. I barely remembered the guy but I apparently gave him my number after paying for a shared cab. We met at a bar. And luckily he was there firt, positioned facing the direction I would be walking. As I approached, he waved. Phew. My biggest fear was not knowning who he was then looking like a tool walking around the bar. When we met initally I was super tanked, and since he called I had been racking my brain trying to piece together what he looked like. He is brunette, average guy height, big eyebrows, and has a Peter Pan type face (pointy features, high cheek bones).
Conversation was easy - especially since I was basically listening to him talk most of the time. I wasn't totally annoyed by this, but I know a lot about him now. I'm not sure he could say the same about me. He grew up in Michigan, after a couple years out of college him and a buddy picked up and moved to Chicago. He is working on putting together an insurance agency, but his real money maker right now is at a golf store. He has been doing that for 2years. He likes theater. He leaves Sunday mornings open for church. He is apart of 2 church groups (volleyball & ultimate fris). He doesn't swear. Right. I swear. A. Lot. The "f" word is my favorite. Needless to say that throughout the night I appologized several times when I let one slip. Although he is a very nice guy, I'm a little put off by him. The combination of his Peter Pan looks & goody-good lifestyle is the exact opposite of me. But at least he drinks. Albiet a little slower than me, but if he didn't drink at all that would have been a deal breaker.
After dinner, we went inside for a couple of rounds of pool. Then on the bus ride back he offered to walk me to my door. Then we decided we should play some Wii, just for a bit. He didn't head out until 1:30am. Hug goodbye. Around 9:30am the next day I recieved a text from him, "good morning sleepy head" was the opener. Really?!? Is this guy for real. He just said he had a wonderful time with me & wanted to do it again. Soon. That night he called, I was out so I didn't answer, & left a message. It was a tad long. Asking to have a movie night. I haven't called or texted back. I'm reeling on what I want to do. Do I really want to start something with yet another guy? Am I even interested? Could I go out with him 1 more time? I decided that I could, well only go out with him again. It doesn't hurt to have people in your corner or friends. I'll just have to make that point clear...
THURSDAY-DAY
I was tired from the night before. And a little hung over. Work was work, but better than the previous days since my at times over-bearing supervisor was gone. The ex had been emailing me with a lot more regularity. I'm ok with it because it has been friendly. But on Thursday it was boarder-line. He asked me over for dinner the night before - he was going to be cooking salmon. I declined because I had a date. This I think threw him for a loop. He began asking questions about how I meet people, ect. At one point he mentioned that he didn't know what he wanted. By knowing him and how our break up had gone to this point, I'm pretty sure he wants me to run to him with open arms and pick up where we left off pre-break up. I feel like he moved downtown after he realized I had so he could try to make amends. His friend & I discussed some of this at our lunch yesterday. They live together now. He says the ex is having some trouble getting back into the dating game - basically since he has none, no game that is. He is even on Match.com. Everything I found out made/makes me sad. I feel guilty and although I know I shouldn't, I really do. I want him to be able to move on and be happy and have a great life...
THURSDAY NIGHT
"I like you, almost to a fault" he said as his lips lightly touched my, his hand carassing my breast & moving down my side. My heart raced. My senses elevated. I felt like I was floating. All of this came rushing back, just by his touch. It wasn't much longer when I pressed the pause button with him. We had things to discuss. Although, in retro-spect nothing about our conversation cleared anything up. Its still muddeled.
C and I had texted a bit over my commute home from work. He invited me over to check out his new furniture and hang out for a bit. I went. We had some beers, made roadies & hit the pavement in search of a good dinner spot. The conversation was smooth, equal, caring. We are able to discuss anything and everything from work to hopes to Daisy in Love. Over dinner he turned the conversation serious, the first time he asked me about my past relationship with the ex. The weather had turned cool on our walk back. He drapped his arms around me - my skin tingled. He was warm. Strong. The sidewalk ended right near my car. I turned to go. He grabbed me, hugging, asking me to come back to his place. I tried to say no, but I couldn't.
After a glass of wine, he made his move. I let him. We fell right back into our old routine. It felt great. Then it started to feel weird. Didn't he just say a mere 4wks ago that this was too much? I stopped and tried to address it. Nothing was resolved. He apologized about how he acted, said he missed me, but he does not want a relationship. I told him he made it seem like it was my fault that we were picking things up when he was also responsible. I questioned why he would limit himself when everything was going well - it was fun, exilerating, why put rules on that? He had no answer. The kissing picked up and I did stay the night. We were glued to each other throughout the night. We had minimal sleep. A lot of kissing. My lips are chapped. Now, who knows what will happen.
TODAY
The plan is the gym, the beach, oh & trying to get the all-illusive Bears tickets. Yep. Football is right around the corner & HOLY HELL I CAN NOT WAIT. I will only devote 2hrs to trying to get tickets and I am not hopeful that I will succeed. Friends say it takes 4-6hrs to get tickets, IF you can get through the busy signal. This weekend is the first weekend that I don't have any plans. None. Zip. I'm kind of relishing in that. Sometimes I just like having a weekend of me. Doing what I want.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Things that make you go "hmmm"
This week has been interesting. And fun.
I made a friend last week who goes to the gym I just joined. We got to talking and both of us decided we would make good gym buddies. Our first date was on Wednesday for a step class. I haven't been in an aerobic class in forever so it kicked my ass. My legs are singing today but it feels good. It feels like I should take my ass to the gym again today but that is highly doubtful.
After class, C texted me. It wasn't necessarily a surprise but it was unexpected. We ended up meeting for a drink. Well, I wanted to meet but he insisted on picking me up and driving. We had a drink at a bar, caught up, then we went back to my place for battle royal of Guitar Hero. Needless to say, I kicked his ass. There was no awkwardness - ok maybe initially when I got into his car. We used to kiss hello. But that awkwardness did not last long. He seems to be very busy at work, giving a presentation at a huge conference this weekend. And he finally has a couch in his apartment. Too bad I won't be able to "break it in". He left around 12midnight. Hug goodbye. No hanky panky. Nothing even attempted.
Yesterday was the Billy Joel/Elton concert. #2 & I met at a bar then headed over after several drinks. I was ready early & had some drinks at my place prior to heading out to meet him. I'm not exactly sure if that was a good idea or not...
The concert was awesome. We were on the field (converted of course). Able to walk around. Had a great view. Billy & Elton were awesome. We drank. We sang. I even bonded with his roomies girlfriend. I think we talked about #2 - she asked how serious we were. I couldn't lie, we aren't but I think I said I hoped we would be but I know he wasn't into that right now. Awesome. I guarantee this will get back to #2 in a flash.
Now, I'm not gonna lie. I can not exactly remember how the evening ended. I remember a cab. I remember talking with #2 about driving him to work the next morning. But I woke up face down on the couch in my clothes from last night. No #2 in my bed. I very gracefully got up, stripped then fell asleep in my bed until 11ish. Then I texted #2. No response. I hope I didn't fuck up.
I do have pictures from last night. My friends will be so pleased to finally see the guy I've been talking about since last October. We have some cute ones of the group, some of us, some of the cab driver, and one of him getting money out the ATM. MAN, I am SO curious how the evening ended. Bah.
This weekend is already starting and I won't have a minute to relax. Today I'm hungover, so my plan of laundry, groceries & the gym are out of the question. BUT I may go see Harry in a matinee. Or I may just head back to the burbs. Rose's baccalaureate party is tomorrow. It looks like it will shape up to be a rowdy time. On the agenda: pole dancing/strip class (can not wait!), freshen up at her pad (food, games, gifts) then a bar crawl in the 'ville. We will likely be ridiculous. We always are when everyone is in super party mode. Again, my goal is to keep things at a minimum. But that never happens. And its likely my bank balance will continue to suffer.
Now the couch is so comfy & I'm all set up with left overs & a 16 & Preggers marathon. I don't know if I'll make it off the couch. Lazy? Perhaps.
I made a friend last week who goes to the gym I just joined. We got to talking and both of us decided we would make good gym buddies. Our first date was on Wednesday for a step class. I haven't been in an aerobic class in forever so it kicked my ass. My legs are singing today but it feels good. It feels like I should take my ass to the gym again today but that is highly doubtful.
After class, C texted me. It wasn't necessarily a surprise but it was unexpected. We ended up meeting for a drink. Well, I wanted to meet but he insisted on picking me up and driving. We had a drink at a bar, caught up, then we went back to my place for battle royal of Guitar Hero. Needless to say, I kicked his ass. There was no awkwardness - ok maybe initially when I got into his car. We used to kiss hello. But that awkwardness did not last long. He seems to be very busy at work, giving a presentation at a huge conference this weekend. And he finally has a couch in his apartment. Too bad I won't be able to "break it in". He left around 12midnight. Hug goodbye. No hanky panky. Nothing even attempted.
Yesterday was the Billy Joel/Elton concert. #2 & I met at a bar then headed over after several drinks. I was ready early & had some drinks at my place prior to heading out to meet him. I'm not exactly sure if that was a good idea or not...
The concert was awesome. We were on the field (converted of course). Able to walk around. Had a great view. Billy & Elton were awesome. We drank. We sang. I even bonded with his roomies girlfriend. I think we talked about #2 - she asked how serious we were. I couldn't lie, we aren't but I think I said I hoped we would be but I know he wasn't into that right now. Awesome. I guarantee this will get back to #2 in a flash.
Now, I'm not gonna lie. I can not exactly remember how the evening ended. I remember a cab. I remember talking with #2 about driving him to work the next morning. But I woke up face down on the couch in my clothes from last night. No #2 in my bed. I very gracefully got up, stripped then fell asleep in my bed until 11ish. Then I texted #2. No response. I hope I didn't fuck up.
I do have pictures from last night. My friends will be so pleased to finally see the guy I've been talking about since last October. We have some cute ones of the group, some of us, some of the cab driver, and one of him getting money out the ATM. MAN, I am SO curious how the evening ended. Bah.
This weekend is already starting and I won't have a minute to relax. Today I'm hungover, so my plan of laundry, groceries & the gym are out of the question. BUT I may go see Harry in a matinee. Or I may just head back to the burbs. Rose's baccalaureate party is tomorrow. It looks like it will shape up to be a rowdy time. On the agenda: pole dancing/strip class (can not wait!), freshen up at her pad (food, games, gifts) then a bar crawl in the 'ville. We will likely be ridiculous. We always are when everyone is in super party mode. Again, my goal is to keep things at a minimum. But that never happens. And its likely my bank balance will continue to suffer.
Now the couch is so comfy & I'm all set up with left overs & a 16 & Preggers marathon. I don't know if I'll make it off the couch. Lazy? Perhaps.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Knock on wood
I MAY BE GOING TO SEE BILLY JOEL/ELTON JOHN ON THURSDAY!
JEALOUS?!? I am. Or, I will be if the tickets fall through. Ha - here I am acting like I actually purchased them. Ha, no no no. This is all dependant on #2.
Yesterday, 9am. Text from #2 inviting me to Carnivale to relish in his $150 worth of gift cards. YES PLEASE. Reservations at 8pm. The food was to die for. Not to mention I love eating out with him. He is a plate sharer and he is great at ordering food. Especially Spanish food. And wine.
There was absolutely no rush to dinner. We started with cocktails. Then an appetizer. Then a bottle of wine with dinner. And even desert. Everything was melt-in-your-mouth good. Plus watching him take control over the ordering was super sexy. After dinner we headed back to my area but made a pit stop in Wicker Park for a night cap. We ended up having several beers at CANS. Singing to 80s Pop and playing Frogger.
By the time we finally made it to my apartment it was all hands and grasping and mouths and...yea, we spent several hours doing this before calling it a night and sleeping.
Well, #2 has 2 tickets to the show on Thursday* and invited me to go with him IF he can't sell them for profit. Which he likely could. But I'm hoping that I convinced him otherwise. I want to go. The show is at Wrigley Field. I have never seen a concert there. Plus come on! Billy Joel. AND ELTON. OMG! I guess I'll know more by Wednesday night. Fingers crossed people!
*Ah and perfect timing for me since I DON'T WORK FRIDAY. Hello?!? Not to mention that #2 said his friend - some rich guy - is throwing the after party for Billy Joel's band. AND WE WOULD GET IN FOR FREE. I could just pee my pants with delight....
JEALOUS?!? I am. Or, I will be if the tickets fall through. Ha - here I am acting like I actually purchased them. Ha, no no no. This is all dependant on #2.
Yesterday, 9am. Text from #2 inviting me to Carnivale to relish in his $150 worth of gift cards. YES PLEASE. Reservations at 8pm. The food was to die for. Not to mention I love eating out with him. He is a plate sharer and he is great at ordering food. Especially Spanish food. And wine.
There was absolutely no rush to dinner. We started with cocktails. Then an appetizer. Then a bottle of wine with dinner. And even desert. Everything was melt-in-your-mouth good. Plus watching him take control over the ordering was super sexy. After dinner we headed back to my area but made a pit stop in Wicker Park for a night cap. We ended up having several beers at CANS. Singing to 80s Pop and playing Frogger.
By the time we finally made it to my apartment it was all hands and grasping and mouths and...yea, we spent several hours doing this before calling it a night and sleeping.
Well, #2 has 2 tickets to the show on Thursday* and invited me to go with him IF he can't sell them for profit. Which he likely could. But I'm hoping that I convinced him otherwise. I want to go. The show is at Wrigley Field. I have never seen a concert there. Plus come on! Billy Joel. AND ELTON. OMG! I guess I'll know more by Wednesday night. Fingers crossed people!
*Ah and perfect timing for me since I DON'T WORK FRIDAY. Hello?!? Not to mention that #2 said his friend - some rich guy - is throwing the after party for Billy Joel's band. AND WE WOULD GET IN FOR FREE. I could just pee my pants with delight....
Monday, July 13, 2009
Because my debit card tells me so
Monday mornings. They typically suck for a lot of reasons. But add this in addition to all of the regular routine suckiness of a Monday: checking the online bank account. I do it multiple times per week however its only on Mondays that I dread it.
I knew before I even left work Friday that this weekend would be prime for trouble. And that trouble would be directed towards my checking account. I was triple booked all weekend. And my little plan to buy a flask has not come to fruition yet. I'm still working on it. Plus, in all honesty I thought that I would be set with limited cash since the parties I was attending Friday & Saturday were drink specials, 9-12 all you can drink for $15. Right. Well, that never works. I'll never learn.
FRIDAY
I actually went to the gym for a quick jaunt. 1/2 running, 1/2 stair mill. I haven't sweat like that in a while. Wait, scratch that. I probably have, but I'll leave the salacious details out.
Met up with L & friends at Mickey's on Clark/Fullerton in Lincoln Park. Its a great bar. Has a ginormous outdoor patio and a large party room in the back. We were in the party room. Vodka-Soda-with-a-lime-please. Times that by, yaidonknow, let's say 15. Now, I can't recall everything that happened but luckily I was able to piece together the evening with clues.
Clues that mean my purse was broken:
#1: My fav yellow clutch no longer latches, #2: Can't find my new lip gloss/tint ($20people!), #3: Bouncer approaching me with my keys (still can't figure out how he knew they were mine but you got to love it), #4: My stuff strewn about #2's pad the next morning
Clues that I was 3 sheets to the wind:
#1: Refusing to cab it with L after bar close, #2: Allowing semi-stranger to hop in cab with me (then I paid for it!), #3: 30min walking around the wrong street insisting to #2 I was in front of his apartment, #4: Sitting on unknown porch talking #2 out of jumping in a cab to find me, #5: Reviewing texts from Friday, its embarrassing, #6: The hang over that lasted until 4pm Central Standard Time
Clues that I spent more than the $25 at the door:
#1: Cash poor the next day, I only had a $5, #2: Online bank balance shows payment to bar
Clues that we left Mickeys:
#1: Online bank balance shows $30 purchase at Tin Lizzy's
SATURDAY
Luckily enough for me #2 likes the same hangover routine I do. Sleep in. Hangover sex. Then hangover brunch. With a bloody mary. And that's how the morning went. I then headed to North Ave beach with the ex.
Yea, yea yea. I know. PROBABLY not the bestest idea ever but I am trying to be more friendly with him. AND I am ready to actually be friends (although I don't think he is, more on that in a different blog...). PLUS (this is the kicker) he had tickets to see M.C. Hammer. Yea. I know. 2Legit 2Quit (with hand motions). Jealous? I think so....
Day drinking, day drinking, day drinking, Hammer Time, day drinking.
Home for a quick bite then shower for S & Fiance arrived around 8:30. I was, lets say, a little drunky and a lot tired by this point. We went to Redmon's for $15 all you can drink to celebrate KS birthday. We just saddled up to a bar table and stuck there all night which was okay by me. I only made it until 11:30. Couldn't even get down 2 drinks. I went straight to bed and was dead to the world until 8am.
SUNDAY
Rose's 2nd bridal shower at a swanky country club near the 'ville. I was refreshed and ready. The shower had THE BEST food. Breakfast AND LUNCH. Needless to say I killed the buffet. And likely my waste line too. Rose got some good gifts. After 3hrs it was over then I headed up to Schaumburg to visit with HLo. Pool time. Followed by a pizza orgy courtesy of Little Cesar's (yea, I didn't know they still existed either!). I was home in time for Entourage then bed.
All in all the weekend was a win. Until Monday morning when I checked the bank balance. $90 in the checking account. YIKES.
I knew before I even left work Friday that this weekend would be prime for trouble. And that trouble would be directed towards my checking account. I was triple booked all weekend. And my little plan to buy a flask has not come to fruition yet. I'm still working on it. Plus, in all honesty I thought that I would be set with limited cash since the parties I was attending Friday & Saturday were drink specials, 9-12 all you can drink for $15. Right. Well, that never works. I'll never learn.
FRIDAY
I actually went to the gym for a quick jaunt. 1/2 running, 1/2 stair mill. I haven't sweat like that in a while. Wait, scratch that. I probably have, but I'll leave the salacious details out.
Met up with L & friends at Mickey's on Clark/Fullerton in Lincoln Park. Its a great bar. Has a ginormous outdoor patio and a large party room in the back. We were in the party room. Vodka-Soda-with-a-lime-please. Times that by, yaidonknow, let's say 15. Now, I can't recall everything that happened but luckily I was able to piece together the evening with clues.
Clues that mean my purse was broken:
#1: My fav yellow clutch no longer latches, #2: Can't find my new lip gloss/tint ($20people!), #3: Bouncer approaching me with my keys (still can't figure out how he knew they were mine but you got to love it), #4: My stuff strewn about #2's pad the next morning
Clues that I was 3 sheets to the wind:
#1: Refusing to cab it with L after bar close, #2: Allowing semi-stranger to hop in cab with me (then I paid for it!), #3: 30min walking around the wrong street insisting to #2 I was in front of his apartment, #4: Sitting on unknown porch talking #2 out of jumping in a cab to find me, #5: Reviewing texts from Friday, its embarrassing, #6: The hang over that lasted until 4pm Central Standard Time
Clues that I spent more than the $25 at the door:
#1: Cash poor the next day, I only had a $5, #2: Online bank balance shows payment to bar
Clues that we left Mickeys:
#1: Online bank balance shows $30 purchase at Tin Lizzy's
SATURDAY
Luckily enough for me #2 likes the same hangover routine I do. Sleep in. Hangover sex. Then hangover brunch. With a bloody mary. And that's how the morning went. I then headed to North Ave beach with the ex.
Yea, yea yea. I know. PROBABLY not the bestest idea ever but I am trying to be more friendly with him. AND I am ready to actually be friends (although I don't think he is, more on that in a different blog...). PLUS (this is the kicker) he had tickets to see M.C. Hammer. Yea. I know. 2Legit 2Quit (with hand motions). Jealous? I think so....
Day drinking, day drinking, day drinking, Hammer Time, day drinking.
Home for a quick bite then shower for S & Fiance arrived around 8:30. I was, lets say, a little drunky and a lot tired by this point. We went to Redmon's for $15 all you can drink to celebrate KS birthday. We just saddled up to a bar table and stuck there all night which was okay by me. I only made it until 11:30. Couldn't even get down 2 drinks. I went straight to bed and was dead to the world until 8am.
SUNDAY
Rose's 2nd bridal shower at a swanky country club near the 'ville. I was refreshed and ready. The shower had THE BEST food. Breakfast AND LUNCH. Needless to say I killed the buffet. And likely my waste line too. Rose got some good gifts. After 3hrs it was over then I headed up to Schaumburg to visit with HLo. Pool time. Followed by a pizza orgy courtesy of Little Cesar's (yea, I didn't know they still existed either!). I was home in time for Entourage then bed.
All in all the weekend was a win. Until Monday morning when I checked the bank balance. $90 in the checking account. YIKES.
Friday, July 10, 2009
On A Mission
Living alone is totally awesome. I come and go as I please. I don't have anyone waiting around for me. I can walk naked from the bathroom to my bedroom to the kitchen. I just, do what I want.
It has officially been 2 full months of apartment living. And as stated I love it. However, my bank book is dying. Rapidly. I am so low on cash since I am so high on bills. I have multiple bills, on top of loans (car & student), on top of rent. I get paid then payout immediately. Leaving me with around $200 to play with until the next check.
You might be thinking, "Wow $200 that sounds like a lot to carry someone 2 weeks until the next pay day". Well, it may seem that way but when I break it down it never lasts. I have to get groceries. I buy wine, vodka & beer for the apartment (it adds up). I have guests (need to stock up on food/drinks for them too). And I go out. If you can't tell from this blog, I go out a lot. I enjoy it. Its summer. Its my entertainment. I'll hibernate in the winter more I'm sure...
So I have decided on the following in order to save my credit card bill and my cash flow:
1) Limit dining out, unless paid for by a boy
2) Pre-gaming (done)
3) No credit cards* (gas only)
4) Budget entertainment per month (yea right, but I'll try. I swear)
AND my most ingenious idea:
5) Buy a flask
I said it. I have been looking into buying a flask. 8oz please. Narrow enough to fit in my going-out purse. I would love to say I came up with this brilliant idea myself, but alas I did not. We've all heard of people doing this. I've just always filed that bit of info away for later use. And now I know why. And I will use it to combat the high cost of drinks in the city.
The plan is this: Buy flask before weekend. Fill said flask with vodka. Put flask in purse. Take to bars. Order soda or juice. Likely pay nothing or minimal for said mixer. Pour flask vodka into mixer. Sip. Enjoy. Repeat.
I have to say that Dani & I spent about 20min researching places to buy flasks. Surprisingly a lot of stores only sell the 8oz kind online. I figure if I head to a liquor store I'll have better luck. Now, I'm on a mission.
*Another reason I'm so cash poor is likely do to my credit card bill being around $1000 the past two months. All of those purchases were for the apartment & getting set up. SO I should be done with all that and the bill will get back to normal, like the $200 range. That will definitely help with the cash flow
It has officially been 2 full months of apartment living. And as stated I love it. However, my bank book is dying. Rapidly. I am so low on cash since I am so high on bills. I have multiple bills, on top of loans (car & student), on top of rent. I get paid then payout immediately. Leaving me with around $200 to play with until the next check.
You might be thinking, "Wow $200 that sounds like a lot to carry someone 2 weeks until the next pay day". Well, it may seem that way but when I break it down it never lasts. I have to get groceries. I buy wine, vodka & beer for the apartment (it adds up). I have guests (need to stock up on food/drinks for them too). And I go out. If you can't tell from this blog, I go out a lot. I enjoy it. Its summer. Its my entertainment. I'll hibernate in the winter more I'm sure...
So I have decided on the following in order to save my credit card bill and my cash flow:
1) Limit dining out, unless paid for by a boy
2) Pre-gaming (done)
3) No credit cards* (gas only)
4) Budget entertainment per month (yea right, but I'll try. I swear)
AND my most ingenious idea:
5) Buy a flask
I said it. I have been looking into buying a flask. 8oz please. Narrow enough to fit in my going-out purse. I would love to say I came up with this brilliant idea myself, but alas I did not. We've all heard of people doing this. I've just always filed that bit of info away for later use. And now I know why. And I will use it to combat the high cost of drinks in the city.
The plan is this: Buy flask before weekend. Fill said flask with vodka. Put flask in purse. Take to bars. Order soda or juice. Likely pay nothing or minimal for said mixer. Pour flask vodka into mixer. Sip. Enjoy. Repeat.
I have to say that Dani & I spent about 20min researching places to buy flasks. Surprisingly a lot of stores only sell the 8oz kind online. I figure if I head to a liquor store I'll have better luck. Now, I'm on a mission.
*Another reason I'm so cash poor is likely do to my credit card bill being around $1000 the past two months. All of those purchases were for the apartment & getting set up. SO I should be done with all that and the bill will get back to normal, like the $200 range. That will definitely help with the cash flow
When 2 become 1
My number has dwindled. My two boys have been narrowed down to only one. Or so I thought....
C never called me last Thursday after the texting about the "silent treatment." The next day it was eating at me so I texted and he called. It was short & sweet: things feel like they are getting too serious and he doesn't want a relationship. Um, ok. I was a little surprised because I thought he would be reaming me about my partying or whatever. I told him that he made that pretty clear when we started hanging out. We hung up - civilly of course. Then I deleted his number - no need to have drunken texts go out (we all know how that happens). It was a little bittersweet - I do like him A LOT but we've never even come close to having the relationship talk! Its like a slap in the face - how can you break up with someone when you're NOT EVEN A BOYFRIEND. I'm still not sure where all of this came from. But its easier to cut my losses now before things (re: I) got carried away. Right? Sure....
The weekend progressed normally enough - although the rain on the 4th definitely dampened the holiday spirit. The best night was Friday when I went with L & B to a fest (where we had free beer & food all night) then L & I met up with her friend Potts at the 'ville bars. We were hammered drunk to say the least. Potts just got back from Egypt and we convinced a townie that she was actually Egyptian. That she didn't know English. And he bought us shots - pineapple upside-down. My first! And boy, it was delish! Anywho, when he went to the bathroom we took that as our cue to exit, but not before Potts wrote a note in "hieroglyphics" thanking him for the drink. I could have peed myself it was so funny.
This week has been so blah. I did do a couple of things (finally joined a gym & went to a Sox game) but I have to admit that I have been feeling lonely. Its been the first week that I have not had multiple plans for dinners/drinks. And of course no contact from my boys. Just when I was really down, wallowing in self pity I received an unexpected text from C. He asked if I wanted to meet him for a late dinner/drink. I was SHOCKED. I declined since I was knee deep in a book, curled up on the couch in my jammies. My guess is this: he misses me. I know he does. We haven't seen each other in over 2weeks and its not like we've ever fought before. I just keep thinking, why would he put the kibosh on something that is going so well? I mean we get along and have fun, why put rules on it? I assume boys just think all girls want is to be in a relationship and get serious. Their assumption is totally wrong. I will wait to see if he makes contact again. I'm not opposed to hanging out with him. I miss him too. And I can't believe he doesn't miss me, I just keep thinking back to my birthday...
No less than 20 min later I got a call from #2. Right, well I don't think I've been completely up front about him on the blog. I'm not sure where I left off with him in but I think I said we ended things. Well, we did. That day. Sorta. However that following Saturday we texted back and forth. Then on Sunday after the Pride Parade we met up at his apartment and hung out. Then on last Tuesday we got dinner (and porn*). He was busy over the weekend with friends & family for the holiday. Then Monday is Monday, and on Tuesday/Wednesday he has sports so we hadn't spoken since last week. ANYWHO. He called. We chatted. We're going to try to meet up this weekend sometime. He did mention he was surprised that I never call him and he has to call me all of the time. I was pleasantly surprised about that - he actually wants me to call him . Done. I can do that. The way he is acting makes me think that he finally realized how much he likes me. Its a warm fuzzy for sure.
This weekend looks like a busy one. Tonight is a going away party/breast cancer fundraiser with L & her college friends. The going away part of the party is actually for the girl who had the Trolley B-Day Party. Where C & I met. I have no clue if C will be there tonight. But I'll have to plan to look absolutely fabulous just in case. The weather looks deary and wet (of course!) but fingers crossed that my hair & make up make it tonight! Tomorrow possible beach day (fingers crossed no rain!) followed by KS b-day party with S - hopefully #2 will be able to meet up, this girl needs some lovin'. Sunday is Rose's 2nd bridal shower.
Happy Weekend Everyone!
*Yes, you read correctly. I said porn. #2 & I were walking back to his place after dinner when we notice we walked right past an "adult" store. We had to go in. Prior to that we decided that we would buy 1 video no more than $10. And we found one. When we were checking out, we got a FREE ONE on top of it. So now I am the proud owner for 2 porns for only $10.50! Granted they are terrible but still... totally awesome. And it lead to a very very fun evening
C never called me last Thursday after the texting about the "silent treatment." The next day it was eating at me so I texted and he called. It was short & sweet: things feel like they are getting too serious and he doesn't want a relationship. Um, ok. I was a little surprised because I thought he would be reaming me about my partying or whatever. I told him that he made that pretty clear when we started hanging out. We hung up - civilly of course. Then I deleted his number - no need to have drunken texts go out (we all know how that happens). It was a little bittersweet - I do like him A LOT but we've never even come close to having the relationship talk! Its like a slap in the face - how can you break up with someone when you're NOT EVEN A BOYFRIEND. I'm still not sure where all of this came from. But its easier to cut my losses now before things (re: I) got carried away. Right? Sure....
The weekend progressed normally enough - although the rain on the 4th definitely dampened the holiday spirit. The best night was Friday when I went with L & B to a fest (where we had free beer & food all night) then L & I met up with her friend Potts at the 'ville bars. We were hammered drunk to say the least. Potts just got back from Egypt and we convinced a townie that she was actually Egyptian. That she didn't know English. And he bought us shots - pineapple upside-down. My first! And boy, it was delish! Anywho, when he went to the bathroom we took that as our cue to exit, but not before Potts wrote a note in "hieroglyphics" thanking him for the drink. I could have peed myself it was so funny.
This week has been so blah. I did do a couple of things (finally joined a gym & went to a Sox game) but I have to admit that I have been feeling lonely. Its been the first week that I have not had multiple plans for dinners/drinks. And of course no contact from my boys. Just when I was really down, wallowing in self pity I received an unexpected text from C. He asked if I wanted to meet him for a late dinner/drink. I was SHOCKED. I declined since I was knee deep in a book, curled up on the couch in my jammies. My guess is this: he misses me. I know he does. We haven't seen each other in over 2weeks and its not like we've ever fought before. I just keep thinking, why would he put the kibosh on something that is going so well? I mean we get along and have fun, why put rules on it? I assume boys just think all girls want is to be in a relationship and get serious. Their assumption is totally wrong. I will wait to see if he makes contact again. I'm not opposed to hanging out with him. I miss him too. And I can't believe he doesn't miss me, I just keep thinking back to my birthday...
No less than 20 min later I got a call from #2. Right, well I don't think I've been completely up front about him on the blog. I'm not sure where I left off with him in but I think I said we ended things. Well, we did. That day. Sorta. However that following Saturday we texted back and forth. Then on Sunday after the Pride Parade we met up at his apartment and hung out. Then on last Tuesday we got dinner (and porn*). He was busy over the weekend with friends & family for the holiday. Then Monday is Monday, and on Tuesday/Wednesday he has sports so we hadn't spoken since last week. ANYWHO. He called. We chatted. We're going to try to meet up this weekend sometime. He did mention he was surprised that I never call him and he has to call me all of the time. I was pleasantly surprised about that - he actually wants me to call him . Done. I can do that. The way he is acting makes me think that he finally realized how much he likes me. Its a warm fuzzy for sure.
This weekend looks like a busy one. Tonight is a going away party/breast cancer fundraiser with L & her college friends. The going away part of the party is actually for the girl who had the Trolley B-Day Party. Where C & I met. I have no clue if C will be there tonight. But I'll have to plan to look absolutely fabulous just in case. The weather looks deary and wet (of course!) but fingers crossed that my hair & make up make it tonight! Tomorrow possible beach day (fingers crossed no rain!) followed by KS b-day party with S - hopefully #2 will be able to meet up, this girl needs some lovin'. Sunday is Rose's 2nd bridal shower.
Happy Weekend Everyone!
*Yes, you read correctly. I said porn. #2 & I were walking back to his place after dinner when we notice we walked right past an "adult" store. We had to go in. Prior to that we decided that we would buy 1 video no more than $10. And we found one. When we were checking out, we got a FREE ONE on top of it. So now I am the proud owner for 2 porns for only $10.50! Granted they are terrible but still... totally awesome. And it lead to a very very fun evening
Monday, July 6, 2009
Bug Juice...
"...doesn't come in a jar. Bug Juice comes from who you are..."
Anyone (besides TK & Rose) remember that Disney classic? If not, were you living under a rock during your formative years?!? Bug Juice was Disney's attempt at relatity t.v. And it obviously worked on me. Because I love me some teenage reality. Still. To this day. As an adult. Oh how I miss you Bug Juice. You taught me a lot. Luckily for me I lived with TK & Rose in college thus got to watch the TAPED episodes at my leisure. Thank you.
Right now, as I sit eating my huge plate of spaghetti & drinking some vino I'm watching the same old MTV Fat Camp episode that irks me and yet I can not stop! I love it. I tune in all the time. Ugh, if anyone knows what I'm talking about I HATE that girl with the glasses that sits in the infermary ALL THE TIME. UGH. When she sings I want to pull my hair out..."Sweet Home Alabama"...Ugh if I was in fat camp with her I would die. DIE. Or just treat her like eveyrone else did. There are still losers in fat camp. Tear.
UGH her name is Dianne. Gross. Moving on.
Following my Fat Camp obsession, I will turn to intervention (fingers crossed for a new one!). It makes me realize that I love relaity tv. Well, not ALL reality tv. That is something that Rose is good at, not necessarily me. I am drawn to reality (aka TLC) tv for the following: give me your fat, your midget, your addicted, your pregnant & your insane. These reality shows are for me.
LOVE Biggest Loser (while I eat ice cream with my Mom - we conference on this).
LOVE TLC - Although I had to pry my eyes open to finish "mermaid girl" (she was so sweet!) and "tree man" (that was WAY more difficult)
LOVE 16 & Preggers (TGI Marathon this weekend)
LOVE Intervention (please, OD. Please)
Right. So I may not be "normal" I still LOVE this reality b.s.
And its a good thing that it is taking my attention away from the non-sex situation*. Cable came at a damn good time...
*Don't fret my pets - its only been...um a week. BUT I do have news on the personal front. This post is obviously vino induced. You're Welcome.
Anyone (besides TK & Rose) remember that Disney classic? If not, were you living under a rock during your formative years?!? Bug Juice was Disney's attempt at relatity t.v. And it obviously worked on me. Because I love me some teenage reality. Still. To this day. As an adult. Oh how I miss you Bug Juice. You taught me a lot. Luckily for me I lived with TK & Rose in college thus got to watch the TAPED episodes at my leisure. Thank you.
Right now, as I sit eating my huge plate of spaghetti & drinking some vino I'm watching the same old MTV Fat Camp episode that irks me and yet I can not stop! I love it. I tune in all the time. Ugh, if anyone knows what I'm talking about I HATE that girl with the glasses that sits in the infermary ALL THE TIME. UGH. When she sings I want to pull my hair out..."Sweet Home Alabama"...Ugh if I was in fat camp with her I would die. DIE. Or just treat her like eveyrone else did. There are still losers in fat camp. Tear.
UGH her name is Dianne. Gross. Moving on.
Following my Fat Camp obsession, I will turn to intervention (fingers crossed for a new one!). It makes me realize that I love relaity tv. Well, not ALL reality tv. That is something that Rose is good at, not necessarily me. I am drawn to reality (aka TLC) tv for the following: give me your fat, your midget, your addicted, your pregnant & your insane. These reality shows are for me.
LOVE Biggest Loser (while I eat ice cream with my Mom - we conference on this).
LOVE TLC - Although I had to pry my eyes open to finish "mermaid girl" (she was so sweet!) and "tree man" (that was WAY more difficult)
LOVE 16 & Preggers (TGI Marathon this weekend)
LOVE Intervention (please, OD. Please)
Right. So I may not be "normal" I still LOVE this reality b.s.
And its a good thing that it is taking my attention away from the non-sex situation*. Cable came at a damn good time...
*Don't fret my pets - its only been...um a week. BUT I do have news on the personal front. This post is obviously vino induced. You're Welcome.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Knots
Ugh. I have that sinking, heavy feeling sitting right on my chest. And working its way towards the diaphragm. I am anxious. I am (hopefully) waiting for a call. From C. Who has been MIA since Friday. Scratch that - Sunday - that was the day of our last communication.
Rewind to last weekend:
Friday night was great. C actually cancelled friends with a friend (a GIRL) to make time to hang out with me. It was flattering and endearing. We actually did something that is becoming quite the staple in our relationship. We made cocktails, threw them into a rather large cup with the straw and headed to our spot near the lake. After a long lake front walk, we grabbed a bit to eat then headed back to his place for some uncomplicated romance. Conversation was good. We laughed a lot. Things were going just swimmingly. He even said at dinner that he would try to meet me to see The Counting Crows who were playing at the taste around 5. He thought he could get out of work by then and back into the city.
Saturday was a slow moving day. I had the cable guys come in the morning (YEA!) and spent most of the afternoon reading until HLo came in to accompany me to the taste. We quickly found our way to the concert area. And the bar. We had time to kill and spent that time (and money) drinking. I texted C a couple times to see if he could still meet up. He couldn't. My heart sank a little. As the drinking continued so did my texting. I have to say that I was a little relentless. I was eager to meet up. I wanted him to come out with us. As he had previously stated he would try. When he finally admitted he would be going out with "the boys" the phone went back into my purse. HLo & I ended up having a fabulous time. We met someone who claimed to be new to town (it could have been a ploy! And a damn good one, brought our shields down immediately), enjoyed the Crows then grabbed dinner at a Tapas restaurant in the heart of the loop. We even had sangria which may have prompted our next move into an old school club Excalibur. Honestly, the club is a little bit of a joke. No one would really go there unless they were under the influence or didn't care that they were still in day clothes from earlier. Like us. Well, like me.
Sunday was the ultra-fabulous Gay Pride Parade on the north side. The drinking started at 10am with Dani then we met up with L and her college friends to continue the party to the streets. The parade was FABULOUS! It was my first time going but there is a gianormous buzz in the straight community about what a great party it is. And it was. The drinking continued through out. We eventually ended up in a bar/restaurant for food around 3. And a round of shots. And cocktails. Once the orders were placed, I texted C. Something not so clever, or nice, more or less: you. me. sex. Very barbaric. BUT I had just finished my time of the month...
From what I can remember he was less than thrilled to meet up. The north side was still a mess with drunks (me being one of them). I balked at his response. How could he say no to all of this?!? And I think I was a little rude. Can't remember. And drunk-ass me deleted the texts immediately once it was settled.
Now, 4 days post-parade I still haven't heard from him. My first reaction on Monday was, whatever. Tuesday it was: I bet I was annoying this weekend with the drunken texts. By Wednesday: He must be a little pissed with me. Today: Something is a-miss.
In spite of myself I texted him around noon. It was simple and to the point: silent treatment or really busy working. I got my answer: both. Followed by "we can talk later".
GGGGggggrrrrreeeeaaaatttt......
Ugh, even rehashing this stuff makes my chest hurt. Bah.
My guess he is going to say that he likes me but not when I'm drunk OR drunk with a couple of friends. I'm betting on it. And he has the upper hand of course, because: 1) he has a pretty darn good memory, 2) its likely he kept whatever ammunition (the alleged texts!) to confront with me, and 3) I don't think he was drunk (at all).
I'm not looking forward to it. But I am hoping he calls to straighten whatever this is out.
I suppose I should get in the shower; its 4:20 and he will likely call around 5. Hopefully the shower will wash some of this dread away...
Rewind to last weekend:
Friday night was great. C actually cancelled friends with a friend (a GIRL) to make time to hang out with me. It was flattering and endearing. We actually did something that is becoming quite the staple in our relationship. We made cocktails, threw them into a rather large cup with the straw and headed to our spot near the lake. After a long lake front walk, we grabbed a bit to eat then headed back to his place for some uncomplicated romance. Conversation was good. We laughed a lot. Things were going just swimmingly. He even said at dinner that he would try to meet me to see The Counting Crows who were playing at the taste around 5. He thought he could get out of work by then and back into the city.
Saturday was a slow moving day. I had the cable guys come in the morning (YEA!) and spent most of the afternoon reading until HLo came in to accompany me to the taste. We quickly found our way to the concert area. And the bar. We had time to kill and spent that time (and money) drinking. I texted C a couple times to see if he could still meet up. He couldn't. My heart sank a little. As the drinking continued so did my texting. I have to say that I was a little relentless. I was eager to meet up. I wanted him to come out with us. As he had previously stated he would try. When he finally admitted he would be going out with "the boys" the phone went back into my purse. HLo & I ended up having a fabulous time. We met someone who claimed to be new to town (it could have been a ploy! And a damn good one, brought our shields down immediately), enjoyed the Crows then grabbed dinner at a Tapas restaurant in the heart of the loop. We even had sangria which may have prompted our next move into an old school club Excalibur. Honestly, the club is a little bit of a joke. No one would really go there unless they were under the influence or didn't care that they were still in day clothes from earlier. Like us. Well, like me.
Sunday was the ultra-fabulous Gay Pride Parade on the north side. The drinking started at 10am with Dani then we met up with L and her college friends to continue the party to the streets. The parade was FABULOUS! It was my first time going but there is a gianormous buzz in the straight community about what a great party it is. And it was. The drinking continued through out. We eventually ended up in a bar/restaurant for food around 3. And a round of shots. And cocktails. Once the orders were placed, I texted C. Something not so clever, or nice, more or less: you. me. sex. Very barbaric. BUT I had just finished my time of the month...
From what I can remember he was less than thrilled to meet up. The north side was still a mess with drunks (me being one of them). I balked at his response. How could he say no to all of this?!? And I think I was a little rude. Can't remember. And drunk-ass me deleted the texts immediately once it was settled.
Now, 4 days post-parade I still haven't heard from him. My first reaction on Monday was, whatever. Tuesday it was: I bet I was annoying this weekend with the drunken texts. By Wednesday: He must be a little pissed with me. Today: Something is a-miss.
In spite of myself I texted him around noon. It was simple and to the point: silent treatment or really busy working. I got my answer: both. Followed by "we can talk later".
GGGGggggrrrrreeeeaaaatttt......
Ugh, even rehashing this stuff makes my chest hurt. Bah.
My guess he is going to say that he likes me but not when I'm drunk OR drunk with a couple of friends. I'm betting on it. And he has the upper hand of course, because: 1) he has a pretty darn good memory, 2) its likely he kept whatever ammunition (the alleged texts!) to confront with me, and 3) I don't think he was drunk (at all).
I'm not looking forward to it. But I am hoping he calls to straighten whatever this is out.
I suppose I should get in the shower; its 4:20 and he will likely call around 5. Hopefully the shower will wash some of this dread away...
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
This is your life; This is your life on Sangria...
Red. Fruity. Cold. And delicious. Its hard to say no. Its hard to stop. ESPECIALLY when your favorite local Mexican joint serves them up to you freely - yes, FREELY - because you know the bartender.
Sangria is a summer staple and the kick off to any night spent in the 'ville. And on those "any nights" many random things would happen. Usually with my girl S. And it would typically lead to trouble...although I can not remember most of the trouble that occurred. At all. And neither can she...for the most part* which led us to making the below conclusion:
(An excerpt from my life in email)
Me: You know what I just realized. A's shower is the day after KS birthday party. Do you remember what time its at?
S: Yea...I remembered that. Its at 12pm....
S: If you don't want to go to KS thing because of the shower that's understandable. I'll probably keep it low key that night so I can drive home or wake up early & not hungover to get to the shower on time.
Me: I'm still in for KS. I'll just have to remember & watch myself is all.
S: Yea, knowing we have to be up and out early will stop us from getting crazy-crazy...although it is fun when we do!
Me: Definitely. No Sangria - it will have to be the rule
S: Ummmm yea. Sangria, aka "liquid trouble", "nectar of the devil", "the beginning of a great evening", will not be consumed in order for us to maintain our lady-like manners.
Me: Awesome.
*Although I suspect that she remembers a lot more than she lets on. She may just be purposely forgetting labeling it as a black out. Smart lady that S.
Sangria is a summer staple and the kick off to any night spent in the 'ville. And on those "any nights" many random things would happen. Usually with my girl S. And it would typically lead to trouble...although I can not remember most of the trouble that occurred. At all. And neither can she...for the most part* which led us to making the below conclusion:
(An excerpt from my life in email)
Me: You know what I just realized. A's shower is the day after KS birthday party. Do you remember what time its at?
S: Yea...I remembered that. Its at 12pm....
S: If you don't want to go to KS thing because of the shower that's understandable. I'll probably keep it low key that night so I can drive home or wake up early & not hungover to get to the shower on time.
Me: I'm still in for KS. I'll just have to remember & watch myself is all.
S: Yea, knowing we have to be up and out early will stop us from getting crazy-crazy...although it is fun when we do!
Me: Definitely. No Sangria - it will have to be the rule
S: Ummmm yea. Sangria, aka "liquid trouble", "nectar of the devil", "the beginning of a great evening", will not be consumed in order for us to maintain our lady-like manners.
Me: Awesome.
*Although I suspect that she remembers a lot more than she lets on. She may just be purposely forgetting labeling it as a black out. Smart lady that S.
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