Drunk Dialing 101

I had another post started yesterday, but upon re-reading it decided it was a little depressing, even for me. So, we are trying again.

Went and saw The Killers show on Monday. It was a great show. It was however hot as HELL in that place. I mean like, my jeans were sticking to every pore in my skin, there was a thin sheen of condensation on the floor that didn't come from spilled drinks -- just all the wetness in the air from the 2000 + people sweating their balls off. On the upside, I only had a few drinks and left the show totally sober as I sweated out all the liquid that I consumed almost instantly. I took a cold shower when I got home -- that should tell you something.

Which segues so nicely into our topic of the day.
Now, as is well documented among these many posts, I am in my early thirties. Now this belies a certain sense of responsibility and grown-up-ness.
Clearly, I have you all fooled. Well, some of you anyway.
Either that, or dating someone who routinely acts like a 2 year old has lowered my mental age down to that of a drunken college sophomore -- in their first semester no less.
So as was noted, I had (emphasis on HAD) been doing a decent amount of drinking. I have -- I am please to report -- been much better in recent weeks (ok, one week, maybe one and half -- this is my party, let me take solace where I can). But I think it is fair to point out that even in my various drunken states, I have NOT partaken in the below documented behaviour.

I got home from the show on Monday night, took the aforementioned cold shower and then read for about 10/15 minutes before going to bed. So, it was probably about midnight when I hit the pillow.

Fast forward an hour --
ACTUALLY -- REWIND TO FRIDAY.
Forgot to tell you about this one.... Met up with Martine for lunch at the Cafe last Friday. Beautiful day, ate outside, had a nice time. Prior to leaving, I excused myself to use the ladies room and as I was coming out, I see Joe's dad having lunch. Now. I am as I said, in my early 3o's. So, I wasn't just going to ignore him. Seemed rude. I have no issue with Rick -- or anyone in that family. Quite the contrary, I like them all immensely. I stopped and said hi. We exchanged some brief pleasantries before he got to the meat of the matter.

So, what is up with my deadbeat son?

For those of you that haven't taken a grammar lesson in awhile, that is a direct quote. Sorta took me a minute to respond. I mean, this was his dad calling him out. So I was kind and said not sure, blah, blah. Basically said nice to see you, I will let you get back to your lunch. And he was like, good to see you -- Keep at it.

Ok, so NOW fast forward BACK to Monday night one hour past my previously mentioned bedtime of midnight.
Cell phone rings with a text message indicator.
Wakes me up.
It is Joe.
Drunk Texting me.
AWESOME.
Apologizing, telling me he misses me, he has been an asshole ...
So on and so forth.
And this happened last week as well.
All the while I am am thinking,
1. Why did I respond?
2. Its 1:30 in the freakin' morning.
3. This is so 'i-am-a-sophomore-in-college-drunk-dialing' moment. I say this because all my other in their early 30's friends are soundly asleep, not being bothered by crap like this.

Of course, we resolved nothing. As I mentioned this was drunk texting. So, I give him the window yesterday with a voicemail.
**Please no Dr. Phil commentary on why I shouldn't have even answered the text, much less called him the next day**
I said, in summary, I think we have some things to discuss that need both parties SOBER. Please give me a buzz and we can go from there.
I got nuthin' in return.
serves me right.

WTF?
You boys, you think you know what you want, and then you change your mind like 8,000 times along the way.
BUT you reserve the right to call and ask to come over anyway?
Gutsy move I will give you that.
STUPID AS ALL HELL.
But gutsy.
Narf.
So here we are. Back to the drama. Not sure where this is all going to lead to. Any ones guess is fair game at this point.

So stay tuned. Same bat channel, same bat time next week. As I am SURE I have not heard the last of this one.
Out.

Now Listening: The Loon by Tapes N' Tapes

Fat Thursday

I am having a fat day.
Check that, a fat week.
Perhaps really a fat year to date as of right now.
So, what you ask, am I doing about said fattyness?? Besides eating a brownie RIGHT NOW??
Well,
Eating too much
Drinking too much
Exercising not at all.
It really is a winning combo. I have always said if you are going to do something, do it right. In that respect, I am kicking some serious not-skinny ass.

Bygones.
Moving on.

Why is it that you can have several weekends with nothing going on except the usual catch up on sleep/housecleaning/assorted domestics and then in a single day have the following:

• Bachelorette Party
• Birthday Party
• Graduation Party
• Cool City Event

I mean really. I have considered clones, not going to ANY of it, trying to do ALL of it and everything in between. My saving grace right now is that Courtney is coming up this weekend, so worse case -- I blame her for not being able to make an appearance at any of the functions that I don't make an appearance for.

What for else?

Slight update on the I am breaking up with my boyfriend front -- however, holding a full post until I have an idea of where said update is taking things. Lets just say, timing is everything and as usual my timing (his timing?) SUCKS and that late nights, text messages and assorted whatever was involved. Stoopid boys.

I should get back to it. I would like to get home at a reasonable time in order to mow my yard which I have affectionately started calling my urban jungle.

Now Playing: Unplayed Piano by Damien Rice

Somebody has a case of the Monday's....

And it would be me.
Something about a rainy day just makes me want to stay in bed. Or at least migrate to the couch and just watch movies or something.

So Patrick is due back in the country at some point this week. Managed to get some R&R already. Which, if you ask me -- and for some reason the Joint Chiefs of Staff never bother to call me and ask my opinion on things -- is going to make for a LONG year tour when he gets back.
But, silver lining and all -- he gets to visit. Courtney is coming up for a visit as well. Which means I spent the better part of the weekend on cleaning house. And not sure that I got nearly enough done.
Bygones.
What else??

Congrats to my cousin Dan and his wife, Beth. Found out last night that they will be new parents sometime in the winter. Awesome for them. Of course, this has only fueled my mother's ever growing demands for grand-babies of her own.
I told her if she wanted fat, Irish grand babies, she should have said something sooner, as her window of opportunity has now passed.
That killed that conversation PRETTY quickly.

I am sure that I should have more to report.
Oh - small moral victory for meghan this past week.
Unbeknowst (sp?) to me, Joe's dad came into the Cafe on Friday for lunch. As he always does.
My friend Lisa was waiting on him and basically said to him "I am mad at your son". His response, "Yes, so are we." and then something about that being said, you can't live your kids lives for them. So, I get his family vote.
It seems like a slightly hollow victory, but I shall take it anyway.
Petty. yes.
Cheap. slightly
Confidence booster. you bet.

Ok - now that I am done with lunch, it is time to get back to work.
I need to get out of here at a normal hour today to finish up the aforementioned house cleaning/laundry as I have no EARTHLY idea when my brother is going to get here. Sometime between today and Saturday.
I hate people that can't plan better than that.

Now Listening: I Trust You To Kill Me by Rocco DeLuca and the Burden

Bitter, Jaded and slightly road raged

Where to start today?
Hm. Lets see.
Work is a disaster this week. This project that I am working on has gone as wrong as wrong can be. And its only Tuesday.
So, last night I decided to try a new approach to dealing with the stress.
I went to yoga class. I had purchased a package at a charity event a few weeks ago and decided it was time to get my ass in gear.
So I went. It was good. I am as always amazed at a few things:
1. I am TOTALLY out of shape.
2. My left side -- way stronger than the right. Which is odd to me, as I am right handed.
3. One would not expect an hour of breathing to cause your muscles to be sore -- see comment #1.

So, here I was. Slightly more centered, having done something good for myself.
I get home, watched some TV, blah blah. Go upstairs to read for a bit.
Turned on the radio as I had left my iPod at work and things went south from there.
Was listening to 106.3 as they play lots of music and keep the talking to a bare minimum.
Here is what I discovered. If you want to hear a TON of music about relationships that suck, being in love, falling out of love and general tug at the heart strings, this is the station for you.
If, like me, you are looking for the station for pissy women, then this would have NOT been the type of music you wanted in the background.
Ugh. Where is Ani DiFranco when you need her?
So then I couldn't get to bed.
And then once I did get to bed, I couldn't stay asleep.

And then, this morning I woke up, and apparently centered myself into a cold sore.
I must have let loose something with all that damn breathing and it has manifested as fungus on my face.
Hotness.

So in summary:

• work is crap
• tired from not being able to sleep
• slightly depressed at all the annoying music on the radio
• a little PMS-y - ok, maybe a LOT

And to top it off, got stuck behind two cars on the way to work that clearly did not know that the speed limit was in fact ABOVE 50 MPH.
Not a good start to the day.
So, back to the grind I go...


Now Listening: How We Operate by Gomez