Saturday in my attempt of being low key and regaining full consciousness and sobriety, I attempted to watch one of my latest blockbuster rentals, Shark vs. Eagle.
I mustered through twenty minutes. Twenty Minutes. It was that bad.
However, on a side note, that twenty minute movie became a twenty minute conversation with MD over dinner. I couldn't stop laughing. He clearly couldn't fathom the absurdity of the movie. I guess I'm not really that good of a story teller afterall. So when we got home, I had to put in the movie to show it to him.
You see, in that first twenty minutes there was the hottest sex scene you will ever witness in an R rated movie. Seriously, it could have been XXX rated. OK, NOT. I'm seriously kidding. Don't get all excited and think that you have to go out and rent the movie. Long story short, the girl goes to an animal costume party as a shark to the boy's party, Eagle, whom she likes. They end up in his bedroom which is beyond awkward as he shows her all of his geeky, nerdy inventions that if he doesn't continue to make, he will die. He then sits on the bed and asks if she wants to kiss. Yes. He then asks if she wants to lay down to kiss. Yes. Mind you, all while she has a shark costume enveloping her entire body and head and he has on a big eagle head costume that has a beak across the center of his forehead! He then asks if she wants to have sex. Yep. He takes off his headdress, she continues to be in her costume. Thank god for safe sex - he turns away and attempt two of a condom is successful. He then mounts her, fully dressed under the covers while she lays there fully dressed in her shark costume, but had apparently pulled down her under garments. And then within minutes it was done. End of scene.
The movie didn't get any better...actually I think that was the highlight!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Party Like A Rockstar
I'm definitely too old to Party Like A Rockstar. Last week as I was out of town for two nights for training, I had the opportunity to go out. JN and I went out four nights last week. Regardless of several of them being low key, just a couple drinks, they were still out of the norm for me. Thursday night, my son stayed overnight at a friend's house, so I had a rare opportunity to go out again, especially since I had Friday off work.
I met JN and her friend for dinner and drinks. The bar became busy rather quickly. All three of us are single, although other than not dating, there isn't anything single about me. I'm not interested in meeting anyone right now. JN's friend asked me if I was into women since I said I was really anti-men for the time being. Maybe not truly anti-men, just anti-dating. JN and her friend scoped out the bar and talked with numerous men. I held down the table. I did approach a table of guys that JN had met who were in the heating and cooling business. I had questions to ask about my air conditioning! Again, I think I threw them off that they thought it was an initial pick up line and then when they realized it wasn't and that was all I wanted, they were more disappointed. But I left the table as quickly as I had come, once I got the information I wanted. Because, I'm good like that!
When I got home on Thursday night, I wasn't ready to be home. I wanted to go out and as JN said, I should "pimp" myself out at the bar by going solo. No thanks. JC and I were online at the same time and discussed going out for a drink, but everything was closed and then we weren't able to come up with a plan after two hours, so we spent the next two hours on the phone. Sad.
Friday night, was definitely another story. I wasn't driving, so that didn't help matters of my sanity. We went to a bar that had an 80's band. I was trying to get my friend to pick up some hot chicks since the bar seemed like it was 90% females, he had the pick of the crop - but he wasn't interested. We had a good time and we left the bar and headed to a brewery for last call. I should have known better. We had peach and apple cider. Not as good as my hometown brewery's berry, but the peach was OK. I should have recalled the Friday night before how I did myself in with Cider. But afterall that was so last week!
Needless to say, I paid the price. I was half passed out for most of the way home. I had managed before leaving the bar to throw away one contact that was too dry and annoying. I got the second one out at the house. I changed into my pj's and crawled into bed. The alarm went off the next morning along with the constant deafening pounding in my head! I had to be at the ball fields by 9a.m. The shower was all too quick and none refreshing. I knew if I just managed to get sick, I would feel better. Fortunately that happened in the third inning of the first game.
Three games later, I was still feeling out of it. Didn't help that I was cold most of the day despite the jeans and long sleeve shirt. Also didn't help that another mom was screaming bloody murder and cheering at every play. Penance. Penance People.
Of course I managed to pull it together after a brief nap late in the afternoon. Went out again that night but even I couldn't muster more than two sips of a beer.
I clearly am too old to even think of partying like a rockstar let alone try!
I met JN and her friend for dinner and drinks. The bar became busy rather quickly. All three of us are single, although other than not dating, there isn't anything single about me. I'm not interested in meeting anyone right now. JN's friend asked me if I was into women since I said I was really anti-men for the time being. Maybe not truly anti-men, just anti-dating. JN and her friend scoped out the bar and talked with numerous men. I held down the table. I did approach a table of guys that JN had met who were in the heating and cooling business. I had questions to ask about my air conditioning! Again, I think I threw them off that they thought it was an initial pick up line and then when they realized it wasn't and that was all I wanted, they were more disappointed. But I left the table as quickly as I had come, once I got the information I wanted. Because, I'm good like that!
When I got home on Thursday night, I wasn't ready to be home. I wanted to go out and as JN said, I should "pimp" myself out at the bar by going solo. No thanks. JC and I were online at the same time and discussed going out for a drink, but everything was closed and then we weren't able to come up with a plan after two hours, so we spent the next two hours on the phone. Sad.
Friday night, was definitely another story. I wasn't driving, so that didn't help matters of my sanity. We went to a bar that had an 80's band. I was trying to get my friend to pick up some hot chicks since the bar seemed like it was 90% females, he had the pick of the crop - but he wasn't interested. We had a good time and we left the bar and headed to a brewery for last call. I should have known better. We had peach and apple cider. Not as good as my hometown brewery's berry, but the peach was OK. I should have recalled the Friday night before how I did myself in with Cider. But afterall that was so last week!
Needless to say, I paid the price. I was half passed out for most of the way home. I had managed before leaving the bar to throw away one contact that was too dry and annoying. I got the second one out at the house. I changed into my pj's and crawled into bed. The alarm went off the next morning along with the constant deafening pounding in my head! I had to be at the ball fields by 9a.m. The shower was all too quick and none refreshing. I knew if I just managed to get sick, I would feel better. Fortunately that happened in the third inning of the first game.
Three games later, I was still feeling out of it. Didn't help that I was cold most of the day despite the jeans and long sleeve shirt. Also didn't help that another mom was screaming bloody murder and cheering at every play. Penance. Penance People.
Of course I managed to pull it together after a brief nap late in the afternoon. Went out again that night but even I couldn't muster more than two sips of a beer.
I clearly am too old to even think of partying like a rockstar let alone try!
Blind Date
As I mentioned in the previous blog, after MF and I decided to go out on a date, I had a blind date.
LK and I did everything together that summer. I set her up with several different friends of guys that I was dating. We went on numerous group dates. Never once had I been on the receiving end of a setup, until...
LK was dating someone and she wanted me to join them along with his friend. I told her I didn't want to go. I didn't want to meet anyone, but she told me I owed her. It only made matters worse when MF and I made a date, I definitely didn't want to go. I wanted to back out of the date, but that wasn't an option. So we decided to...drink.
I wasn't a rebel by any means. I never did drugs, despite having them readily available around me if I was interested. LK and I kept each other out of trouble when we were together, since at different times we were interested in trying PCP or Acid or pot. I never did - especially after my boyfriend had a serious reaction and I thought he was going to die. Experimentation wasn't worth life. But alcohol, that was a different story.
I can't even recall the names of the boys that we went out with that night. I know that they were picking us up at my house. LK and I decided, likely I convinced her, that we should do shots to help enjoy the dreaded evening more. She did vodka and I believe I did Gin. Afterall we couldn't drink too much of one thing to have my parents notice (which my mom confronted me on at a later date and I denied it profusely and turned it back on her. Whether she believed me or not - I thought I was convincing - I never did get in trouble!). My memory recalls that I did eleven shots and she did nine in half an hour. Looking back, I don't know how we didn't get alcohol poisoning. Maybe the nasty alcohol had already been watered down by my older brother!
Needless to say, we were wasted. The boys couldn't find the house. We walked around the block and managed to get them to the house. We went to play indoor miniature golf. As usual, I had borrowed one of LK's tops. I still remember some of that evening as if it were yesterday.
There was a hole with a water hazard. I remember trying hard to stand straight and not slur my words. I was laughing uncontrollably. The guys asked us repeatedly if we had been drinking which we denied the entire evening. Were they really that gullible? I warned everyone about the water hazard and then I hit my ball directly into the water. I went over to pick up the several balls in the water and lost my balance. I seriously fell into the water of an indoor miniature golf course! Fortunately I didn't submerse into the several inches of water and only managed to get my arm wet as I caught myself.
The Manager and/or owner came over to us. She proceeded to get very angry and said that our kind wasn't welcome there. OUR KIND? Mind you, I was a lot precocious and confrontational so instead of backing down, I got mouthy. What did she mean by our kind? Our kind as in beautiful? As in young? She stammered. She stuttered. She became angry. I continued to go off on her and I can only imagine how foolish, cocky and red faced I had become. I told her that we had paid and that we were playing golf. Needless to say, we were able to stay and finish. I never once returned back to play indoor mini golf there again!
I don't recall exactly what happened the remainder of the night. I know that my blind date was interested and I wanted just as much to erase ever meeting him from my life before we met as after. He really was a tool and took a while of saying no to get him to understand I wouldn't date him again.
To this day, I've never gone on another blind date and I've never been so foolish to attempt to see how many shots I could do in a certain time frame, especially to avoid doing something!
LK and I did everything together that summer. I set her up with several different friends of guys that I was dating. We went on numerous group dates. Never once had I been on the receiving end of a setup, until...
LK was dating someone and she wanted me to join them along with his friend. I told her I didn't want to go. I didn't want to meet anyone, but she told me I owed her. It only made matters worse when MF and I made a date, I definitely didn't want to go. I wanted to back out of the date, but that wasn't an option. So we decided to...drink.
I wasn't a rebel by any means. I never did drugs, despite having them readily available around me if I was interested. LK and I kept each other out of trouble when we were together, since at different times we were interested in trying PCP or Acid or pot. I never did - especially after my boyfriend had a serious reaction and I thought he was going to die. Experimentation wasn't worth life. But alcohol, that was a different story.
I can't even recall the names of the boys that we went out with that night. I know that they were picking us up at my house. LK and I decided, likely I convinced her, that we should do shots to help enjoy the dreaded evening more. She did vodka and I believe I did Gin. Afterall we couldn't drink too much of one thing to have my parents notice (which my mom confronted me on at a later date and I denied it profusely and turned it back on her. Whether she believed me or not - I thought I was convincing - I never did get in trouble!). My memory recalls that I did eleven shots and she did nine in half an hour. Looking back, I don't know how we didn't get alcohol poisoning. Maybe the nasty alcohol had already been watered down by my older brother!
Needless to say, we were wasted. The boys couldn't find the house. We walked around the block and managed to get them to the house. We went to play indoor miniature golf. As usual, I had borrowed one of LK's tops. I still remember some of that evening as if it were yesterday.
There was a hole with a water hazard. I remember trying hard to stand straight and not slur my words. I was laughing uncontrollably. The guys asked us repeatedly if we had been drinking which we denied the entire evening. Were they really that gullible? I warned everyone about the water hazard and then I hit my ball directly into the water. I went over to pick up the several balls in the water and lost my balance. I seriously fell into the water of an indoor miniature golf course! Fortunately I didn't submerse into the several inches of water and only managed to get my arm wet as I caught myself.
The Manager and/or owner came over to us. She proceeded to get very angry and said that our kind wasn't welcome there. OUR KIND? Mind you, I was a lot precocious and confrontational so instead of backing down, I got mouthy. What did she mean by our kind? Our kind as in beautiful? As in young? She stammered. She stuttered. She became angry. I continued to go off on her and I can only imagine how foolish, cocky and red faced I had become. I told her that we had paid and that we were playing golf. Needless to say, we were able to stay and finish. I never once returned back to play indoor mini golf there again!
I don't recall exactly what happened the remainder of the night. I know that my blind date was interested and I wanted just as much to erase ever meeting him from my life before we met as after. He really was a tool and took a while of saying no to get him to understand I wouldn't date him again.
To this day, I've never gone on another blind date and I've never been so foolish to attempt to see how many shots I could do in a certain time frame, especially to avoid doing something!
Demanding & Dating Disolution
My brother participated in his 20 year reunion last weekend, which brought him and his family back to Michigan for a visit. On a quick visit, I was able to spend some time with them on Sunday, returning later in the week for a longer visit. I had heard from another person to ask my brother about a conversation he had with a high school friend and that I would find it really funny. Maybe it's the Social Worker in me, I didn't find it funny; however, what I did find intriguing was something rather unrelated to my brother's conversation with him and his life, it was about me.
My brother's friend, RF had a younger brother, my age MF. MF and I met in high school as we went to different Junior High's (aka Middle Schools). I instantly liked MF. I found him oddly intriguing and funny as hell. We laughed and joked and flirted in my tomboyish way throughout the years of high school. I suppose in some way I always wondered what it would be like to date MF, but never really all that interested. Our Freshman year we were on the ski team together, so we spent a significant amount of time together that winter as well as the next. I didn't have my first date, with anyone, until my Sophomore year, which incidentally was not with MF. MF and I graduated 17 years ago, 1992. That was a long time ago to remember details, but I recall that we remained distant friends, pals, chums throughout high school. He wasn't really a crush. He wasn't someone that I thought I could easily fall in love with, but someone that in a chummy way, we were equally as awkward and annoying and had the same sarcastic sense of humor that we enjoyed each other's company.
Somehow that summer after graduation, we found each other in the same spot and neither of us were dating. I can't tell you the specifics, it really wasn't that memorable. What I do recall, is that he asked me out and I said yes. And then became the most memorable BLIND DATE story of my LIFE. AND ONLY. I'll blog about that later.
MF and I went out. I don't recall it being anything of importance. Maybe we were too close as friends to try the dating thing. It was the summer before I was going away to college across the state. I believe he was staying at home to attend the Community College. I recall one night laying in a tent in his yard talking through the night about his relationship with his ex-girlfriend. I think it happened! I recall we talked about going to the zoo but I don't remember that we ever did. I left for school a week or two after we went out. I didn't have a car on campus. He came to visit me one weekend. We slept in the same bed, but nothing happened. Other than that, I recall nothing. No feelings of remorse. No feelings of sadness. Just was. I was 2.5 hours away at college and wanted to experience college life. That was it.
I saw MF at our 10 year reunion. I was unhappily married and putting on a great front at the reunion since we were actually getting along that evening, for a minute. MF and I chatted and he told me that he was a firefighter and his girlfriend recently proposed. He wasn't sure that he wanted to marry her. I remember thinking that was odd. One thing I remember about MF was his fettish with using Q-tips to clean his belly button. In the recesses of my mind, whenever I think of belly button lint I think of him. I don't recall anything else and I haven't heard anything about MF since, until Sunday that is.
See RF and my brother had a conversation. RF told my brother that the dumbest thing his brother has ever done was to not continue dating ME. WHAT? My brother, keeping with the conversation asked him why we had stopped dating (mind you - I don't even know - we weren't really dating!) and he said that he thought it was because I was too demanding. My brother said he just said that he could see that. DEMANDING?
In the scheme of things, I wonder how a conversation 17 years later about a several week dating relationship could have meant that I was demanding. But maybe, we have characteristics that are developed very early on and I truly am demanding. My recollection is nothing of the sort. Not to say that we all see things equally, absolutely not. We all have our own perceptions of how things happened, right or wrong.
Regardless, it's ironic nonetheless why MF's older brother and mine would have an initial conversation about their younger siblings more than 17 years ago. I wonder what MF is doing now. I truly hope that he is doing fabulously well, married or not.
My brother's friend, RF had a younger brother, my age MF. MF and I met in high school as we went to different Junior High's (aka Middle Schools). I instantly liked MF. I found him oddly intriguing and funny as hell. We laughed and joked and flirted in my tomboyish way throughout the years of high school. I suppose in some way I always wondered what it would be like to date MF, but never really all that interested. Our Freshman year we were on the ski team together, so we spent a significant amount of time together that winter as well as the next. I didn't have my first date, with anyone, until my Sophomore year, which incidentally was not with MF. MF and I graduated 17 years ago, 1992. That was a long time ago to remember details, but I recall that we remained distant friends, pals, chums throughout high school. He wasn't really a crush. He wasn't someone that I thought I could easily fall in love with, but someone that in a chummy way, we were equally as awkward and annoying and had the same sarcastic sense of humor that we enjoyed each other's company.
Somehow that summer after graduation, we found each other in the same spot and neither of us were dating. I can't tell you the specifics, it really wasn't that memorable. What I do recall, is that he asked me out and I said yes. And then became the most memorable BLIND DATE story of my LIFE. AND ONLY. I'll blog about that later.
MF and I went out. I don't recall it being anything of importance. Maybe we were too close as friends to try the dating thing. It was the summer before I was going away to college across the state. I believe he was staying at home to attend the Community College. I recall one night laying in a tent in his yard talking through the night about his relationship with his ex-girlfriend. I think it happened! I recall we talked about going to the zoo but I don't remember that we ever did. I left for school a week or two after we went out. I didn't have a car on campus. He came to visit me one weekend. We slept in the same bed, but nothing happened. Other than that, I recall nothing. No feelings of remorse. No feelings of sadness. Just was. I was 2.5 hours away at college and wanted to experience college life. That was it.
I saw MF at our 10 year reunion. I was unhappily married and putting on a great front at the reunion since we were actually getting along that evening, for a minute. MF and I chatted and he told me that he was a firefighter and his girlfriend recently proposed. He wasn't sure that he wanted to marry her. I remember thinking that was odd. One thing I remember about MF was his fettish with using Q-tips to clean his belly button. In the recesses of my mind, whenever I think of belly button lint I think of him. I don't recall anything else and I haven't heard anything about MF since, until Sunday that is.
See RF and my brother had a conversation. RF told my brother that the dumbest thing his brother has ever done was to not continue dating ME. WHAT? My brother, keeping with the conversation asked him why we had stopped dating (mind you - I don't even know - we weren't really dating!) and he said that he thought it was because I was too demanding. My brother said he just said that he could see that. DEMANDING?
In the scheme of things, I wonder how a conversation 17 years later about a several week dating relationship could have meant that I was demanding. But maybe, we have characteristics that are developed very early on and I truly am demanding. My recollection is nothing of the sort. Not to say that we all see things equally, absolutely not. We all have our own perceptions of how things happened, right or wrong.
Regardless, it's ironic nonetheless why MF's older brother and mine would have an initial conversation about their younger siblings more than 17 years ago. I wonder what MF is doing now. I truly hope that he is doing fabulously well, married or not.
Closing Doors
I told myself that I would make a point of no longer blogging about JC. In some aspects, it seems like so long ago when we had our final talk and decided to part ways and yet others, not so much. There are some days when I'm fine. Really, fine. And others, that hit me harder. I'm not sure what is the most difficult about an ending relationship - the lack of closure, moving on, or failure.
Seldom do I find myself in the need to move on completely. Not that I keep doors open, but I suppose not fully closing them either. A friend of mine on Sunday asked me if I was still dating JC. I told him no. He asked if we were still talking which I said a little. He then confirmed that we would date again. But honestly, this is one of those rare times where I believe that we won't. Whether it's our personalities or stubbornness or what have you, it just doesn't seem likely. We have only talked on the phone a few times in the past couple weeks, which was our main means of communicating. We instant message briefly on rare occasions as well. I'm doing my best to not be interested any longer in his races and how he does, but these are the moments and times I find most difficult. That I want to be there to watch him, even if I'm not with him. And then, the thoughts that I'm becoming a stalker instead of a friend run rampant. How am I to decipher the difference? What is that fine line? And maybe stalking is severe, but if I wasn't personally invited and I don't know if I would be welcome, why would or should I go?
I've been keeping really busy the past couple weeks, which has helped out tremendously; however, I know that I need to process the relationship fully to really truly move on. Regardless, closing doors is difficult. Especially closing doors on people that you care for and love.
Seldom do I find myself in the need to move on completely. Not that I keep doors open, but I suppose not fully closing them either. A friend of mine on Sunday asked me if I was still dating JC. I told him no. He asked if we were still talking which I said a little. He then confirmed that we would date again. But honestly, this is one of those rare times where I believe that we won't. Whether it's our personalities or stubbornness or what have you, it just doesn't seem likely. We have only talked on the phone a few times in the past couple weeks, which was our main means of communicating. We instant message briefly on rare occasions as well. I'm doing my best to not be interested any longer in his races and how he does, but these are the moments and times I find most difficult. That I want to be there to watch him, even if I'm not with him. And then, the thoughts that I'm becoming a stalker instead of a friend run rampant. How am I to decipher the difference? What is that fine line? And maybe stalking is severe, but if I wasn't personally invited and I don't know if I would be welcome, why would or should I go?
I've been keeping really busy the past couple weeks, which has helped out tremendously; however, I know that I need to process the relationship fully to really truly move on. Regardless, closing doors is difficult. Especially closing doors on people that you care for and love.
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