People, I love people. I'm not big on hanging out with people I don't know. Consequently, it's hard to make new friends. My wonderful, loving and understanding boyfriend asked that I accompany him to a work friends party with a few other couples. Uuuhhhgg, he's so sweet but, yuck i don't wanna go. But, I do go cuz he wants me to and I know it will be good for me. We arrive, say our hellos, see the house bah, blah, blah. I used to also work with this guy so, with him I am comfortable. I've been hearing for months about his rich girlfriend etc. etc.
As we walk in Valerie (the rich girl) and the other couple are sitting around the kitchen table. Jon introduces us etc. He asks Valerie if we could all go sit on the couches so there would be more room. She responded, "you can go sit on the fucking couch." So we do.
For about 20 minutes we sit on the couch and hmm and haaa over his new huge T.V. which my boyfriend, Aaron is really drooling over. Then Valerie comes in and tells us there are jalapeno poppers on the stove if we want them. Then she leaves.
We promptly get up to try these poppers. They make room for us at the table. They are playing some sort of drinking card game. I sit down and they talk about the game and how to play etc. Mostly because Aaron has aked. Then they turn to me and say, it's your turn. I smile and laugh and say oh, I'm not playing. Like of course I'm not playing. Valerie responds, "Oh yes you are!" Hmmm? Let's see, I haven't been pressured to drink since before I was legal to drink. Um what the Hell? I now hate her even more than I did when she sentenced us to the t.v. room refusing to let us all hang together. Now I get to hang out with her but, I must pay.
Now not only am I hanging out with people I don't know, I'm also playing a fucking drinking game, while I'm having to learn a fucking card game. I hate hate hate this night. I don't do good with numbers when I'm sober. Never the less.....Ahhhhhhhh!
Well, cutting to the chase, I end up having to "ride the bus"??? which apparently means you're getting fucking drunk now! My amazing b.f. tells the whole group that I'm gonna "pass" the bus ride to him. He takes like 25 drinks for me!
I love love love love that man!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Noah's cause
Noah Wylie wants me to save the Polar Bears because they are losing ground/ice and the cubs have no food. Well Noah, this world won't even save fellow humans from starvation so I think those Polar Cubs are on their own!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Adventures with Jane
A Summary
Once I lived with a dear friend whom I love and will always love. We are forever bonded as sisters. She is also a very interesting woman. I have many Jane stories. I will share with you a few of them. Jane had a unique way of bossing me around to no end. I am of course very stubborn and independent. I do not like to be told what to do. She never let this get in her way.
Move Out Day
Once Jane was moving to another city. This was one of the many attempts to move out. Twice before she had her stuff packed and ready and then on move out day decided to stay. Each attempt left me with less and less of my own items. Jane packed up 90% of her stuff and about 25% of mine. She was never trying to take my things she just truly believed they were hers. Sometimes she would sweetly look at an item, ponder for a bit and then say, "I'm just going to give this to you", I would smile and say, "thanks because it is mine." Another time she had a pile ready to take to Goodwill and told me to look through it to see if there was anything I wanted. I found several of my things in the pile. It was amusing and insulting that not only were my things not good enough for her to take with her but, she would rather give them away than keep them.
Happy Birthday To Us
Mine and Jane's birthdays are within weeks of each other. So, every year I get to share my birthday with her but, this usually means celebrating it 2 weeks early. I'm not big on huge groups of people. I'd rather spend time with a small intimate group of friends I truly enjoy. Jane, has quite literally never met a stranger! So, we always hold a huge party for "us" on her birthday. Everyone goes around telling me "Happy Birthday" and I feel inclined to tell them "well, it isn't really my birthday yet but, thank you." I feel strange, this should be her day it's not mine. I feel obligated to tell people it isn't really my birthday. The root of all this is that I want my birthday to be mine. I wouldn't want to share the day with anyone who wasn't actually born on that day. So, then 2 weeks later it's my birthday and no one extra calls because they think I've already had my birthday. This is fine, like I said I like small groups. I usually plan dinner at my favorite restaurant with my closest friends. Jane will always come and bring a few people I barely know. My favorite year was when she so sweetly held a toast. She raised her voice and her glass to wish a very special "Happy Birthday to us!" It's always the Jane show.
Once I lived with a dear friend whom I love and will always love. We are forever bonded as sisters. She is also a very interesting woman. I have many Jane stories. I will share with you a few of them. Jane had a unique way of bossing me around to no end. I am of course very stubborn and independent. I do not like to be told what to do. She never let this get in her way.
Move Out Day
Once Jane was moving to another city. This was one of the many attempts to move out. Twice before she had her stuff packed and ready and then on move out day decided to stay. Each attempt left me with less and less of my own items. Jane packed up 90% of her stuff and about 25% of mine. She was never trying to take my things she just truly believed they were hers. Sometimes she would sweetly look at an item, ponder for a bit and then say, "I'm just going to give this to you", I would smile and say, "thanks because it is mine." Another time she had a pile ready to take to Goodwill and told me to look through it to see if there was anything I wanted. I found several of my things in the pile. It was amusing and insulting that not only were my things not good enough for her to take with her but, she would rather give them away than keep them.
Happy Birthday To Us
Mine and Jane's birthdays are within weeks of each other. So, every year I get to share my birthday with her but, this usually means celebrating it 2 weeks early. I'm not big on huge groups of people. I'd rather spend time with a small intimate group of friends I truly enjoy. Jane, has quite literally never met a stranger! So, we always hold a huge party for "us" on her birthday. Everyone goes around telling me "Happy Birthday" and I feel inclined to tell them "well, it isn't really my birthday yet but, thank you." I feel strange, this should be her day it's not mine. I feel obligated to tell people it isn't really my birthday. The root of all this is that I want my birthday to be mine. I wouldn't want to share the day with anyone who wasn't actually born on that day. So, then 2 weeks later it's my birthday and no one extra calls because they think I've already had my birthday. This is fine, like I said I like small groups. I usually plan dinner at my favorite restaurant with my closest friends. Jane will always come and bring a few people I barely know. My favorite year was when she so sweetly held a toast. She raised her voice and her glass to wish a very special "Happy Birthday to us!" It's always the Jane show.
The one thing you should know about me is that I am stubborn. Stubborn like you would not believe. My stubbornness has plagued my life since before I can even remember. That's the thing about being stubborn, you can't just let it go, you're way to stubborn for that. Even when I was in elementary school before you really got letter grades, we got conduct grades. I was a sweet child who always did as she was told. I received mostly "E" s for Excellent but at the end of that long row of "E" s would always be a big fat obnoxious "U" for Unsatisfactory, right next to the Accepts Criticism row. When my mother would question me about the "U" I would reply, "Why is she (the teacher) criticizing me in the first place? That's just mean!" To this day, that statement makes complete sense to me.
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