monday:

Nothing major really goes down. After finishing dry (yay!) and tell no one (yawn) I pick up the dante club which I purchased last Wednesday while out shopping with my mother. I hit page fifty and the book has yet to pick up any momentum. While I still have hope, I’m starting to regret not opting for book two in the little house on the prairie series. While book one was an insanely easy read I did wind up having a disturbing dream about pa ingalls which makes me hesitant about starting number two.

tuesday:

I think it’s funny that every time I really want to make an impression with something I wear, I wind up doing just that. I decided to wear my new coat, that my mom got me for my birthday, to my birthday dinner with the work crew. I walk in and everyone says, “wow I really like your coat…great coat…coat, coat, coaty coat coat” funny. They even say it to me again at the end of the night.

We meet up at chili’s and wait on lisa to arrive. I love that she’s always always late. Every time I eat there I order one of the same two things, so this time I decided to be brave and try something new. Being around lisa tends to have that affect on me whether I’m aware of it at the time or not. I order the chicken tacos with bacon. I never would have thought of putting bacon on a taco but it was awesome. My side order of steamed vegetables and rice got screwed up and I ended up with steamed vegetables and black beans. And even the beans wound up being tasty. Who knew?

After we sit and laugh and share the most disgusting stories ever (like D’s story of the time she ate over half a bar of chocolate laxative because she was in paris and was too nervous to go to the bathroom. the explosions started soon after she read the box and discovered she was only supposed to eat one square. We hear this story at almost every dinner, and each time it’s just as funny as the last) for over an hour we finally ask for our checks. I would never use the word subtle to describe my dear lisa. As she attempts to tell the server that she wants to pay for my dinner, without letting me know what she was doing, I know exactly what she is up to. He however does not. He assumes that she wants me to receive the birthday treatment. Moments later a dish of ice cream is placed before me and our waiter is yelling out my name and age, 21 haha, and asks the entire restaurant to sing happy birthday to me. This is the loudest version of happy birthday I’ve ever heard. Apparently I turn a very dark shade of read. Of course that brings up the story of pam’s least favorite birthday dinner ever…

A few years ago we were out for her birthday dinner and this table of drunken golfers next to us discovered it was her birthday. They then asked us if they could sing to her, and she nodded. What followed was:

Hooray for pam
Hooray at last
Hooray for pam
For she’s a horses ass
Hay!

Needless to say she was not pleased. Hearing the story to this day still pisses her off.

D gives me the entire season five and season six of friends just for three episodes. I couldn’t justify spending the money on it myself so she surprises me. Hands down my favorite episodes of friends are the Vegas ones, the frienaissance. And of course those three episodes are spread out over the course of two seasons. And now they’re mine to watch whenever I feel like it.

wednesday:

Lunch with my aunt. The birthday celebration continues. I’m like disney world, the party goes on for a year around here.

I get my hair cut in the a.m. then hit kohl’s with my mother. I look for a new pair of new balances. Apparently I’m on a shoe buying kick, this being my second pair in a week. I find a pair I sorta liked, but I have a feeling I’ll end up taking them back. I like grey tennis shoes but all I could find was white. White shoes make me nervous, they’re impossible to keep clean. Then we meet my aunt for lunch. We sit and talk and catch up and of course eat way too much. Over the course of the day we realize that something is seriously amiss with my car so we drop it off at my mom’s place. $600.00 later, I get my car back on. Happy birthday to me.

thursday:

Mat Kearney with Nicole!my birthday gift to myself, along with the most amazing shoes evah. After work Nicole decides that we should meet up at luigi’s for some amazing pasta. Pasta seems to be a recurring theme the past few weeks. I’ll document this as the three weeks when I slowly turned into a macy’s parade balloon. On my way to meet her she calls to tell me that she’s running just a little late due to some work business. I assume that she’ll be there long before me since I misjudge the amount of time it will take for me to get downtown during rush hour, this isn’t the case. I arrive to find no place to park and a line out the door. I panic a bit because I don’t want to be late to see mat. After circling around three times a spot finally opens up. I try to call Nicole again to see if she’s inside or still on her way, her phone died so she didn’t pick up. After wavering for a minute or two I decide to jump in line and wait for her, just to be safe. After about seven minutes in line, I score a table near the door and wait. She walks in just as I open the menu, and joins me in the booth. B is on his way so we talk and laugh at the craziness of how busy the restaurant is. How busy the restaurant always is. B finds us and we sit for an hour or so and talk and eat and laugh at how cute and goofy Nicole is. B brings up motorcycle drive-by as B often tends to do. I have to remind him that once again he is full of shit for currently thinking, or ever in his life thinking, that it can in any way be considered a “happy song.” we bid a farewell to B, leave Nicole’s car at the restaurant, and head to the concert. Nicole awesomely navigates for I am forever lost when it comes to driving around downtown. I can find my way to luigi’s and the pub. If the destination strays from either of those two places I might as well just find the worst road in town and wait for a raping or a severe beating because that’s where I inevitably always wind up. And really, what else could one possibly need from the city other than pasta and beer? Nicole does mistakenly point out the entrance to the parking garage two feet after we’ve already passed it. So I drive down the road, turn around, and make my way back. The sign informs us that it will cost $5 to park, but no one is around to take the $5 bill that Nicole is clutching in her little hand. We don’t put much thought into this and make our way to a flight of stairs that dead ends into another level of parking, and an elevator. We try our luck with the elevator and climb aboard with another couple. As the doors close the guy informs us that the night before the two of them got stuck in an elevator in Cleveland and had to be rescued by some firemen. My two thoughts are, 1) that would have been nice to know BEFORE getting on this ride. And 2) would you really try your luck at an elevator again so soon? The doors open with minor fanfare and we make our way to the main room. We both decide that we need to use the restroom. Nicole takes an insanely long amount of time and I start to wonder if she’s ditched me. Or if she’s having digestive issues, you never really know with that one. She suddenly reappears with a grand story of broken toilets and detours to other floors, again I am skeptical. We make our way to our seats and I am fortunate enough to be sitting next to a girl who keeps coughing, clearing her throat every five seconds, and wiping the snot dripping from her nose on her hand and then her jeans. He boyfriend continues to molest her throughout the entire evening and keeps resting his grabby paw on my shoulder. I inch further and further away from them. I am sure that they are swingers and this is his attempt to woo me. The show is great. Mat is as cute as ever. We’re seven rows back so we’re not as close as lisa and I were when we saw him in Cleveland but the show is still fun. We attempt to take pictures with our phones but mat appears to be a million miles away. After the show ends we worry that we’ll be in line at the elevator or stuck in traffic for the rest of our lives, luckily this isn’t the case. We never find anyone to give our $5 to, so yay for free parking in a covered garage out of the rain! I drop Nicole off at the restaurant, wait for her to follow me, and head home. I run into a crazy patch of fog and wind up fearing for my life. It gets so bad that I’m forced to drive 15 mph and hug the line on the road just to try and stay alive. I repeatedly scream out, “this is bullshit!” to no one in particular as I make my way home. My bed is warm and soft as I crawl into it to get four hours of sleep before I get up and head to work.

friday:

I find that I’m not nearly as cranky as I expected to be. The day flies by. I drift in and out of sleep while attempting to watch scrubs and 30 rock from last night, and don’t do much of anything. Sleep sounds good. More than four hours tonight sounds even better.

not much on the schedule for saturday. perhaps G and i will celebrate her recent and sudden case of i just lost my job and am now collecting unemployment. or perhaps i'll stay in and catch up on my DVR and netflix stockpile. sunday is brunch and zodiac with jules.