monday:
I awake slightly emotional. I feel like crying, jumping off a bridge, and running away to Michigan in different stages throughout the morning. I’m not sure what my problem is but I blame it on the eight beers and one shot from Saturday night. The drive to work, and my first two hours, find me seriously depressed. However I do not kill any animals on the drive in today so I guess that’s a plus. The day winds up going better than expected, no major problems. Mondays and Thursdays are my days from hell so a good Monday is always a welcomed surprise.

tuesday:
Nothing much happens. I work. I come home. I have some ice cream. I watch the holiday. At first I’m annoyed because the cameron to kate ratio is seriously unbalanced, like 70/30, but then it builds some momentum. Then like a snowball to an avalanche I’m completely taken in. I love the movie, even with all the cameron and the jack black, and decide to put it into the Christmas rotation as soon as it ends.

wednesday:
Shopping again, I know, it’s getting out of control. My plan was to hit target and pay my bill, macy’s bill, and then a deposit at the bank. I blame my mother. She conned me into doing some shopping at macy’s. I won’t deny that I have a minor coat addiction, but to be honest I didn’t have a spring coat. so I looked around a bit while she was trying on jeans? I really can’t remember why she initially headed off on her own. Anyway I found the cutest army type jacket ever. Clearance and size small, so how could I resist. And I found a brown half zip and a le tigre sweater half off as well. All of that with my $20 off coupon equals me majorly scoring. After that we meet my uncle, his girlfriend, and my aunt for lunch at this little Italian place I’ve never heard of. The pizza pretty much rocks. The cute boys in tight tees working the tables rock even harder. Then it’s home to an episode of poirot and then bed.

thursday:
I buy I know what you did last summer and I still know what you did last summer combo dvd for $6. weren’t they supposed to make a third one as well? I remember little else of Thursday.

friday:
I work. I come home and watch scrubs. My sister and I send each other texts after our weekly viewing of scrubs. Whoever watches it first tends to have the upper hand in making the other one laugh. This week’s text to her is “booooo beeeees, booooo beeeees…” yes, I win. Again, another quiet day on the homestead.

saturday:
There’s nothing like fearing for your life at 4:30 in the am to get your adrenaline pumping. The scariest most dense fog ever comes out of nowhere, well I mean I’m sure it came from somewhere, but still it was unexpected. It was pretty freaky all the same, the back roads sucked, once I made it to the main roads with some painted lines things were a bit less tense. Some sober voicemail from keara from the night before is cause for a smile. A mini text session with chels does the trick too. And much to my chagrin I find myself falling a little harder for the stupid song by catherine mcphee. I specifically don’t watch idol simply to avoid moments like this. Damn the man. I have a beer or two or twenty, who knows, and fall asleep to a repeated viewing of Loggerheads.

sunday:
I spend the day cleaning and sorting like a crazy person. After much time and frustration for the first time i feel as if i'm making some progress. I watch some tv, mainly the soup, match game, and Giada's and Tyler Florence's episodes of chefography on the food network. I find myself tearing up at both.

sunday:
Very little in the way of any progress is made this day. I don’t clean, I don’t really do anything. I make some more room on the DVR, write my birthday thank yous, and do little else. The time change has me out of sorts, or maybe it was the drink from the night before, or the felicity. At any rate, I’m a bum all day.

monday:
I kill a raccoon on the way into work. That’s a great way to start the day. I saw him coming towards me and I did everything I could to miss him, slowing down, swerving, almost driving off the road but the little bastard had a death wish. He ran towards me. After work I watch the hills and fall a little harder for lauren. Heidi continues to grow in her douche bag status.

tuesday:
I stopped for my weekly ice cream fix. I haven’t been there in well over a month since I became suspiciously sick right after eating my regular flavor. Oddly enough it was no longer on the menu, after two years it was no longer on the menu. What I got was ok, but not nearly as tasty as the flavor that nearly killed me. I guess without that I have more incentive to eat healthier. I watch casino royale, finally, and love it. Daniel craig is now officially 100 times hotter, I didn’t think that was even possible. The funny thing is the 2.5 hours viewing time flies by unlike the awfulness was that is babel.

wednesday:
Another day off, another day to spend more money. I’m on the search for some hot underwear, sadly I’m only able to come up with lukewarm, tepid even. I get some totes to help with the cleaning process. I grab the new bright eyes ep, memory for my phone, some beads for G & I for st. Patrick’s day, cards, shorts, and I exchange my shoes for ones that I’ll at least wear. Lunch at red robin with my mother, and my day is pretty much done.

thursday:
I watch Lost, that is all. I’m still loving every one of these episodes so much more than the ones that aired before the winter break.

friday:
I watch scrubs, I’m still confused by dr. cox’s hair. It was completely gone a few weeks ago and now it’s all back. What? I check out October road. I looked like my kind of show. I wanted to fall hard for it, but it was okay. It felt like I was watching beautiful girls all over again with less interesting characters but a much hotter lead. I watched it because it was done by the writer of beautiful girls hoping it would be something different, not the exact same story. And beautiful girls had much better music. I plan on giving it a shot but make the decision to hold off on burning the series to dvd, for now.

saturday:
I get home and have a million things I need to accomplish before I meet up with G. I have beer, in case we never make it out, flowers for her birthday, and a cupcake minus the candle. I swore I had a candle, damn. I have some pizza, drink a bunch of tea in the hope that it will help with the whole keeping me awake thing. The St. Patrick’s day mix that I’ve been working on all week still isn’t finished and I refuse to leave my place until it is done.

I find two awesome covers for my cd, so I use one for G’s copy and one for mine. I run around trying to gather everything up and make sure that I haven’t forgotten anything. I pack up my car and head out. The awesome mix makes the drive infinitely more fun. I show up at G’s and hesitate before knocking on her door. For some reason my mind goes blank every time I meet her because I’m not sure which door is hers. They all look exactly the same. Usually I call her when I arrive and ask her to remind me, this time I told myself I had to do it on my own. I’m somewhat sure I have the right door as I knock. the first thing out of her mouth is, “you look skinny.” I thank her and then she asks if I’ve lost more weight, I say a few pounds. “a few pounds? You look skinny, really skinny.” she looks pissed. I remember that I left her flowers sitting on my back seat and excuse myself to run back to my car. The fact that she lives on the third floor kind of sucks. I get back and notice she’s dressed in black and I ask her why she isn’t wearing green. She tells me that she doesn’t own anything green and reminds me that we previously had this discussion. I tell her that I thought she mentioned buying something but she reminds me that she’s broke. She tells me to sit down while she tries to figure out something else to wear. I try to play my mix on her dvd player, but it doesn’t work. I ask her if she has a cd player and she tells me that she does, in her car. I’m reminded that after living there for FOUR years she’s still in the process of moving in, and things like cd players are still at her mother’s. I look for something on tv but sadly there’s nothing to be found. I find an old episode of the hills on her tivo and quietly sit and judge heidi and spencer. Boo, hiss. I have a beer. G models clothes, shoes and coats for me. She quickly joins in on the mocking of the heidi and the spencer. I have a second beer. I begin to send out random texts and get scolded for making annoying sounds with my phone. I believe her exact words are, “what’s that sound? that’s not going to get old at all.” after deciding on what to wear, sticking with the blackness, G moves on to the shoes and coat. “Which shoes do you like better?” she asks. “The one that there’s more of. You tend to fall, I don’t want you to get drunk and fall tonight.” I tell her. See Halloween 2005. She has two new coats and asks me to decide on which one she should wear. When I pick the cute white and black one over the all black one she says, ”This coat isn’t very warm and I’m worried that you’re going to end up making me walk tonight.” “Walk where?” I ask. “I don’t know, but I can just see you saying ‘let’s just walk there, it isn’t far.’” “you mean like, ‘let’s just walk to the next town over, it isn’t far?’” I ask. She laughs, then says, ”exactly.”

I tell her that if she thought the bars would be annoyingly crowded at 5 pm then I’m sure that 7 isn’t going to be much better. Eventually she decides that we’re ready to leave. Her credit card has gone missing, I tell her to call and cancel it but she assures me that it will be in her car. She gathers things up and we prepare to head out. “Should I have another beer?” I ask. “No, I’m ready. (two seconds later) You know, I kind of want to scrub my purse, maybe you should have another beer.“ I pee for the third time, then have a third beer while I wait. I find a step stool and ask her if she uses it to work out, she assures me that she does not. I then proceed to do some step aerobics and she laughs at me while scrubbing her purse.

She walks to the door and this time we manage to make it onto the other side. She asks me if I’m hungry and I tell her that I’m worried that food will be an issue for us tonight. I tell her that I’m not hungry yet, but I will be after a night of drinking. She tells me that food won’t be an issue at all, she wants to eat now and will want to eat again later. We begin to pull out of her parking spot and she remembers that she wanted to hide a key under her mat in case we got locked out. I tell her I’ll run it up, and run up and down the 3 flights of stairs for the third time. This, combined with my step aerobics action, should provide me with sufficient exercise for the night.

We decide to hit bar number one, the winking lizard because it has a bigger menu and a juke box!, and of course it’s insanely packed. We wait for only around fifteen minutes then find a table next to the cute frat boy table, score one for us. We order drinks, then our food, then sit and talk. She fills me in on the insanity of her birthday outing. Much to my dismay no music is being played. Thank you march madness. Some insanity breaks out on the tv screen that is lost on me and the bar erupts into loud yells and groans. I decide to join in much like chandler on that episode of friends where he pretends to be interested in the football game to get out of helping monica with thanksgiving dinner. At least this is how I see it in my pop-culture saturated mind. They bring our food, large pizza? They look at me and I point to G. spinach dip and chips? Again, I point to her. Half order of boneless wings? This time it’s all me. She calls her friend to see if she’s still planning on meeting up with us. “I don’t think she’ll show, she likes to go places where she knows she’ll get hit on.” G explains. “ Does she know that I won’t be hitting on her?” I ask. “Yeah, she knows.” G laughs. After two beers each and some yummy food we decide to make our way to the irish pub, the only way to ring in St. Patrick’s Day I suppose. This brings me to my fifth beer and I really don’t remember much of the five minute drive to bar number two. I know my mix is played and discussed. As is October road and brothers & sisters.

We arrive at the bar and find a parking spot near the door. We walk in to the sound of music and I can’t help but smile, to me this is heaven. G hit’s the bar while I make the juke box my bitch. I put in three dollars and do my drunken ritual of playing songs for everyone I heart who just happen to not be there thing. Later I proceed to call and text people to let them know what song is being played in their honor, or something like that. I tend to do lame things like that while drinking. I save a song for G. she pouts because she just has the one selection, so I give her two more dollars for a few more songs. Of course she uses the option to look for additional songs online, which uses twice the amount of credits for half the amount of songs, and gets about two more songs for the additional two dollars.

We sit, we talk, we get more drunk, we wait for our songs to be played. I happen to look out the window and see this mother fella walking towards us, out of the darkness, in a kilt playing the bagpipes. WTF? He then walks into the bar and the music goes dead. I get a little worried that my songs won’t play thanks to him and immediately text ms k. as if she can do anything about it. He does a lap around the bar, playing the entire time, then leaves. Soon after my songs begin to play. Score.

We grow more drunk. We both do a shot. We discuss why we’re both alone. I don’t get hit on because we ONLY go to straight bars. She doesn’t get hit on because we visit said straight bars as what appears to be a couple. At one point I make my way to the restroom, and I’m assuming text people whilst peeing. On my way back I find myself getting molested by two girls that I’m trying to make my way past. I’m drunk enough to question whether any of said tom foolery is actually going down. However, as I sit down G asks me what that was all about and I realize that it did in fact happen. The girls later apologize to me and tell me they thought I was their friend. He’s much taller, skinnier, and cuter than I am so I have no idea how the mistake was made but whatever. I guess my complaint of never getting hit on is no longer valid. This isn’t the first time I’ve been hit on by a girl on st. Patrick’s day, I must look exceptionally good in green? A girl who may or may not have been a lesbian at the table across from us is either giving G the evil eye or is hitting on her, we’re not sure which. We grow bored and tired and decide to call it a night.

Much like marlena’s tella-port system, on days of our lives in the late 90s, (a reference lost on everyone except for my sister and her friend jim) we find ourselves magically back in G’s apartment. Even more magical is the fact that I’ve climbed up three flights of stairs, grabbed my keys, gone down three flights of stairs, grabbed my pillow and blanket, then back up the three flights, made my bed and changed into my sleep wear before I’m aware of ANY of that. I eat my leftover boneless wings on her kitchen floor, then have my cupcake. I show G the wonders of myspace and fall asleep presumably while she is talking to me. 147 days sober, some things never change.


sunday:
I wake up at 6am on G’s floor not really sure what time it is or what has happened to my phone. I trek across the room to look at the clock on the stove to see that it’s 6 and realize I’ve had maybe five hours of sleep. I decide that I’m still drunk. I make my way back to my spot on the floor and find my phone under my blanket, I set the alarm and drift back to sleep. I wake up every 15 minutes to see what time it is, and then set the alarm for later, without it ever really going off. I fight off the urge to vomit and slowly begin to remember why I stopped drinking in October. I finally get up around 9 and decide to haul my broken ass, body, home. I get dressed, gather my things, and wake G up to say goodbye. I hesitate at first because I don’t want to disturb her, but I also don’t want to be rude and just leave. The day is spent doing very little. I watch the soup on the dvr. Talk to my sister for an hour on the phone. Fall in love with blake from randy blue. Then head for bed.

saturday:

I spend the day cleaning, kind of, watching tv, and eating pizza. I make every effort into talking myself into calling someone and doing something, but I don’t make it out of doors other than a quick trip to the post office to mail back one of the two pairs of shoes that I bought. The day before, D invites me to swing by the shop and see the girls. I plan on it but as I drive by and see the parking lot insanely packed I wind up driving right by the place. I spend the night sorting through old bills and such to shred. I will clean up this mess. I watch babel and am seriously disappointed. It was long and boring and about nothing much at all really. A girl walks around naked a lot, some illegal immigrants make a series of bad calls, and the pretty blonde people get shot at. Maybe I’m missing something but the way “naked girl’s” father’s story connects to the other two is seriously weak. It would have been more believable to have shown someone in new york city selling brad pitt a pack of gum once upon a time and then showing how connected they were several years later. I was pissed after sitting through 2.5 hours of that mess, but I was very happy that jules and I never found the time to catch it in the theater. I follow it up with an episode of anything but love. I picked up the dvd with a gift card my mom gave me for my birthday. As the theme song, remember those?, begins to play a million different memories come to mind. I can remember word for word some of the dialogue, what happens in each episode, and even some of Hannah’s outfits. I also remember holding my little tape recorder up to the tv, how old school?, and recording the theme song because I loved it so much. One episode quickly turns into six and I go to bed happy.

sunday:

I meet jules at IHOP for brunch. About five minutes away from the restaurant, and about ten minutes early for our meet up time, my phone rings. Jules is early and has a table for us. I begin to wonder if I got mixed up on the time and question if I’m really early after all. I meet up with jules and she assures me that I am early, she just happens to be even earlier, this time. She was worried that tables would be hard to come by on a Sunday before church so she got there early. We eat and catch up. She fills me in on her white trash cruise experience, the upcoming shower for her pregnant sister, and her plans to go back to school. I think she’s finally given up her dream of quitting her prosperous law career to become a cashier at a grocery store. This is not a joke. With much time to kill we opt to just sit and drink water before we head to the theater. Many unhappy eyes glare at us from the line at the door. Luckily for us we just happen to be at the closet table to the line so they can in fact see that we are no longer eating. Eventually we head to the theater. We walk up to the door and are informed by a couple that we can’t get in yet. We see people walking around inside but no one makes the effort to open the doors as it is now 12:03. A minor crowd has gathered outside and still we wait. The doors finally open and everyone rushes inside since it is extremely cold and windy, once again. I hold the door for a group of women and step inside to find myself at the end of the line, separated from jules. I shrug. One of the ladies in front of me turns around and tells me to please cut in front of them, I held the door for them and they weren’t going to make me wait at the end of the line. I smile, thank them, then quickly shove them all out of my way. Our bizarre theater experience continues as a young kid who works there keeps walking back and forth in front of us, never saying excuse me and not really doing anything. Finally someone tells him to put the mats out and he picks one up. In doing this he just about takes one of the ladies behind me out. jules and I give one another a look, the “are we dreaming collectively?” look. We purchase our tickets to zodiac and make our way to the restrooms. After we meet back up I hesitate because I’m thinking about a beverage. After deciding no, we make our way to find some seats. As we settle in jules says that she thinks she wants some popcorn. I offer to trek all the way back to the concession area since her hip is causing her some distress. I am instructed to make separate purchases so we each can get our points on our frequent visitor cards. I worry that I’ll miss the previews, she yells out for me to run. Run I do, kinda. When I make my way to the front I see that there are two lines, one with one person, one with three people. Naturally I pick the shorter of the two, naturally I pick the wrong one. The guy in front of me is new to this earth. He asks what a small, medium, and large looks like in both drink and popcorn options. He then asks how much each one is. And he constantly adds more onto his order when the annoyed fifteen-year-old, making minimum wage, attempts to collect his money. I feel his pain. The next day, when it’s finally my turn, I order my two drinks and a small popcorn. I contemplate calling jules to see if she wants any salt with her order of no extra butter, but opt to just toss a little on and then haul my buns back to my seat. Luckily all I miss are the annoying commercials as the previews begin. The movie is great. A wee bit long, causing both of us to make second trips to the restroom over the course of the movie. But we’re both happy with our choice. As I whisper to jules that I need to pee again a woman gets up to leave at the same time. I follow her and worry that I might scare her since I’m right behind her and I know she doesn’t know I’m there yet. She stops to look back at the screen and sees me. She tells me that she doesn’t know if this is a good time to leave or not, she’s afraid she might miss something. I seem to make new friends everywhere I go. I tell her that I too had the same worry and try to walk fast. She talks to me the entire way to the restroom and I smile and rush into the men’s room. I come out to find her standing there almost as if she was waiting on me. I tell myself that it’s just a coincidence and walk back to the theater, again as she talks to me on our walk. Too funny.

monday:

The weekend went by at an alarmingly fast rate. I think that getting older really translates to unexplainably losing large chunks of time. After two sucky weeks I drive to work with the decision that I must quit if I want to stay sane. Of course Monday winds up being a pretty good day and I manage to escape the place pretty much on time. Not much else goes down. I do however discover that I am 15 lbs. Away from my july ‘07 goal weight. I’m not sure how that happened but it was seriously a nice surprise.

tuesday:

Another decent day at work, I begin to worry. I pick up borat and send a picture to chels because it’s her fault I fell so hard for the movie. I run to the bank, the post office, and the DQ (holla!). While running errands I see a bumper sticker that reads, “abortion is the ultimate form of terrorism,” and am seriously confused. So people are randomly attacking pregnant women and taking their unborn babies away from them against their will? I had no idea. I eat my tasty blizzard, watch a lot of nothing on tv, and do very little else. I put in the second season of anything but love and drift off to sleep after the first episode.

wednesday:

I’m never going to get this place cleaned up. The boxes stored away seem to be in an endless supply. I make a little progress but want so much to just be done with it. Fast food nation showed up yesterday so I decide to spend the morning checking it out. A few years ago I watched super-size me and haven’t been back to McDonald’s since. In fact I’ve probably had fast food of any kind maybe six or so times in the last three or four years. The last five minutes of fast food nation pretty much made me not want to have beef ever again. Seeing the cattle led to the slaughter brought some tears to my eyes. And what followed had me looking away fearing a massive vomit attack. I finally clear out some serious space on the DVR and decide this must be what it’s like to live the life of a rock star.

thursday:

I get a little more money in the bank. I watch lost from the night before. I discover that it is possible to loathe locke even more. I’m pretty sure that at this point he is borderline retarded and really serves no purpose. He rushes to the scene, gun drawn, five minutes after the struggle has ended. His one job of watching the tied up guy is entirely too much to ask when a game of chess is beckoning. When he has a knife at his throat I’m seriously wishing that he gets sliced. Aaaaagh. I need some desmond action.

friday:

I know there was a Friday, but nothing really went down to make it in any way memorable. I watch scrubs and 30 rock on the DVR and enjoy some nachos for dinner. Clearly this week is moving at a much calmer pace than the last.

saturday:

D tells me that she plans on losing 100 lbs by april 24th. I ask her how she plans on getting around after she’s cut off her legs and arms. We buy cupcakes then say our goodbyes in the parking lot.

147. I have the best of intentions. I plan on coming home, taking a wee nap, and then meeting up with G to celebrate the year of her birth. A mini-celebration of two, for she had an outing of much drama the night before. I decide a drink is in order to put me in the festive mood, and the caffeine from the cherry coke will help with the general state of sleepiness I find myself in, I always find myself in. 147 days without so much as a drink, a drink that’s one part whiskey to four parts cherry coke, and I feel drunk. Well so much for my big night out on the town. I guess it’s more season two of anything but love. However something tells me felicity will make a long overdue return to my life at some point. And hey, I lose an hour tonight, I better get crackin’.

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.