I had one hell of a weekend. Crazy night on Friday with some girlfriends. There are pictures, but I am pretty sure I need to get a release signed before I post them on the internet.
Yesterday, day of recovery. Frustration. Every single damn thing I tried to do yesterday got waylaid. Seriously... everything. Tried getting a new phone - Of course they were out, as every freaking geek in Arlington got there before I did.
Tried getting my eyebrows waxed, but my normal girl is on vacation. I went to a place that was recommended, and the woman seriously looked like Bert from Sesame Street. Clearly I wasnt going to let her touch my brows. In fact, I left very quickly.
Last night, I was determined to spend the night at home watching Kevin Sullivans Epic Mini Series- Anne of Avonlea.. I swear. Got a call from a friend to join he and another at Front Page. Me, being of stellar fortitude and strength, quickly climbed out of my p.j.'s and threw on some trampy clothes and ran out the door. My night was unique to say the least.
This morning, I am basking in the glow of a good Sunday morning lay-in, when I get a call from one of my good girlfriends sobbing. Without even asking, I threw on some clothes, and ran out the door and drove over to her house. Turns out that she has had ENOUGH with her rat bastard man in her life, and needed to vent.
I had planned on working out, working on some CASA stuff, and working on my tan. Instead, I watched Selena, took a nap, and am now listening to Neil Diamond sing "Sweet Caroline"
GINA: I'm finished speaking to both of you okay? You're both fucking insane.
You want to know what your problem is? MTV, Playboy, and Madison
fucking Avenue. Yes. Let me explain something to you, ok? Girls with
big tits have big asses. Girls with little tits have little asses.
That's the way it goes. God doesn't fuck around; he's a fair guy. He
gave the fatties big, beautiful tits and the skinnies little tiny
niddlers. It's not my rule. If you don't like it, call him. Hey Mitch.
[Looking at a porn magazine]
Oh, guys, look what we have here. Look at this, your favorite. Oh, you like that?
I could go along with that.
Yeah, that's nice right? Well, it doesn't exist ok. Look at the hair.
The hair is long, it's flowing, it's like a river. Well, it's a fucking
weave ok? And the tits, please! I could hang my overcoat on them. Tits
by design were invented to be suckled by babies. Yes, they're purely
functional. These are silicon city. And look, my favorite, the shaved
pubis. Pubic hair being too unruly and all. Very key. This is a
mockery, this is a sham, this is bullshit. Implants, collagen, plastic,
capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the hair extended, the nose fixed,
the bush shaved... These are not real women, all right? They're beauty
freaks. And they make all us normal women with our wrinkles, our
puckered boobs, hi bob, and our cellulite feel somehow inadequate. Well
I don't buy it, all right? But you fucking mooks, if you think that if
there's a chance in hell that you'll end up with one of these women,
you don't give us real women anything approaching a commitment. It's
pathetic. I don't know what you think you're going to do. You're going
to end up eighty-years old, drooling in some nursing home, then you're
going to decide, it's time to settle down, get married, have kids?
What, are you going to find a cheerleader? Charge it Mitch. Tommy:
I think you're over simplifying.
Oh eat me. Look at Paul. With his models on the wall, his dog named
Elle McPherson. He's insane. He's obsessed. You're all obsessed. If you
had an once of self-esteem, of self-worth, of self-confidence, you
would realize that as trite as it may sound, beauty is truly skin-deep.
And you know what, if you ever did hook one of those girls, I guarantee
you'd be sick of her. Tommy:
Yeah, I suppose I'd get sick of her after about, what, twenty or thirty years?
Get over yourself. Thank you Mitch. Say hello to Gertrude.
No mater how perfect the nipple, how supple the thigh, unless there is
some other shit going on in the relationship, besides the physical,
it's going to get old, ok? And you guys, as a gender, have got to get a
grip. Otherwise, the future of the human race is in jeopardy. Willie Conway:
What was that?
I don't know, but a great ass.
Nice tits. Come on let's go.
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin. ~anonymous~
Yes my office is freaking freezing. I feel like a snowman this morning. Its bad. Its so cold in here I cant think of anything besides being cold.
Actually, thats not totally true.
Thinking about a million things this morning, and its easier to focus on the fact that I feel like a damn snowman.
Few random thoughts before I plunge into my day:
The traffic light gods looked down upon me, and I hit every single green light between Glebe and Chain Bridge. For you local folks, you know what an amazing feat that is.
Second random thought of the day- I look less than stellar. My outfit is icky at best- tried to be cool and wear a pair of cute jeans, sassy sandals, and a decent t-shirt. Instead, I look like I am trying too hard. Irritating.
Third thought of the day- this one is a little harder for me to articulate. Patience. I am just going to ask patience from a few people, and everything should be back to normal or better. (Dont you love when people do this, instead of just sending a damn email to the involved parties?)
My quest for a new cell phone is almost over. I talked to a guy last night, and he runs a Verizon store- says he can help me out, and I want to support his business. In addition to that, he makes a damn good blood orange martini, so why shouldnt I help him out?
I might as well be using two tin cans and some string. Or that phone on the left. My cell phone sucks. Sucks the big monkey. My friends have now started to say I sound like Satan when they call me. Lovely. Nothing like being compared to Lucifer to start a phone call off on the right foot.
I have had cell phone issues since I moved to D.C. I am currently using Cingular, which is suppposed to have the best damn network in this, the United States of America. I call bullshit on that. I can't hear people 9/10 phone calls. Yes, I drop calls. I cant dial, I cant hear.
I went to Cingular to get a new phone, and they told me I would have to sign ANOTHER two year contract before they would give me the sexy phone that I crave.
Screw you Cingular, we very well may be breaking up soon. I am looking at Verizon and Sprint for a new potential relationship. Yep, I am going to cheat on you, you call dropping bastards. No more of broken promises, or not showing up on time. I want a Cell Provider that is going to be with me during the good times and the bad. I want a Cell provider that I can depend on. I want someone that is going to stand beside me through the test of time... whoa, maybe I am emoting some relationship distress on my cell phone, but still. You get the point.
If I drop one more call, I think I am going to lose my damn mind.
I have been thinking a lot this weekend, about life, and the twists and turns it takes. Six months ago, I had no idea what to expect from my life. I was poised to move across the country, and start a new adventure. I was scared, apprehensive, and overwhelmed. A year ago, if you would have told me that I was going to be doing what I was doing today, I would have laughed in your face and told you to "snap out of it". Today, I sit, or rather lay in bed and look at my life. Its nothing like I would have ever expected but it is mine. I have carved out this amazing thing for myself here in the DC area, that I could have never imagined. Life is all about choices. Some easy, some hard. One of the hardest things I have ever done was to walk away from my last job. I had seriously put my life, my heart, my soul, etc. in that job. I was the job. Somewhere along the line, I realized that there should be more. Scary, but true. Three months ago, I was finally starting to spread my wings and learn to enjoy my surrondings. I started to make some exceptional friends, enjoy many "first nights", and really learn my way around the city. I am in awe of the life paths that my friends are taking. One of my best friends in the world is moving to Dallas to start a new job and potentially move forward in a new relationship. Another friend in Austin is poised on the brink of what could be the best relationship of his life, if he only chooses to appreciate the moment and love. Another girlfriend is pregnant with her first child, and others are trying desperatly to get pregnant. Here in Arlington, I am slowly creating a new circle of friends.I have friends that are starting over- new life after a relationship gone awry. Another is stretching her own wings and learning how to be single, after being in a four year relationship. She reminds me that we need to find the inner diva in all of us. Another friend, is learning what its like to be true to himself, and be the person that he needs to be. That is a feat unto itself. I will stand by and support all my friends in thier life paths and hope that they know that I will always be there for them.
What does all of this mean? I have no idea. I have learned that I cant control everything. I have learned that life takes us to places we never knew we were supposed to be. I have learned that once in a while, we need to literally jump in the fire and see how hot it really gets. I have enjoyed this time more than I really care to admit. I am learning to appreciate how valuable my time with my friends and family really is.
I look back to last year, a time that was probably the hardest for me professionally, and personally, and I can honestly say I celebrate where I am at now. I celebrate the bumpy road, and the chaos, because frankly, without it, I dont know whether or not I could have enjoyed the long walks, or the late night phonecalls with girlfriends.
This path, this bumpy road has brought me to where I need to be, right now. I can honestly say, that I wouldnt want to be anywhere else.
I kid you not, I was a total grown up. I had a dinner at the National Press Club for CASA. It was an amazing evening. I had a great friend accompany me to the dinner, and frankly, we had a blast. Its soo nice to get dressed up and do something out of the norm once in a while.
The National Press Club was just rich with history, and pictures and stories. To think of all the people that walked the halls... still makes me smile to think that I was there too!
After we left the NPC, we walked over to the Willard Hotel and had a few martinis in the Round Robin Bar- great table, great martinis- I think I may have actually offered to bear the bartenders children, as the martini was so amazing.. I digress. The place was beautiful, and I had a blast.
It was just one of those nights that I know I will look back on in time, and know that I got to experience the different things, the different places, all because I made this choice to live in DC.