Saturday, November 14, 2009

The Weekends are Never Boring

Let me preface this post by saying that I’m watching Real Housewives of Orange County as a write this, and? THIS SH*T IS F**K*D.

I promised a post about last weekend, so here I am. I didn’t want to leave you hanging. I’m sure the anticipation was killing you.

I got home late Thursday night and stopped by Jax’s on the way to say hello. He is so sweet. He remembered that I said I loved vanilla vodka so he bought me a bottle of Stoli. AND during one of our conversations on the phone I (apparently, I have NO recollection of this) told him that I wanted a Snuggie. (I TOLD you, I don’t remember saying this.) So? He did what any other 30 year old guy would do, he bought me one. In leopard. THEN. This is where is gets REALLY good and I start thinking that I should just date this awesomely fantastic guy. THEN? When I was leaving he carried this HUGE cardboard box down to my car. I was like, Uh, WHAT is that? And he explains that he was in the liquor store the other day and saw this brand of wine. Four Sisters. He knew that I would love it, and that I’d want some and want to share it with MY sisters so? He bought a case for me. Seriously, he’s awesome.

Friday night we planned a happy hour at the bar and our friends/family in town came to hang out. It was a really awesome night and the Mic Ultra was FLOW-ING. You can guess where this is leading. The bar got crazy, Jax was there, Bartender was there, Kiwi was there…why hang out with just ONE guy at a time?!?

My sisters and I were getting wild, controlling the jukebox and ordering shots. You know that button? On the jukebox that says, “For TWO credits this song will play immediately”? Well, an Eminem lover snuck in on our playlist and CHOSE THAT OPTION FOR THE WHOLE DAMN ALBUM. After about 30 minutes of “Ima KILL YOU!” “B*TCH YOU’RE A WH*RE!” and “Daddy’s SORRY but your mom’s a SL*T!” I marched myself right over to the REAL Slim Shady and simply said, “If you change our playliiiiiist, I’ll f*ck*n’ KILL YOU!”

I’m a charmer, I know.

I was visiting with Kiwi and I could tell that Jax was getting agitated. This is why I don’t want a boyfriend. Because THEY GET JEALOUS AND I CAN’T BE MY FLIRTACIOUS SELF WITHOUT FEELING GUILTY. I’ve been very clear about this from the beginning. Kiwi and I were tearin’ it up on the dance floor and my sisters decided that they were ready to leave. I walked outside with them to make sure that everyone was good to go when Jax stormed by, walked to his car, and said, “I’m OUTTA HERE.”

Hmmmmm. Okay.

I walked over to see what was up and he insisted that he was ready to go but would like me to go home with him to “discuss” the events of the night. My sober self would have said, “thanks for the offer but I’ll be cab-ing it home with my sisters.” However, my sober self doesn’t communicate well with my drunk self so what came out was, “FINE! BUT THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I DON’T WANT ANYTHING SERIOUS AND I’M NOT STAYING OVER SO YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO BRING ME HOME AFTER.”

Needless to say, no discussion occurred because I passed out sitting up as soon as we walked through the door. The next morning I woke up to a text from my mother, “your coat made it home, but you didn’t.” Ummmm… great. I picked my head up from the arm of the couch and looked for Jax. Asleep in the other chair with his arms crossed. Perfect. Prime PISSED position. I woke him up, he apologized for his actions the night before without any prompting (check +), and asked if I was ready to go home. I asked if we could stop for bagels on the way, he of course obliged and handed me a bottle of diet coke from the fridge on our way out the door. I told you, he’s awesome.

We went into the bagel shop and instead of getting breakfast sandwiches for the two of us, Jax ordered a dozen bagels and grabbed a veggie and a regular cream cheese and two fountain sodas. He figured we should bring breakfast home for everyone else. (I KNOW!) Then, when we got to my house, he came in and had breakfast with all of us and reminisced about the night before. He’s a great guy.

I kind of feel like I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and should just start dating him, on the other hand, I don’t want to do long-distance and I’m not POSITIVE that he’s THE ONE. You know? He couldn’t be any sweeter though. He really adores me with a seriousness that I don’t even know if my last two boyfriends had. It’s incredibly flattering and fun but it gets stressful when feelings are involved.

We’ll see what happens…

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Monday, November 09, 2009

What a Weekend

I can't even get over how different my life is now that I have my own apartment and I'm not bartering. In that...I actually have one. I am free to do whatever I want on the weekends and my life has ROCKED since August. Seriously, I can't get over how lucky I am. Not to mention I have the most amazing family and friends EVER.

I'd love to get into all the details of the weekend and my life, but I'm busy tonight. My portfolio is due Wednesday, my Action Research project is due in two weeks, my Culminating Experience Report is due in three weeks.

But trust me, the details are good.

And don't worry, I *promise* I'll actually write about everything. D always accuses me of saying I'm going to say something then never coming back to say it. She hasn't updated her blog since May, so... THERE!

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Sunday, November 01, 2009

Put Your Dukes Up

I am a workout fanatic. Really. I (mostly) love working out and I'm always on the look out for something new and fun to switch up my fitness routine. I've been wanting to try kickboxing for a while and last Wednesday the opportunity presented itself.

You guys? I'm STILL sore. It was one of the HARDEST workouts I've done in a while. So, of course, I had to join the boxing gym. It's completely NOT in my budget, but just like everything else I rationalize to my advantage, I convinced myself I deserved it.

What? I DO!

I am now the proud owner of pink hand wraps, pink boxing gloves (yes, REALLY), and a date with a punching bag tomorrow morning at 6 am. Additionally? I have a personal boxing session with the man who trained Hillary Swank for Million Dollar Baby tomorrow afternoon.

I don't DO halfway.

Wish me luck!

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