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My sucky time at the sports bar Friday

My God, I am exhausted. This whole weekend just seemed a lot longer than it was. Well, of course there was the extra day yesterday, but that in itself seemed like two days. We crammed a lot more in this weekend than I'd originally planned, and now I am paying for it royally. Let's see if I can recount this in a relatively short entry.

Friday after work, I went home, showered, changed, and we headed out to Lucky Strikes. It was my first time going there, and it wasn't really as great as I was expecting it to be. Or maybe my expectations were too high. Anyway, the first thing that I found wrong with it was the amount of people crammed into the place. I mean, it was packed in there. We got there around 9 (after having to drive around for 30 minutes looking for a parking space - we finally ended up going into the garage and paying 15 bucks for parking, which I was not too pleased about at all), and it was already jumping with folks. By the end of the epic journey trying to find a park, I was sooo ready for a drink. No one told me that this place is ridiculously expensive, so I walk up to the bar, my mouth all set for my favorite drink ( A French Connection), and I ask the bartender how they make it. (I've had it fixed about three different ways, and all of them are not equal. I like it fixed a certain way.) Turns out they fix it exactly the way I like it, and that makes me very happy. Almost makes up for the epic parking journey. Almost. But the deal all turns sour when I find out this drink is gonna cost me 20 freaking bucks. 20 bucks! I've never paid more than 13 for a FC, and it makes me hot fired and upset that I've got to shell out a dub just to get a shot of my favorite drink. Needless to say, I didn't order another one.

So the rest of our party arrives, and altogether its nine of us, and we move over to the bowling alley area to sit down in the lounge. The rules are, you go sit down, and a waiter or waitress comes over to take your food and drink orders. No one shows up for about twenty minutes, and when he finally does, he's got the attitude of life. So by this time, I was really pissed off, because I'd already finished my $20 drink and was ready for another, more cheaper one, but I needed food to line my stomach. Justin keeps giving me these side glances and asking me if I'm okay, because he can sense that at any moment, I'm gonna blow, and its not going to be pretty. Finally, everyone puts their orders in, and the waiter, who never told us his name, goes off supposedly to find us the food we asked for.

Forty five minutes and 3 drinks later, I am livid. The food still hasn't gotten there, and the waiter hasn't even come back to check on us. We have seen hide nor hair of him since he walked off with his stank attitude. Before anyone can say anything, I'm out of my seat and over at the bar, scouring behind the counter for our runaway waiter. He's there, at the side of the bar, chatting with some skanky looking chick who is obviously lit beyond belief and ready to walk out of the door with him in five minutes or less. When he sees me, he averts his eyes. If its possible for me to be any more pissed, I am at that point. I call him out. I ask him if he knows what the status of our order is. This fool has the nerve to say to me, "you just ordered fifteen minutes ago." I look at my watch, trying to resist the urge to hop over the counter and deck him. "No, its actually been 49 minutes and 13 seconds, by now," I correct him, giving him my best you-need-to-get-your-ass-in-gear voice. He rolls his eyes at me, whispers something to the skank, and stalks off into the kitchen. Meanwhile, J has come up behind me and asked me what's wrong. I update him on the brief conversation the waiter and I had, and he turns to look for the hostess, who's standing not too far away, talking to some other customers. He goes over to say something to her about the service (or lack of) that we're being given, and while he's doing that Mr. Stank Attitude comes back out of the kitchen with a nasty look on his face. He walks over to me and says, "you're food's ready. I'm going to bring it over to you." Then he turns back on his heel without waiting for a response and walks back into the kitchen.

When we finally get our food, its good, but it wasn't worth all the hassle we had to go through to get it. On top of that, the music the dj played was wack, and we had a hard time getting lanes to bowl. By the end of the night, I was highly upset at feeling like I'd wasted my time and money to go to a spot that was supposed to be so good but turned out to suck royally. Needless to say, we won't be going back there.

But the Star Wars Marathon we had yesterday was awesome. ;)

Sweet holidays...

20 minutes to go before my 3 day weekend officially begins! I'm so excited, we're GOING OUT TONIGHT. There's this sports bar nearby Chinatown that we're going to. Its going to be my first time going there, and I plan to get all my fun out before the night is over, lol. Then tomorrow, we're going with a few friends to dinner at this new Thai restaurant. Sunday is dinner at my brother and sister-in-laws house, and Monday, we are locking ourselves in the apartment to have a Star Wars marathon. I know, super geeky, but its what makes us happy.

I started posting love soon again. I told the girls they laid a super guilt trip on me (but it wasn't like I didn't want to post more anyway), so I decided to take it off hiatus and try to finish it before posting any more of learning you. We'll see how well that works.

Anyways, I've got to make sure things are all wrapped up here before the weekend, so I'm gonna be going now. Maybe I will post more later, if my commute home isn't too crowded. >:)

Great weekend, everyone!!!!

Love Soon - Chapter 28

Okay, this ones for Lynn, and Katie, and Synnes, and Clarity. You guys pulled a knockout, drag down, none-to-be-compared-with guilt trip on me. (Good job.) So I'm taking Love Soon off hiatus. :D Hope you guys enjoy this one. Lots of blood, sweat, and tears went into it (not really, but I've always wanted to say that).
So without further ado, here's chapter 28. ;)

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Sooo tired...

15 minutes before I'm due to go home, and I am sitting on the edge of my seat, just waiting for the clock to hit 5pm. (Why am I getting deja vu at that last sentence?) One more day to go before the weekend. Busy weekend coming up. I need to make my way to the grocery store to pick up more empty boxes and over to Target to get more vacum storage bags. That's top priority on my list, as we've run out of things to pack clothes and other crap in. 

I'm so tired lately. I know I haven't been getting enough sleep in the past month, and I think its finally starting to take its toll on me. I'm going to have to find a moment to breathe this weekend, if at all possible. Maybe Sunday morning, but Dan and his wife are having us over, so that might not work. Whatever. We'll see what happens. And I guess I can kiss working on either of my stories goodbye, unless I get a spare few minutes in the late hours of the night tomorrow. *sigh* So much to do, so little time... I never understood that statement until I hit my 20s.  

Colors Change for No Good Reason

Okay, so I was being nosey, and reading clarity's blog, and happened to find this interesting. So, I copied her answers, pasted them into my journal, and changed the answers to fit me. Thanks clarity. :D

Closest red thing to you?: my lunch cooler
Last thing to make you angry?: not being able to go to Starbuck's this morning and get my coffee
Do you have a temper?: my father tells me I do, but you'd be hard pressed to see it. 
Are you a fan of romance?: Yes, I guess so. :-)

Closest orange thing to you?: "The Essential Guide to Pilot Schools", book I've got on my desk 
Do you like to burn things?: No, fire makes me nervous. 
Dress up for Halloween?: Never have, never will.
Are you a warm hearted person?: So I'm told. Sometimes a little too warm hearted
Do you have anything against ginger hair?: Nope
Are you full of energy?: Can you say A.D.D.?  

Closest yellow thing to you?: the spiral notebook I've been using to write my stories in
The happiest time[s] of your life?: sitting at home, curled up with a good book and a cup of tea, watching the rain pour outside.
Favorite holiday?: MEday!
What makes you smile?: something funny, something cute, my brother Danial, just being happy about something 
Are you a coward?: By no means
Do you burn or tan?: neither... I'm very dark skinned 

Closest green thing to you?: the top to my bottle of white out 
Do you care about the environment?: yes, although I feel I should do more sometimes to protect it 
Are you jealous of anyone right now?: yes
Are you a lucky person?: I don't believe in luck. I think everything happens because we make it happen 
Do you always want what you can't have?: not always... because sometimes the things I can't have are just a reminder that I wasn't meant to have them for a reason.
Do you like being outdoors?: yes

Closest blue thing to you: my jeans 
Are you good at calming people down?: no, I'm just good at listening to them vent until they calm themselves down.
Do you like the sea?: love it. If I could be near it all the time, I would.
Last thing to make you cry?: "A Walk to Remember"
Are you a logical thinker?: depends on the circumstances 
Can you sleep easily?: if I'm not worried about something

Closest purple thing to you?: my purse
Do you like mysterious things?: no, I hate surprises and mystery
Ever met anyone in royalty?: my mother, she's a queen 
Are you creative?: embarrasingly so

Closest pink thing to you?: my co-workers shirt 
Do you like sweet foods?: hecks yea 
Like play-fighting?: No
Are you sensitive?: overly.

Closest white thing to you?: paperwork on my desk 
Would you say you're innocent?: I don't really know. I don't think so, though. 
Always try to keep the peace?: No
How do you imagine your wedding?: How do I DESCRIBE my wedding? it was stressful, but beautiful because things were the way I wanted them.
Do you like to play in the snow?: sometimes
Are you afraid of going to the doctors or dentists?: no

Name the closest black thing to you?: My shirt
Ever enjoy hurting people?: no
Are you sophisticated or silly?: silly
Afraid of death?: I'm not afraid to die. I'm afraid that my death may be painful.
Would you like to go to space?: yes
What are your top three destinations and why go there?

Three top destinations... that's hard to say. But I'm going to try.

Number one would be home. Why go there? Well, mainly for the obvious reason. Its where I feel comfortable. The only place in the world that belongs to me completely, the only place in the world where I can just be myself, not having to worry about anything but the peace between those four walls.

Number two would be Hawaii. Why? Because I've never been there, and it seems like the ideal place to visit. Also, because I have this goal of learning how to surf, and what better place to learn than the surfing capital of the world?

Number three would be Canada. I've visited there twice before, and each time I go seemed to be more enchanting than the last. There's something magical about that place that I can't quite put my finger on, but I know that when I visited there, both times I was happy with my stay. Maybe it was the weather. Maybe it was the people or the fact that although there were some similarities to the states, the two are very different.

And those are my destinations. Lame, I know, but I never promised you an enthralling movie. ;)

The weekend is almost here

And I'm 100 percent ready for it. As I'm sitting here, looking out of the window in my office, I'm thinking to myself, wow, it looks like a really nice day outside, and I'm so ready to get my weekend started.

There were a lot of phone calls today. I guess everybody needs last minute information on thw Civil, Human, and Women's Rights conference we have coming up in October. Of course, I won't be here for it, but that hasn't stopped them from working me like a slave to get ready for it. :)

T minus 20 minutes...

...and counting. It's 4:40 pm, and I've got 20 minutes before I'm finally free for the day. I can't wait. Had to run over to the convention center today to do some registrations for a conference our department has coming up, and it wasn't the most pleasant experience. Oh well, its all in a day's work, I guess. Big weekend coming up at Ramona's. Laundry needs to be done tonight and I need to pack. I asked J if he was going to be okay in the house by himself for the whole weekend, and he just gave me this sleepy eyed look. I guarantee you he won't leave the house the entire time. I have to make sure there's enough food in the house for him - can't have any starving men on hand when I come back. I am looking forward to the weekend, though. Its been a long time since my sister and I had some time to hang together with just the two of us. Not sure what she has planned, but I'm looking forward to it anyway.

And now, I've got fifteen minutes left. *sigh*

A moment to breathe

Well, I'm sitting here at my desk. I just came back from lunch about 45 minutes ago, and I have done absolutely nothing in that 45 except consume an entire bag of Ruffles Sour Cream N Onion chips and a Milky Way. I am terrible. But literally, I feel quite braindead. I've been working, working, working, going nonstop for the past month, and its all starting to catch up with me. I have about three weeks left to go before Justin and I make the big trip, and things that needed to be done six months ago are still waiting on a list for me to pick them up and pretend I remembered them. *sigh* No one told me that moving was this hard. (Okay, they did, but silly me, I just chose not to listen carefully enough.) I'm starting to freak out. I called my mother last night, and she offered to come over this weekend and help me organize. I think she just wants to see how J and I are getting along - she's still trying to find a reason why I shouldn't have married him. (Or he shouldn't have married me - either way works just fine for her.) She's also still salty about us moving so far away; that means she can't keep her everlasting tabs on us. I guarantee she won't even come visit us. Oh, well. Life goes on.