Monday, July 01, 2002
Shit. I have a lot to write today. I might have to do this in installments.
You see...the whole thing started when I got home on Friday. The birthday festivities officially began and they ain't gonna stop until this Friday. I love a week full of birthday. It is just about the best week of the year.
My parents were so excited to have me home. We drank tons of wine, smoked a LOT of pot and opened my birthday gifts right from the beginning. They were really generous with me this year. When I mentioned that to them, they were like "You are 25! It's a big birthday!" (Secretly I think they just feel sorry for my poor ass, but hey...I'll take it) I showed them my headshots and they went on and on and on. My dad started to cry, my mom held my hand and we all just sat there feeling and knowing that this is all starting right now. Wow.
After the drinking and board games, we ate tacos (my favorite food to eat at home) and I literally passed out in my bed at 2:30am with the tv on. I was expecting to stay up a bit by myself and chill, but that was a fruitless effort.
Saturday, my mom took me to get a one hour full body massage. At first, I was terrified and totally skeptical. I had never done this type of thing before and I was very uncomfortable with having to take my clothes off. ALL my clothes off.
I met the nice lady before she did the massage and she made me feel so comfortable. (My mom had said that it would work out cuz the massage therapist was incredible--and that she was!)
The room was dim, I was naked under a sheet, some type of Japanese music was playing in the background, and she began rubbing my shit down. IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME. The first five minutes were definitely weird. Especially when she put her hands on my ass. But eventually, you have to just let go. I was on another planet for the entire hour. In fact, it went by so fast that I about shit myself when she told me to put on my clothes and meet her outside. (P.S. Don't REALLY shit yourself while naked under a sheet. Massage therapists don't like that.)
When I walked out of the room, my head was buzzing and cloudy and I literally stumbled out of the building. No, I really STUMBLED out of the building. I felt like I had just done an excessive amount of drugs. It was pretty awesome. I have never been that relaxed in my life and hells if I am not counting the days until I get to do it again. Unfortunately, it costs like $65 for a professional massage, so this can't be an addiction type activity. I am going to have to space out my need for full naked rubdowns. But if you get the chance...GO! Everyone is uncomfortable with the body image thing...but once you let go...I am telling you...it's like nothing else.
After that, my mom took me on a shopping spree for summer clothes. She got me tons of shit, including new kicks, and 3 new necklaces. 3! Memble last week how I had no necklaces?? Well, now I have 3. :-D
And I love them all!
Following the shopping extravaganza of my life, my parents took me out to dinner at the Old Country Buffet. Yes, it was my choosing to go there. I got real stoned before we left, with my parents knowing and loving it
(my dad especially thinking it was cool--???), and then proceeded to eat my face off. I mean EAT MY FACE OFF. At one point, the "waitress" brought me over a new face and asked me politely not to do that again.
The one thing that shocked me a little was the clientele at this place. We were there at 4pm, but let's talk about scumbags...
I mean, it's not there fault...it's $7 all you can eat and that is an affordable meal for extremely overweight, poor black folk. ;)
When I was up getting my salad, this little black girl was standing next to me sucking down jello cubes of some sort and wiping her smeary nasty hands on the sneeze guard. I burst into laughter, avoided the pasta salad and went back to the table.
If you think about it...it is very rare that we are ever in the type of establishment that these type of people are. Even in NYC. I am not saying that I am Mr. Class or that I have all the money in the world (haha), but damn these people were like used to feeding in troughs outside of their barn!
Once dinner was over, we all went home for an hour nap and then off to the Saratoga Race Track. We went for the Harness racing, which if you don't know, is smaller horses that run around a mile long track with little chariots tied to their backs. The jockeys ride back there and the whole thing is just great! I mean...you gotta feel bad for the horses, but after 4 beers, I swear I saw the horses smiling that they were getting whipped in the ass.
After the first race, one of the horses wouldn't stop running crazily around the track. The jockey was thrown from the little chariot thing and the horse bolted towards the fence surrounding the track. People were trying to wave down the horse, there is a woman on a horse trying to get this crazy steed under control, but to no avail. The horse jumps the fence, smashing the chariot into a billion pieces and takes off out of the raceway. Where did he end up? Probably shot to death in the parking lot.
:(
I don't know what was scarier...when the horse went running away, or when everyone in the crowd was like "Oh God. Someone help! BLAH BLAH YIPES!"
No...someone actually said: "Blah Blah Yipes!"
That person was a jackass.
Overall...the time at the racetrack was probably my favorite. I had such an incredible time with my parents. We just joke around and laugh and make fun of everyone and its all so great. They took such wonderful care of me this weekend and I am so happy to have them. My mom did about 80 pounds of laundry for me, they gave me the money to get my headshots reproduced (although I told them it was a loan and that I would give them the money in August.), and they did whatever I wanted to do with no complaints.
It was perfect.
Wednesday evening, they leave to go spend a week or two with my brother in Germany. They are psyched and I am psyched for them. I talked to my brother quite a bit in the last couple of days and he is thrilled to have them come. For once HE is going to be the only brother in the family. ;)
SO THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I come home from the weekend to find the most INCREDIBLE BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER! Kelly, while I was gone, completely rearranged my room and made it beautiful! I mean...she TOTALLY gave my room an OVERHAUL! My jaw hit the floor when I saw it and I think I stood in the center of it speechless for a good 20 minutes.
I was a little nervous at first cuz there is so much space in there now. I thought that she just took a huge garbage bag and dumped it all in the trash. But she didn't. ;)
It definitely took a little while to get used to, but I immediatly got down to business on fixing it up the way I want it. I needed this push and Kelly new that. She DID this for me. She worked so hard and I will never forget this for as long as I live.
It looks so good. I am going to re-do the walls tonight and make it exactly the way I want it. Then, after a year and a half of being here, my room will be done! I am seriously overjoyed by this whole thing. I woke up this morning and let out a yelp of glee. It's like a brand new place and it looks so fucking good. For the first time since I graduated college, I have a slamming room again. :-D
Thank you Kelly. I can't say it enough. What you did was the nicest thing anyone has done for me in so long. It is...damn. It means so much.
Now...on to the rest of the week of birthday! Tomorrow is the actual day when I will turn 25! Ugh! But ROCK! I am not dreading the age thing at all. It's nice having Rita turn the year older first, cuz then I can warm up to it a bit before I do. I have no idea what my friends are planning, but I am so fucking excited. At one point, there was a grilled cheese restaurant involved. But that has since been nixed due to my peeking eyes. HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!
I wonder what is going on!?!?!?! Unfortunately Paul will not be attending. That hurts. He and I have had some ok conversations lately, but there is always this underlying disappointment on my part. I am sad that he is not going to be in town, but I understand. I leave for Boston on Wed., so it's not that I won't get to spend any time with him. It just sucks that I won't be able to have everyone I know and love at the same place on the same night. And if he does surprise me and show up, I will probably punch him in the face for playing this stupid "I am going to tell you I am not coming and then come" game. I hate that game.
BUT! I am very excited to do it up with my friends without having to worry about any of the bullshit that goes along with Paul. I can be myself and get trashed and not worry if I end up finding some guy on the street that wants his dick sucked. :-D
Too bad I have to work at all this week. I shouldn't complain. I have wed-fri. off, but still...don't want to be here at all. And I am supposed to go to lunch with my boss today, but going to try my damndest to get out of that one. Just don't want to do it is all.
Only want to sit back, accept gifts, and wear my new clothes. That sounds like the perfect birthday plan to me.
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!
You see...the whole thing started when I got home on Friday. The birthday festivities officially began and they ain't gonna stop until this Friday. I love a week full of birthday. It is just about the best week of the year.
My parents were so excited to have me home. We drank tons of wine, smoked a LOT of pot and opened my birthday gifts right from the beginning. They were really generous with me this year. When I mentioned that to them, they were like "You are 25! It's a big birthday!" (Secretly I think they just feel sorry for my poor ass, but hey...I'll take it) I showed them my headshots and they went on and on and on. My dad started to cry, my mom held my hand and we all just sat there feeling and knowing that this is all starting right now. Wow.
After the drinking and board games, we ate tacos (my favorite food to eat at home) and I literally passed out in my bed at 2:30am with the tv on. I was expecting to stay up a bit by myself and chill, but that was a fruitless effort.
Saturday, my mom took me to get a one hour full body massage. At first, I was terrified and totally skeptical. I had never done this type of thing before and I was very uncomfortable with having to take my clothes off. ALL my clothes off.
I met the nice lady before she did the massage and she made me feel so comfortable. (My mom had said that it would work out cuz the massage therapist was incredible--and that she was!)
The room was dim, I was naked under a sheet, some type of Japanese music was playing in the background, and she began rubbing my shit down. IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME. The first five minutes were definitely weird. Especially when she put her hands on my ass. But eventually, you have to just let go. I was on another planet for the entire hour. In fact, it went by so fast that I about shit myself when she told me to put on my clothes and meet her outside. (P.S. Don't REALLY shit yourself while naked under a sheet. Massage therapists don't like that.)
When I walked out of the room, my head was buzzing and cloudy and I literally stumbled out of the building. No, I really STUMBLED out of the building. I felt like I had just done an excessive amount of drugs. It was pretty awesome. I have never been that relaxed in my life and hells if I am not counting the days until I get to do it again. Unfortunately, it costs like $65 for a professional massage, so this can't be an addiction type activity. I am going to have to space out my need for full naked rubdowns. But if you get the chance...GO! Everyone is uncomfortable with the body image thing...but once you let go...I am telling you...it's like nothing else.
After that, my mom took me on a shopping spree for summer clothes. She got me tons of shit, including new kicks, and 3 new necklaces. 3! Memble last week how I had no necklaces?? Well, now I have 3. :-D
And I love them all!
Following the shopping extravaganza of my life, my parents took me out to dinner at the Old Country Buffet. Yes, it was my choosing to go there. I got real stoned before we left, with my parents knowing and loving it
(my dad especially thinking it was cool--???), and then proceeded to eat my face off. I mean EAT MY FACE OFF. At one point, the "waitress" brought me over a new face and asked me politely not to do that again.
The one thing that shocked me a little was the clientele at this place. We were there at 4pm, but let's talk about scumbags...
I mean, it's not there fault...it's $7 all you can eat and that is an affordable meal for extremely overweight, poor black folk. ;)
When I was up getting my salad, this little black girl was standing next to me sucking down jello cubes of some sort and wiping her smeary nasty hands on the sneeze guard. I burst into laughter, avoided the pasta salad and went back to the table.
If you think about it...it is very rare that we are ever in the type of establishment that these type of people are. Even in NYC. I am not saying that I am Mr. Class or that I have all the money in the world (haha), but damn these people were like used to feeding in troughs outside of their barn!
Once dinner was over, we all went home for an hour nap and then off to the Saratoga Race Track. We went for the Harness racing, which if you don't know, is smaller horses that run around a mile long track with little chariots tied to their backs. The jockeys ride back there and the whole thing is just great! I mean...you gotta feel bad for the horses, but after 4 beers, I swear I saw the horses smiling that they were getting whipped in the ass.
After the first race, one of the horses wouldn't stop running crazily around the track. The jockey was thrown from the little chariot thing and the horse bolted towards the fence surrounding the track. People were trying to wave down the horse, there is a woman on a horse trying to get this crazy steed under control, but to no avail. The horse jumps the fence, smashing the chariot into a billion pieces and takes off out of the raceway. Where did he end up? Probably shot to death in the parking lot.
:(
I don't know what was scarier...when the horse went running away, or when everyone in the crowd was like "Oh God. Someone help! BLAH BLAH YIPES!"
No...someone actually said: "Blah Blah Yipes!"
That person was a jackass.
Overall...the time at the racetrack was probably my favorite. I had such an incredible time with my parents. We just joke around and laugh and make fun of everyone and its all so great. They took such wonderful care of me this weekend and I am so happy to have them. My mom did about 80 pounds of laundry for me, they gave me the money to get my headshots reproduced (although I told them it was a loan and that I would give them the money in August.), and they did whatever I wanted to do with no complaints.
It was perfect.
Wednesday evening, they leave to go spend a week or two with my brother in Germany. They are psyched and I am psyched for them. I talked to my brother quite a bit in the last couple of days and he is thrilled to have them come. For once HE is going to be the only brother in the family. ;)
SO THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I come home from the weekend to find the most INCREDIBLE BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER! Kelly, while I was gone, completely rearranged my room and made it beautiful! I mean...she TOTALLY gave my room an OVERHAUL! My jaw hit the floor when I saw it and I think I stood in the center of it speechless for a good 20 minutes.
I was a little nervous at first cuz there is so much space in there now. I thought that she just took a huge garbage bag and dumped it all in the trash. But she didn't. ;)
It definitely took a little while to get used to, but I immediatly got down to business on fixing it up the way I want it. I needed this push and Kelly new that. She DID this for me. She worked so hard and I will never forget this for as long as I live.
It looks so good. I am going to re-do the walls tonight and make it exactly the way I want it. Then, after a year and a half of being here, my room will be done! I am seriously overjoyed by this whole thing. I woke up this morning and let out a yelp of glee. It's like a brand new place and it looks so fucking good. For the first time since I graduated college, I have a slamming room again. :-D
Thank you Kelly. I can't say it enough. What you did was the nicest thing anyone has done for me in so long. It is...damn. It means so much.
Now...on to the rest of the week of birthday! Tomorrow is the actual day when I will turn 25! Ugh! But ROCK! I am not dreading the age thing at all. It's nice having Rita turn the year older first, cuz then I can warm up to it a bit before I do. I have no idea what my friends are planning, but I am so fucking excited. At one point, there was a grilled cheese restaurant involved. But that has since been nixed due to my peeking eyes. HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!
I wonder what is going on!?!?!?! Unfortunately Paul will not be attending. That hurts. He and I have had some ok conversations lately, but there is always this underlying disappointment on my part. I am sad that he is not going to be in town, but I understand. I leave for Boston on Wed., so it's not that I won't get to spend any time with him. It just sucks that I won't be able to have everyone I know and love at the same place on the same night. And if he does surprise me and show up, I will probably punch him in the face for playing this stupid "I am going to tell you I am not coming and then come" game. I hate that game.
BUT! I am very excited to do it up with my friends without having to worry about any of the bullshit that goes along with Paul. I can be myself and get trashed and not worry if I end up finding some guy on the street that wants his dick sucked. :-D
Too bad I have to work at all this week. I shouldn't complain. I have wed-fri. off, but still...don't want to be here at all. And I am supposed to go to lunch with my boss today, but going to try my damndest to get out of that one. Just don't want to do it is all.
Only want to sit back, accept gifts, and wear my new clothes. That sounds like the perfect birthday plan to me.
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!
