Friday, March 12, 2004
Rolling Eyes Emoticon
There are two people in my office today. My boss and me. Everyone else is either out on vacation or home sick. It’s quite nice to have absolute silence in the work place, but I have to admit that I’m also tremendously bored. There’s only so much playing a girl can do!
I wasn’t going to go out for Mariah’s birthday event last night, but at the last minute decided that I had to push myself through it. I showed up at Pop Burger at 9:30pm and for the next two hours fit in as many conversations with old friends as I could. It was quite productive as far as catching up with people goes.
If you have never been to Pop Burger before, you must understand that the front of the restaurant looks like an extra hip McDonalds. The back part is a lounge/bar. It’s totally Metrosexual, which makes me cringe with irritation, but a very chill and laid back crowd overall. The cheeseburgers are mini-sized and taste like heaven. Well, if heaven were made of cheeseburgers.
At one point, I am sitting talking to my friend Joanna, when Kelly comes out of nowhere, puts her hands around my throat and shoves me against the wall. Now, this may seem a little violent to the average reader, but as soon as Kelly did that, I looked at her and said “What now?!?!” (Knowing that someone or something huge had just happened. - See, Kelly and I communicate via grabbing each other by the throat. You understand.)
She looks at me with huge eyes and says “Ahmad is on a date with a guy in the restaurant next door.” I was like “BOH!?” I immediately threw my jacket on, made sure Paul was out of sight, and hightailed it out the front door with her. Kelly, being the gem that she is, went in to the restaurant and pulled Ahmad from his date. I talked with him for about 10 minutes, the whole time him saying how “SO OVER ME HE IS”. We made tentative dinner plans for the next couple of weeks. But I still believe that if you have to tell someone that you are over them, you clearly aren’t.
He did look good. Very solid and pumped up. However, I just don’t get the fire for him anymore. He is a sweet kid and always treated me with nothing, but respect. Yet, I don’t feel any sort of chemistry with him any more. Also, the guy he was on the date with? YIKERIFF! When his date looked away, I looked at Ahmad and I go “Um…no.” Ahmad and I laughed at the fact that he was on a date with a nasty gay boy and then he left with him. Figures.
I left with Kelly around 11:30pm so that I could get some sleep before the big weekend of Rita’s wedding shower. Mariah walked in to the apartment at 1am and told me that Paul was completely missing. She and my friend Angie had put him in a cab and paid for his ride home a half hour earlier. Of course they had to peel his drunk ass off the ground before doing so. But when she arrived at home and Paul wasn’t there, we both started to panic.
He walked in around 3:30am.
When I woke up this morning I asked him where he was all night.
This was our brief conversation:
Me: “Where WERE you all night?”
Paul: “I have no idea at all.”
Me: “Did you go back out to another bar by yourself?”
Paul: “No I walked home when Mariah left.”
Me: “No you didn’t. You fell on the ground and hit your head and Mariah and Angie put you in a cab and sent you home.”
Paul: “Then why was I walking for hours?”
Me: “That’s the whole point. Why did you get out of the cab and then just walk for hours? It doesn’t make any sense to me. You went to another bar.”
Paul: “I have no idea where I was or what happened.”
Me: “So you are saying that you lost two hours of your life. You have no way of figuring out what happened between 1-3am?”
Paul: “I have no idea at all.”
Me: “You know who else loses hours of their life after falling down and slamming their head on the pavement?”
Paul: “Who?”
Me: “Alcoholics.”
Then I left for work. I’ll deal with that sorry shit on Sunday.
I’m REALLY glad to go to Syracuse this weekend. I definitely need some time away from this whole scene. It will feel so good to be in the open fresh air of Suburbia USA! Nice change of pace.
Get ready Rita!
I’m on my way!
There are two people in my office today. My boss and me. Everyone else is either out on vacation or home sick. It’s quite nice to have absolute silence in the work place, but I have to admit that I’m also tremendously bored. There’s only so much playing a girl can do!
I wasn’t going to go out for Mariah’s birthday event last night, but at the last minute decided that I had to push myself through it. I showed up at Pop Burger at 9:30pm and for the next two hours fit in as many conversations with old friends as I could. It was quite productive as far as catching up with people goes.
If you have never been to Pop Burger before, you must understand that the front of the restaurant looks like an extra hip McDonalds. The back part is a lounge/bar. It’s totally Metrosexual, which makes me cringe with irritation, but a very chill and laid back crowd overall. The cheeseburgers are mini-sized and taste like heaven. Well, if heaven were made of cheeseburgers.
At one point, I am sitting talking to my friend Joanna, when Kelly comes out of nowhere, puts her hands around my throat and shoves me against the wall. Now, this may seem a little violent to the average reader, but as soon as Kelly did that, I looked at her and said “What now?!?!” (Knowing that someone or something huge had just happened. - See, Kelly and I communicate via grabbing each other by the throat. You understand.)
She looks at me with huge eyes and says “Ahmad is on a date with a guy in the restaurant next door.” I was like “BOH!?” I immediately threw my jacket on, made sure Paul was out of sight, and hightailed it out the front door with her. Kelly, being the gem that she is, went in to the restaurant and pulled Ahmad from his date. I talked with him for about 10 minutes, the whole time him saying how “SO OVER ME HE IS”. We made tentative dinner plans for the next couple of weeks. But I still believe that if you have to tell someone that you are over them, you clearly aren’t.
He did look good. Very solid and pumped up. However, I just don’t get the fire for him anymore. He is a sweet kid and always treated me with nothing, but respect. Yet, I don’t feel any sort of chemistry with him any more. Also, the guy he was on the date with? YIKERIFF! When his date looked away, I looked at Ahmad and I go “Um…no.” Ahmad and I laughed at the fact that he was on a date with a nasty gay boy and then he left with him. Figures.
I left with Kelly around 11:30pm so that I could get some sleep before the big weekend of Rita’s wedding shower. Mariah walked in to the apartment at 1am and told me that Paul was completely missing. She and my friend Angie had put him in a cab and paid for his ride home a half hour earlier. Of course they had to peel his drunk ass off the ground before doing so. But when she arrived at home and Paul wasn’t there, we both started to panic.
He walked in around 3:30am.
When I woke up this morning I asked him where he was all night.
This was our brief conversation:
Me: “Where WERE you all night?”
Paul: “I have no idea at all.”
Me: “Did you go back out to another bar by yourself?”
Paul: “No I walked home when Mariah left.”
Me: “No you didn’t. You fell on the ground and hit your head and Mariah and Angie put you in a cab and sent you home.”
Paul: “Then why was I walking for hours?”
Me: “That’s the whole point. Why did you get out of the cab and then just walk for hours? It doesn’t make any sense to me. You went to another bar.”
Paul: “I have no idea where I was or what happened.”
Me: “So you are saying that you lost two hours of your life. You have no way of figuring out what happened between 1-3am?”
Paul: “I have no idea at all.”
Me: “You know who else loses hours of their life after falling down and slamming their head on the pavement?”
Paul: “Who?”
Me: “Alcoholics.”
Then I left for work. I’ll deal with that sorry shit on Sunday.
I’m REALLY glad to go to Syracuse this weekend. I definitely need some time away from this whole scene. It will feel so good to be in the open fresh air of Suburbia USA! Nice change of pace.
Get ready Rita!
I’m on my way!
