Weekend Review & other things

I am truly sorry for my utter lack of posts. Lately I just haven't been feeling up to it or much of anything lately. Today although nothing really happened; was an utterly awful day. No it wasn't the average Monday syndrome, it was something else, what I don't know but I'm sure it'll come to me later.

This past weekend started off well enough. The average going out on Friday night, having drinks with MTG and some friends. Nothing else on Friday. Though the bourbon's and coke were extra delicious for whatever reason this past Friday.

Saturday evening was a bit more thrilling. Though for most of the day I did my homework and studied for a class I'm taking at the local college. (I was bored and decided to sign up for an advanced French class. Why I dunno?) However the evening plan were already set. I was to meet MTG for a dinner party. She printed out the directions for me and the access code to the gated community where the house was located. I've meet these people before and they are nice. But I'm never truly comfortable with them. It's not the gated community thing though. Which I totally understand now cause well...now I live in one. Though a bit fancier as the entrance to the condo unit community has an actual armed guard you have to go through.

Anyways I got there in the evening. As I'm driving there a very good friend calls me. I haven't actually hang out with her in about a year or so. We both used to be good friends with my ex, until my ex used us and married my arch nemesis. (Yes I have an arch nemesis) In fact it was my ex that introduced us when she brought her over to a party I was having. She's so much fun, and I've known her for a long time now. Though I see her more like my older sister than friend, which probably tells you how close we've gotten. We've talked but have never been actually able to go out lately, which is sad. Anyways, she called me just as I'm entering the community. She was utterly bored and wanted to see what I was up to. I told here about the party, but I didn't really want to go. She wanted to go to the Jazz Fest that was going on in the park downtown. (It's free by the way, you just have to show up.) She wanted to know if I wanted to go, and see if MTG wanted to go to, as everyone else she'd called had plans.

I told her I'd try. I got to the party before MTG and placed the sodas I bought on the counter for the host. I already wasn't feeling it. I went outside to get some air on the porch and MTG pulled up. I helped her get down a gigantic bag of ice she bought and took it inside. I told MTG if she wanted to go to the Jazz Fest with my friend, but she said she wasn't up for it. I sat on one of the ever so soft plushy couches and our hosts son came up behind me and pulled the recline button on the side, nearly flipping me backwards. Nice you little cretin!! Though he apologized and said he wanted to make me comfortable.

I sat there and pretty much just watched everyone. MTG floating in and out of people showing pictures of us on last weeks trip to L.A. It was only about 15 mins into the party when we started eating. I quickly made a plate and found a nice corner to sit in. I was followed by another group of people, some I knew, most I didn't. MTG got herself a spot at the kitchen table and was talking to other people. One particular guy I know who is always trying to get MTG to go out running with him sat next to her. It irked me ever so much. Not that I mind her going running, in fact she's sorta got me into it now, but this guy is looking for more. Fortunately for me, she's can't really stand the guy and is only polite. She has a signal she gives me when she's cornered by someone like this. Which she gave for me to intercede. Though I admit I really didn't do much to this time other than go and stand by behind her for a bit and see she was alright. Running man got the hint enough though, but at the same time didn't leave the immediate area either.

So whatever. By this time it was 7:30 pm. I looked around and decided I wanted to leave. I went outside to call my friend to see what time the last act started at the Jazz Fest. It wasn't till later, but she said she was going to meet some friends of hers there. I told her I would go to, and asked if she wanted to car pool. She did so we meet up and I dropped off my car. (I told MTG that I was leaving and nothing much more) Being that she has a tiny Corolla that would fit just about anywhere we decided it best to go in her car. We talked and talked the whole way over. Having not seeing each other in forever we had lots to talk about.

We got awesome parking a block away from the festival, and got there while the roadies were setting up for the last act. Arturo Sandoval. BTW he is awesome. We had to stand as its a bring your own chair event, but while we stood around for the hour plus it took to setup the stage, we talked and talked. Her other friends never showed up. But according to her it was ok, as the friends her friend was bringing, she couldn't really stand. Mr. Sandoval finally started around 9 pm, and put on a great jazz show. Minor techincal difficulties ensued though, in particular with his keyboard. Fortunately his backup piano man was able to fill in when his went dead. Otherwise it was a great show.

Funny thing though is my friend who usually dances and sways just stood there. I though had to dance. Oh but while we first stood there, the people in front of us lit up a doobie, well several of them. So we got second hand pot smoke in us. Enough to give us a buzz. Which made me want to dance even more, though my friend didn't want to. So I swayed and moved by myself as was joined soon by others. Soon enough there was a whole circle of us dancing and twirling to the music. Letting loose and having fun. I didn't know any of these people, but when you gotta dance, who cares. It was so much fun. Even the little kids joined our group of dancing nuts. We hopped and swayed and played to the music. (Its hard to take pics with a mobile while buzzing from second hand pot smoke)

We left soon before the encore though as it was already past 11:30 pm. But being as we were buzzing from the pot smoke, we had killer munchies. So we settled on Denny's where we sat and talked till 1 am. It was so much fun that I'm glad I ditched the party. When I got back home MTG had stopped by after she left the party. Apparently she didn't stay too long after I left. I read her note she left on my kitchen counter. "Borrowed some CD's. TTYL XXOO"

Oh and here is my recently remodeled kitchen from a far.


I wouldn't realize until the next day that she took some CD's I had made for her way back when that I never gave to her cause I thought they'd freak her out. You know, the "I love you/want you" mix you make for someone, before your official and scrutinize over cause you don't want to give the wrong impression. The mix that you make about 10 times before finally deciding that it's good enough to give to that person. Well she unknowingly borrowed these CD's I had put in a case, never planning on giving to her. Each CD labled MTG Test Mix 1, 2, 3 and so on.

Sunday was a do nothing day. Washed the car, went to see the parents, and stayed at my brothers and played with the baby till late at night.

Today though I just felt down for whatever reason. I was snappy with people. Although I'm quite tired of fixing their utter sh*t, there was no excuse for me to be snappy. But when an entire office comes to you to fix every little PC problem, it gets annoying. Especially since we have no IT dept in our office, and I'm pretty much the default guy as I set the whole system for the IT guys in our other office on the east coast. Besides I'm not paid to do IT, I do it cause if I don't it'll never get done. But also to, I'm tired of all the drama between all these women. How they smile at each other and then turn into monsters the moment the other walks away. It's just uncomfortable. I don't want to be there right now. So it put me in a bad mood. But I put on my Pandora radio Sarah McLachlan channel and it helped me get through.

MTG called later on to see if I was ok. I told her I was fine, but as I was feeling blah, didn't talk much. (She also mentioned the interesting test mixes that she wants to know about later.) Even my boss asked if I was ok. I was almost about to loose it towards the last three hours, when MTG sent me a text message, which read, "Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me, and after all, your my Wonderwall." That alone gave me just enough zip to get me through the rest of the day with out smashing down the walls. We shall see what tomorrow brings.

Plus I have some rants and other banter I must post but it's late so till later.

Weekened Review

Dad: So how's Mix Tape Girl?

Me: She's fine, I really haven't had too much of a chance to talk to her this week. Her schedule's been a bit hectic. But when I have it's just been the daily check up. But we're going out tonight so I'm sure she'll have plenty to say.

Dad: I see. Well just make sure you give her your full attention and listen and be supportive.

Me: That I will dad.

Dad: Good lad.

And so it was myself and my dad eating lunch on Saturday. I haven't spent any time with him really in forever, so on Saturday he called me and insisted that we do lunch. I mean I see him quite often but we never really get to talk, like the expression would say, ships passing in the night. So he called me while I was getting a much needed hair cut. (which I will post about after this) We sit and talk and finish our lunch, he insists on paying and even leaving the tip. We walk out together and he turns and asks me if I have to go. I tell him I do but will be by later to spend more time. He nods and waves goodbye. By the time I get into my car and find a CD I want to listen to he's already pulled out and driven away. For some reason listening to James Taylor at the moment satisfies my mood. Maybe cause he's one of my dad's favorite singers.

I meet up with Mix Tape Girl (MTG) later and we go to another dinner party of some friends. I find it most interesting that now I accept more and more to go to these gathers than before I was with MTG. Somehow I always felt out of place. Not that I didn't have anything to say, it's just that most of what other people said didn't really interest me. But now I suppose through MTG's magic pixie dust, I'm turning into a bit of a social butterfly. Though when I do go out with her and I have no idea where we're going or whom our hosts are, I do get shy and clam up. But at least this night both of us knew the group of mutual friends that we have.

Our hosts were just having a simple sandwich meal, but when I asked what to bring she said "just anything, it's kinda potluck thing we're doing, last minute." So I stopped by a local BBQ place and ordered some chicken. I was a bit dressed up but not in anything I would consider fancy. (All black i.e. Johnny Cash) I went inside and didn't bother to take off my sunglasses, MTG waited in the car. I ordered chicken to take. The girl rang up my order, fortunately there weren't many people there and no one in line. She looked at me and asked, "Are you okay?" I said I was and asked if I didn't look okay. She said I looked fine but just off in space. Which I was since I was just leaning against the wall and letting my mind wander. She made small talk with me, (okay actually she was flirting heavily with me). She went to go get my order and gave me a whole bunch of extra stuff I didn't ask for. (A gallon of tea and family fries) MTG was utterly surprised when I walked out with so much stuff.

MTG: What happened? Why so much?

Me: I dunno. I batted my eyes a little at the girl on the register and she gave me this extra stuff.

MTG: Uh..huh. She give you her number? Do I have to go inside and beat her up? (She says jokingly)

Me: Nah...I didn't take it that far.

To which she pinched me for good measure.


We get there and MTG and myself are among the first few there. I parked myself on the giant oversized corner couch by the kitchen. MTG put some things up and followed suit. We sat there at first saying nothing just relaxing into the cushions. Finally I got up and got us some drinks. More people started showing up and most we knew some we didn't. MTG made rounds with everyone talking etc. But eventually we found our way back to the same seats on the couch, only this time with some wine. MTG started telling me all about the mess that is going on at work. At that point I remembered what my dad told me, and I gave her my undivided attention, although I didn't understand most of what she was talking about in regards to work. We ate a little and got more wine. Our hostess offered me some Vermouth, which I never had so I accepted a glass and loved the flavour. She brought two for MTG and myself. Though MTG said she didn't want any. I really liked it and drank mine right away. MTG sipped hers, and continued to talk to me. Most of everyone else went into the front room and were playing Pictionary. We sat there listening to loud laughs and the fun of everyone else. Not that we didn't want to play but we were just comfortable. MTG nestled into my side and played footsies with me. (Though I had to ask her if she was or was I just kicking the coffee table. She said it was her.) Some of the older guests that were sitting in the kitchen were talking about things I really didn't understand. Politics etc. But every few minutes they would turn around and look at us sitting together and coo with that weird sappiness of us being together and how we looked so cute.

So we continued to sit there. MTG doing most of the talking, getting any and all things out of her mind she wanted to rant about. I listened and responded to where I was supposed to from her questions. Though when she got kinda excited (more like upset) about things bothering her she squeezed my hand tighter than normal. So we sat there till just about 11 pm. MTG mentioned that she was tired and should go to sleep, but that she didn't want to go home. I got up first and then pulled MTG out of the couch. We tried to leave but ended up talking to our hostess for another hour in the kitchen, and then ended up taking home more food than what we brought. Some how I ended up taking home a huge plate of chicken salad sandwiches. (I hate chicken salad) We got in the car and again MTG told me she didn't want to go home. I took this to mean she wanted to stay the night so we drove back to my place.

She turned on the satellite radio in the car and after going through all 200 + channels settled on the movie channel. They were doing a special Sci-Fi Hi-Fi show with old Sci-Fi Movies. We listened to clips and the score to The Day The Earth Stood Still, and It Came From Beyond and a few others. The music fit so well as I took the back route home and its pretty much in complete darkness, and semi-country. MTG fell fast asleep half-way home, I suppose she talked her self into tiredness to me.

When I pulled up there was little I could do to wake her up. So I carried her inside and put her to bed. Though after which she managed to change into a shirt of mine when I went back out to get all the food I brought back. By the time I changed she was snoring. But I wasn't sleepy. So I watched some late night telle.

Today I got up and took MTG home after we slept in till just about noon. I remembered that I had to help my brother install a new washer/dryer. So I drove to the totally other end of town. We installed it with little trouble. But I ended up spending the whole day at his house doing odd jobs and playing with that baby. In fact we ended up simply having a BBQ since we did a lot of work and I stayed late. My brother and I sat in the back porch reminiscing and talking over a few beers.

I still can't believe how my brother is now, a family a house. It boggles my mind. Him who was always in so much trouble, never responsible, never had cash, always something. Now that his son is here it's a totally different story. I guess you can never tell.

MTG called to check on me a few times while I was there. And to tell me thanks for letting her vent last night. And to say, "I love you." because she forgot to say that last night and this morning.

On the long drive back home I popped in my Kenney Chesney CD that I have in my glove compartment that I had forgot about. It's been there for a long time. I really haven't listened to it since a road trip I took with an ex a few years ago. I love his country songs, but usually when I hear them it makes me think of my ex and what probably would have happened if I had just stayed in a particular place a long time ago. (Meaning I'd probably be married etc, right now. Married at 22 at the time, which I'm so glad didn't happen.) But this time I didn't think about her and only thought of MTG when the songs played. So now this CD will probably find its way back into my mainstream circulation.

And that was the weekend. Oh and just and FYI, for those of you who asked for 'mind jarring questions'. I am working on them. I will hopefully try to get them out before I leave to L.A. this Thurs. Oh yeah I forgot to mention, I'll be in California from Thurs till the middle of next week. But that's for another post.