Thursday, March 9, 2006
Weekend Udate 97357
......ok so I had a less than exciting weekend but thought I'd type about it so that y'all can see why I am happy that spring is coming...warm weather, sandals, skirts and tank tops.... I am a hot weather type of chick. When it's cold I tend to become a hermit....but now....it's ON!
...now on to my boring weekend.
Friday I left work early...no one was in the office and it was nice weather. I had some money in my pocket and it was itching to be spent....I hoped on the train and went to Union Square. Everytime I say I am going to Union Square you should know that my ultimate goal is to go shoe shopping...DSW in the muthafucken house!! Plus there are like a billion stores over there. So I get off the train and I am thinking I am the shit...memories of when I first got to NYC are in the air just because it's one of those days....the kinda day that it's just busy! People are happy that it's 65...no snow..sitting out in Union Square park and soaking up ...... life.
I looked across the street as I came up from the pits of hell (read: subway)...and I see my habit. Ever so gently and seductively calling my name.... whispering all the good things I'll find as I make my way through her doors...
I look at her and wish her a successful day...and let her know I'll be back another time to enter her passage......today.......I walk right past her. I am on another sort of mission.
I've been saving money to move...and that dream is within my reach I can not, will not faulter from that task. Today I can not put my size sixes with the corvette red polish into anything that is going to make me regret it a month from now........but I do have to spend some money today....just not on the shoe stroll.
I gotta get my eyes checked and some new contacts and glasses. I walk right by my girl and head to the other end of the block...
I walk in and speak nicely to the little alternative asian guy. He makes small talk that I'm not good at and then I see the doc.....
Doc is another alternative...but she's a chick....a cropped hair, docker wearing short sleeve black t-shirt wearing alternative....so what....she's nice to me! She checks my eyes and then she "hmmmmmm"s me............da fuck does that mean.... hmmmmmmm
Well it means that no matter what click she puts my left eye on...I can't see clearly. SO she asks me if I have had any injury to my eye....No. Have you ever had problems with this particular eye?....No. So, she puts some yello dye in my eye to see if she can see any injury that my contacts might have made....Nothing. So now I am thinking....Am I going blind in my left eye? She doesn't prescribe anything but sends me on my way and tells me to come back Monday when she can examine it at length...ggrrrrreat...I'm blind for the weekend!
I head to Whole Foods and buy my brown rice spicy tempura shrimp dish and head to Westchester on Metro-North. Tonight DipSet and I are heading to watch high school play-offs at Pace.
I get home and the idiot is in a good mood...which is great becasue I have been in a good mood all day. His mood determines my mood which sucks...but that's what happens when you live with someone. So because he's being the good little bunny and treating me nice and saying I look cute........I give him head on the drive up to Pace....thought about swallowing this time but stopped before he came....yea, not sure if I wanna let him Splat! in my mouth....but then again, what difference does it make...his dick IS in my mouth after all...I shoulda...but I didn't....too bad for him! HA!
Went to dinner AT 11:00 at night to Ba.you in Mt. Vernon....had crawfish (mudbugs) and Dos Equis and called it night.
Saturday comes and I am sleepy as hell and feeling naseas... I only had 1 beer and only half of that......think it was the damn mudbugs! Got up at 6:30 Am to take booger-head to work......I'mma lucky girl 'cause I have the truck all day to myself! Went back home slept until 9 and got up and did my "wifely" shit around the house and then headed out for the day. Errands galore. Completed them all except for going to Trader Joe's in Scarsdale (was the TOTAL opposite direction of everythign I needed to do) Ended up having "brunch" with Brooklyn. Was a little scared..haven't seen him in a minute but with me about to move....felt like I could sorta kinda finally give in and meet him for a bite. He's delicious. We talked and talked and I wanted to kiss him but.....I live with one man......I CAN NOT be kissing on another. But I wanted to...but I didn't. Shoulda...but I didn't.
Left him and headed home to meet up with Slishy.........The Slish-ter made a short film with a buddy of his last year called Damon. Well, it was chosen for the Westchester Film Festival....had to support my friend that supports me! I scratch he scratch we all scratch someones back. We talked all the way through it....he seems to think I needed someone to interput the movie...he thinks I'm dunce. Met Stughetto FINALLY....and his other friend who I don't remember and left to pick up DipSet from work. We went to bed at 10....Saturday was a wrap!
Sunday morning...at 7AM...this biotch says we are going house hunting (for him) in Connecticut and wants to leave the house at 10AM...ok fine. An hour later he comes into the room and tells me that he doesn't want to go...let's go to Jersey and pick a paper then go to breakfast..... ok, now this man has been talking about buying a house since I met him over 6 months ago....he makes over $120,000 a year but keeps telling me that houses cost too much (which they do) but he keeps dragging his feet and letting good oppurtunities pass him by. I've gotten use to him NOT following through on the house hunting.....so all I do is say...ok. I ask where he wants to go....he says he guesses we can go to this nasty ass diner. Now I don 't know if y'all pay attention to what I say.......but when it comes to food.....I HATE...I LOATH...any place that fucks up food. I love food....love good food...love even better food. Breakfast is my favorite meal......FUCK GOING TO THE NASTY ASS DINER!
"Hey Slish, how is the brunch at G-Bar?".....aaaaaaaaaa, I don't know. Grrreat.
SO I suggest the G-Bar....he get's a funky attitude....what the fuck are you getting the funky attitude for....good soul/jamaican/italian food versus nasty ass old pasty people diner? We end up at Yv.onne's in Pe.lham. GREAT food....but I would have been good without the quasi-gospel music variety show. BUT GREAT FOOD! He rushes me through that, so a buffet brunch that taste great only got 1 plate outta me....he had to officiate 2 games at Westchester Community College....grrrreat. I went and read the paper....watching him run up and down the court no longer turns me on. Watching him chuckle with the kids no longer makes me smile. Watching him adjust his shirt over his big muscly arms no longer makes my pussy contract. I look at him a couple of times during the game and blindly look right through him...go back to reading the paper and checking out the black daddies that have come to watch their boys play ball.
I drop him off again...it's 3 and I have a Sunday afternoon with nothing to do but what I want....as he was getting out of the truck he asked me what I was doing for the rest of the day (as usual) told him that I had to go to Target to get some toothpaste...told him I had no money, he asked me how much I needed....I said $60. He said..."for toothpaste?" ...oh, and for some feminine products. He hands me $60 and tells me I am a pain in his ass, as he gets outta his truck and I drive off.
........Off to Cue Lounge. I am going to have 2 hours of uninterruppted "me" time. I go in...Joe isn't there so the chick gives me a crappy table....but I play my ass off. Making all kinds of lucky shots...LOL A guy (as normal) comes over and ask if we can shoot a couple of games....I say sure. As soon as we start to play DipSet calls....I don't answer.
Now y'all gonna think I am paranoid...but y'all just don't know.....he scurs me. SO I get all 'noid...thinking that he saw his truck parked out in front of the spot (he doesn't like me going there by myself...other guys and whatnot) but it's 3 in the middle of the muthafucken afternoon, what's gonna happen. Then the next 'noid thought comes that maybe someone he knows saw me in here playing with this miscellaneous dude........then I think.......
What the Fuck is Wrong with Me???? I am the mucthafucken mack yo! I don't care if he saw me with my feet up in the air....I wasn't doing anything wrong!
........but I did excuse myself from the table and went outside to return his call......LOL
....he asked if I had gone to Target...NO.
He asked if I had been home yet...NO.
Well, what are you doing?
MAN, What are YOU doing? I laugh (try to add humor to my half assed attempt to get him off my back about where the fuck I've been in HIS truck...LOL)
He spooks me. so I finish my game and take me silly ass to Target, grocery store and CVS. I cook dinner, clean house, watch So.pranos (T.ony got shot), Gr.ey's Ana.tomy and go pick his ass up at 1 in the morning. He get's in the truck I say NOTHING to him...I get home, get in bed and he sleeps on the couch...I get up this morning in a GREAT mood...leave and don't say shit to him as I walk out the door.
He's gonna beat my ass whenever I see him again...........
That my friends is the extent of my fun time.....it's Monday and I have to find some new shit to get into....starting with dinner tomorrow night with XXXXXXX Wednesday night pool, I am stuck with the Dip on Thursday night but I get drinks with XXXXXX on Friday....then lunch with XXXX on Saturday..... I tell you... you give me too much free time...I'mma find a way to occupy it.
......or.....give me enough rope, i'mma hang my damn self.
...now on to my boring weekend.
Friday I left work early...no one was in the office and it was nice weather. I had some money in my pocket and it was itching to be spent....I hoped on the train and went to Union Square. Everytime I say I am going to Union Square you should know that my ultimate goal is to go shoe shopping...DSW in the muthafucken house!! Plus there are like a billion stores over there. So I get off the train and I am thinking I am the shit...memories of when I first got to NYC are in the air just because it's one of those days....the kinda day that it's just busy! People are happy that it's 65...no snow..sitting out in Union Square park and soaking up ...... life.
I looked across the street as I came up from the pits of hell (read: subway)...and I see my habit. Ever so gently and seductively calling my name.... whispering all the good things I'll find as I make my way through her doors...
I look at her and wish her a successful day...and let her know I'll be back another time to enter her passage......today.......I walk right past her. I am on another sort of mission.
I've been saving money to move...and that dream is within my reach I can not, will not faulter from that task. Today I can not put my size sixes with the corvette red polish into anything that is going to make me regret it a month from now........but I do have to spend some money today....just not on the shoe stroll.
I gotta get my eyes checked and some new contacts and glasses. I walk right by my girl and head to the other end of the block...
I walk in and speak nicely to the little alternative asian guy. He makes small talk that I'm not good at and then I see the doc.....
Doc is another alternative...but she's a chick....a cropped hair, docker wearing short sleeve black t-shirt wearing alternative....so what....she's nice to me! She checks my eyes and then she "hmmmmmm"s me............da fuck does that mean.... hmmmmmmm
Well it means that no matter what click she puts my left eye on...I can't see clearly. SO she asks me if I have had any injury to my eye....No. Have you ever had problems with this particular eye?....No. So, she puts some yello dye in my eye to see if she can see any injury that my contacts might have made....Nothing. So now I am thinking....Am I going blind in my left eye? She doesn't prescribe anything but sends me on my way and tells me to come back Monday when she can examine it at length...ggrrrrreat...I'm blind for the weekend!
I head to Whole Foods and buy my brown rice spicy tempura shrimp dish and head to Westchester on Metro-North. Tonight DipSet and I are heading to watch high school play-offs at Pace.
I get home and the idiot is in a good mood...which is great becasue I have been in a good mood all day. His mood determines my mood which sucks...but that's what happens when you live with someone. So because he's being the good little bunny and treating me nice and saying I look cute........I give him head on the drive up to Pace....thought about swallowing this time but stopped before he came....yea, not sure if I wanna let him Splat! in my mouth....but then again, what difference does it make...his dick IS in my mouth after all...I shoulda...but I didn't....too bad for him! HA!
Went to dinner AT 11:00 at night to Ba.you in Mt. Vernon....had crawfish (mudbugs) and Dos Equis and called it night.
Saturday comes and I am sleepy as hell and feeling naseas... I only had 1 beer and only half of that......think it was the damn mudbugs! Got up at 6:30 Am to take booger-head to work......I'mma lucky girl 'cause I have the truck all day to myself! Went back home slept until 9 and got up and did my "wifely" shit around the house and then headed out for the day. Errands galore. Completed them all except for going to Trader Joe's in Scarsdale (was the TOTAL opposite direction of everythign I needed to do) Ended up having "brunch" with Brooklyn. Was a little scared..haven't seen him in a minute but with me about to move....felt like I could sorta kinda finally give in and meet him for a bite. He's delicious. We talked and talked and I wanted to kiss him but.....I live with one man......I CAN NOT be kissing on another. But I wanted to...but I didn't. Shoulda...but I didn't.
Left him and headed home to meet up with Slishy.........The Slish-ter made a short film with a buddy of his last year called Damon. Well, it was chosen for the Westchester Film Festival....had to support my friend that supports me! I scratch he scratch we all scratch someones back. We talked all the way through it....he seems to think I needed someone to interput the movie...he thinks I'm dunce. Met Stughetto FINALLY....and his other friend who I don't remember and left to pick up DipSet from work. We went to bed at 10....Saturday was a wrap!
Sunday morning...at 7AM...this biotch says we are going house hunting (for him) in Connecticut and wants to leave the house at 10AM...ok fine. An hour later he comes into the room and tells me that he doesn't want to go...let's go to Jersey and pick a paper then go to breakfast..... ok, now this man has been talking about buying a house since I met him over 6 months ago....he makes over $120,000 a year but keeps telling me that houses cost too much (which they do) but he keeps dragging his feet and letting good oppurtunities pass him by. I've gotten use to him NOT following through on the house hunting.....so all I do is say...ok. I ask where he wants to go....he says he guesses we can go to this nasty ass diner. Now I don 't know if y'all pay attention to what I say.......but when it comes to food.....I HATE...I LOATH...any place that fucks up food. I love food....love good food...love even better food. Breakfast is my favorite meal......FUCK GOING TO THE NASTY ASS DINER!
"Hey Slish, how is the brunch at G-Bar?".....aaaaaaaaaa, I don't know. Grrreat.
SO I suggest the G-Bar....he get's a funky attitude....what the fuck are you getting the funky attitude for....good soul/jamaican/italian food versus nasty ass old pasty people diner? We end up at Yv.onne's in Pe.lham. GREAT food....but I would have been good without the quasi-gospel music variety show. BUT GREAT FOOD! He rushes me through that, so a buffet brunch that taste great only got 1 plate outta me....he had to officiate 2 games at Westchester Community College....grrrreat. I went and read the paper....watching him run up and down the court no longer turns me on. Watching him chuckle with the kids no longer makes me smile. Watching him adjust his shirt over his big muscly arms no longer makes my pussy contract. I look at him a couple of times during the game and blindly look right through him...go back to reading the paper and checking out the black daddies that have come to watch their boys play ball.
I drop him off again...it's 3 and I have a Sunday afternoon with nothing to do but what I want....as he was getting out of the truck he asked me what I was doing for the rest of the day (as usual) told him that I had to go to Target to get some toothpaste...told him I had no money, he asked me how much I needed....I said $60. He said..."for toothpaste?" ...oh, and for some feminine products. He hands me $60 and tells me I am a pain in his ass, as he gets outta his truck and I drive off.
........Off to Cue Lounge. I am going to have 2 hours of uninterruppted "me" time. I go in...Joe isn't there so the chick gives me a crappy table....but I play my ass off. Making all kinds of lucky shots...LOL A guy (as normal) comes over and ask if we can shoot a couple of games....I say sure. As soon as we start to play DipSet calls....I don't answer.
Now y'all gonna think I am paranoid...but y'all just don't know.....he scurs me. SO I get all 'noid...thinking that he saw his truck parked out in front of the spot (he doesn't like me going there by myself...other guys and whatnot) but it's 3 in the middle of the muthafucken afternoon, what's gonna happen. Then the next 'noid thought comes that maybe someone he knows saw me in here playing with this miscellaneous dude........then I think.......
What the Fuck is Wrong with Me???? I am the mucthafucken mack yo! I don't care if he saw me with my feet up in the air....I wasn't doing anything wrong!
........but I did excuse myself from the table and went outside to return his call......LOL
....he asked if I had gone to Target...NO.
He asked if I had been home yet...NO.
Well, what are you doing?
MAN, What are YOU doing? I laugh (try to add humor to my half assed attempt to get him off my back about where the fuck I've been in HIS truck...LOL)
He spooks me. so I finish my game and take me silly ass to Target, grocery store and CVS. I cook dinner, clean house, watch So.pranos (T.ony got shot), Gr.ey's Ana.tomy and go pick his ass up at 1 in the morning. He get's in the truck I say NOTHING to him...I get home, get in bed and he sleeps on the couch...I get up this morning in a GREAT mood...leave and don't say shit to him as I walk out the door.
He's gonna beat my ass whenever I see him again...........
That my friends is the extent of my fun time.....it's Monday and I have to find some new shit to get into....starting with dinner tomorrow night with XXXXXXX Wednesday night pool, I am stuck with the Dip on Thursday night but I get drinks with XXXXXX on Friday....then lunch with XXXX on Saturday..... I tell you... you give me too much free time...I'mma find a way to occupy it.
......or.....give me enough rope, i'mma hang my damn self.