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With all the terrible stuff that’s been happening (I know I never really went into it–it’s not my place. But if you want to read news articles you can see what happened here), my friends took notice and made sure that I had plenty to do on Monday to keep me busy.
It was a busy day at work. I went out to lunch, stopped home to pack for today and tomorrow, then my friend Chris took me out to dinner before my softball game and even stayed to watch it. Sure, we got run-ruled, but it happens. And I got to hold a baby. 🙂
It’s nice to know I’ve got people behind me. It’s going to be a rough couple of days. I’ll see you all Thursday.
It was a good one. Lemme tell you.
Friday night, I went downtown (Cleveland) for a friend’s bachelorette party. We saw a comedy show at Hilarities, ate at Pickwick & Frolic, and then hit Flannery’s, the Mexican place (can’t remember the name) and The Corner Alley. It was a lot of fun! I had never really “done” East 4th Street before.
So I got to see two girls from college, made some new friends, and got to go out on the town. The next morning, I drove to Pennsylvania where Mike and I took a 22 mile bike ride down the Allegheny River, rented some movies (3 Ninjas, baby!) and went out to dinner for Mike’s birthday.
Mike’s birthday is TODAY! Just in case you were wondering. (I always get a little sad about this because we
can never be together on our birthdays. My wish for his birthday–and my own–and every other opportunity I have to make a wish is that we can be together every day from now on.)
And on Sunday, we did my favorite thing. We did the domestic thing. We washed cars, went to the grocery store, went shopping, cooked dinner, watched television. It was perfect. It makes me really think about the trend we started when we started leaving each other for jobs. We’re meant to be. Make a wish when you blow out your candles without me, Baby.
Happy Birthday, and I love you!
I was talking with my friend Chris today and we both agree that our late 20’s are kind of shitty. I can’t get in the same town as Mike and Chris is looking to catch a break in more than a few ways.
And I’m so damn worried about the future that quite frankly, I’ve turned into a royal curmudgeon. So much so, in fact, that my left eye has not stopped twitching for weeks. TWITCHY CURMUDGEON!
I rarely go out during the week with my coworkers…and if I do, I’m usually pretty lame. You can ask them. They will tell you the same.
I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday. I got cranky about my oil change. I pouted about living alone when I had to kill a spider. I get pissy because I can’t decorate my apartment (if I can’t paint, then why even bother?). Then I get pissier because I don’t want to live in an apartment and I want a backyard.
It never ends. I’m boring. I’ve lost my excitement about “right now” because I’m so worried about the future. I’m going to try to change that…
If you catch me being a curmudgeon, smack me and tell me to snap out of it.
!!!!!!!! It’s official. I am going to Roseanne’s house. It’s true! Okay okay, not her real house (which is in Hawaii now), and not even a house she ever actually lived in. And truth be told, according to my good buddy, Bruce, they never actually filmed inside this house, either… But I will be visiting THE HOUSE (or at least the outside of it) that is featured in all of the episodes of Roseanne!
Alright alright, you’re not excited about this at all, are you? WELL YOU SHOULD BE! On October 21, my roommate from college (Kay, aka Snoop-A-Loop) will grab her green hat, and we will go to Indianapolis to pick up Barbs, another friend from college. No doubt, Barbs will have her cranky thong on, so we’re going to have to get her drunk and throw her into the car the next morning.
From there, we will drive to 619 South Runnymeade Avenue in Evansville, Indiana, and we will take shameless photos in front of the house. Barbs will probably be snapping most of the pictures, as she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about Roseanne.
Would it be out of line to ask the people who live there if we can come in? I hope it’s not out of line, because I fully intend on doing it.
I AM SO EXCITED!!!
It’s official! Officially I am going to Wilmington! I’ve had the travel bug for some time now, and I am still astounded to say that I miss Wilmington.
So when I get off of work on June 30, I am going to drive to Pennsylvania, pick up Mike, put him in the front seat of Delilah, throw his luggage in the back, and start off across Pennsylvania on our 12-hour drive to Wilmington!
And I’m not just excited about Wilmington. I’m excited about a multitude of things:
1) The Drive. I fell in love with the drive to Wilmington and certain parts of the way along with it. I love the Sheetz in Breezewood, PA, and how all the gas stations sit in a tiny valley where huge roads intersect. The cigarette tower in Richmond, VA, how dangerously close I come to Washington, DC and all its scary traffic. I love Pilot Mountain in North Carolina, and the way I can convince myself that I already smell the ocean. I love being in a car for 12 hours, drinking coffee and eating beef jerky, seeing the number of North Carolina license plates increase. I love driving 75 mph and throwing my hand out the window to feel the wind rush through my fingers.
4) Bars. The Reel Cafe where I knew I loved Mike. The Blue Post. Barbary Coast, The Goat and Compass, Level 5, THE FAT PELICAN!
5) Beaches. Getting TAN! And seeing the ocean.
6) Driving around in the memories. I’m so excited.
If you want to get together, please let me know!