Not sure if this happens to anyone else, but I get my best ideas for this blog when I'm falling off to sleep. Problem is, I'm so damn tired and lazy that I don't get up and write them down. Instead I try to memorize my idea for the following morning - only to realize I completely and totally forgot what I was going to write about. God I hate that because I had a great idea last night but I can't remember it.....probably because I am still recovering from the weekend.
Thursday evening you know that I went shopping with my good friend B. Instead of writing a play by play - I'll just give you highlights. Great time shopping - seriously, we picked out a gift for his girl and even though he got aggravated at the whole scene, we still got a fair amount done. We then had dinner at the 101 - B paid - what a swell guy!!! Trixie, Samantha, her sister and Samantha's man all met us there. B also heard me sing for the first time. Now we all know that our girlfriends will tell us whatever we want to hear. For example, when we are distraught over a man, they will console us and make us feel like we did nothing wrong, whereas our male friends will tell us we were too eager, too possessive or too needy. When I sing, I get lots of compliments from people and my girlfriends tell me I sound awesome - but I take that only as far as I can throw it. So of course I was pleasantly surprised to get an email from B the next day, not only saying thank you for a good time, but to tell me that he had no idea that I had such a good voice, a phenomenal one at that. That really made my day because B is a critical person and to have him give a compliment is far and few between. - onward. I also drank a little too much and did my infamous drunk dialing. I only did two, but I apologize now for anything I said because I don't remember what I said. I wasn't plastered, its just that I ramble so much about absolute nonsense that I don't remember what I say. I'm very very sorry to anyone who got one. One more note about Thursday - I heart B.
Friday night - was a true wash. I stayed curled up in the fetal position all night and went to bed by 11:30.
Saturday - ahhhh Saturday. Very interesting. I had tickets for the taping of Comedy Central Presents and we saw Mike Birbiglia. No joke, I've seen him before and I love him. If you get the chance to watch the special - do it. If he's ever in your area, go see him. This is not an option. He has a website so Google him and check out his act:
"Yes I'm Italian, but I'm not really really Italian....my family is more like Olive Garden Italian."
Come on - that's funny.
Anyway, after that we raced home, changed, grabbed Samantha and headed to the City to pick up a guy that Trixie is dating (more on this later). We then hauled our cookies another half hour away to White Plains to go to a club where this guy's "friends" were going to be at. Now I dont like clubs and I certainly hate club music. Why? First, I can't stand club music for more than 5 minutes, however, this DJ did play a variety. Second reason why I hate clubs - I dont get hit on because skinny bitches are ever present with their fake boobies and tanned skin. HOWEVER - this is a first. Mer met a man. Shocker. She kissed him. Yikes. But the fairy tale ends there my friends because he lives in Connecticut. Not too far, but far enough. We'll see, he took my number but that's only as far as it went. God he was a good kisser too. Mer needed that. Actually we talked for most of the night - I mean - talked. We danced a little bit, but we talked mostly which is odd for a club. I'm getting side tracked - most importantly....how did the kiss happen. Ooooo aaaahhhhh - Well, that night Trixie's purse was stolen, thank god it was recovered only missing $60. When the intensity wore off, he asked if he could kiss me, "May I kiss you now?" - I blushed - yes I blushed - shoot me. I instantly thought to myself in a split second "You never do this. It would be so nice to kiss a guy. What would Trixie do?" So I said yes. It was luxurious. I mean, wow. My friggin toes curled and screamed "Yowzer!!!" He pulls away and says, "You're a good kisser." - my response, "I know." and I kissed him again. AAAaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like a school girl. I'm so lame. After that we kissed a lot - we talked, and the talking would be interrupted by more kissing - nice. I asked if he had cooties and he assured me he was cootie free. Whew! I'd like to see him again, but if I don't, no big deal. Connecticut remember?
Samantha and I got home about 5:00 a.m, Trixie stayed at her man's house (more on this later). And we did the totally chick thing; we gossiped, chilled and watched a movie until we went to bed at 6:30 a.m. Friggin good time. However, I was up at 10 and we got out of the house by 1 to go into Hoboken to drink more and watch football. It was a good time, but by George I was tired and in bed by 7. I don't know how I stayed awake and drank 3 beers. I have NO idea. I'm stupid.
Tonight I am going to the Bon Jovi concert. I'm stoked because not only is this my 5th time seeing them, but every single concert has been good. They really are a great act to watch even if you are not a Jovi fan. I'm also excited because this is my birthday gift to my sister and I was not present all weekend to enjoy it with her. I'm on a mission to show her a good time. Each year we get ripped and call my mother from the concernt:
"MA!!!! LISTEN - JON IS SINGING TO YOU!!!"
"Mer, is that you? I can't hear you!!"
"JUST FOR YOU MA!!!!" (me singing) "WOOOOOOAAAA O! LIVIN' ON A PRAYER. TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL MAKE IT I SWWWEEEEAAAARRRR. WOAAAA OO LIVIN' ON A PRAYER!!!!!
"I can't hear you!!! Its too loud"
"I LOVE MY SISSSY. I LOVE YOU MA!!! I GOTTA GO NOW, JON IS CALLING ME ON STAGE!!!"
And that my friends has happened 4 times before. Good times.
Tomorrow I'll give the story on how Trixie completely and totally burned herself and how I'm not sympathetic to her ply. Long story. Be well and think happy thoughts. I promise I'll toast a beer to all four of you who read this.