Energetic Colors
Have you ever had an experience that you simply couldn't figure out? I'm talking about things like going to a movie, and not knowing if you liked it or not. Perhaps you've had a date that you initially thought went well, until you looked back on it and realized you were unable to figure out if you liked the person or not. This is the feeling I get from this entire weekend. It was neither good nor bad; it simply was.
Some highlights of the weekend:
"Great. Green has 1000 different personalities, and they're all in the back seat of my car!"
"Seriously, we'll open the club on facebook. "The Marathon Girls."
"It's fake. It's faux. It's...polyester."
"My fiancee's name is Jose." "As in Cuervo?" "Absolutely! I figure any man who can get me into bed that often has got to be worth my time."
Legs had her first "real" date with Green set up for Friday night, and he had left all the planning up to her, so we had been trying to figure out what to do for a couple of days. V was coming home from his conference, and I had yet to hear whether or not I was going to be able to see him, so I was trying to figure out my plans for the evening. I got out of work, looked at my phone, and saw I had missed calls from both Legs and V. V's message was that Green would be arriving at his place around 7:30, and they would come to our apartment from there. Legs was freaking out about having nothing to wear and no ideas for what to do. I decided to call V back first, since posing another question to Legs at that point may have caused her to jump off the balcony. I asked V if we were going out with Green and Legs, and he said he had thought so, so I figured what the heck, I'd go with it. I called Legs, let her know that we were apparently double dating, and assured her I would have a plan by the time I got home. We decided we would go out for dessert, then pick up a bottle of wine and rent a movie to watch at home. (Yay for a plan!) Then we picked out clothes for each other, (Yay for having something to wear!) and made a mix c.d. for the drive. (This has become a bit of a tradition for us.)
I was a little stand-offish towards V on the drive, and throughout dessert. I guess it threw me for a loop that he wanted to go on an actual date...with his best friend. Considering last weekend he basically told me he was not looking for a relationship, I didn't really know how to deal with the fact that he was allowing our best friends to see us "as a couple" on a date. It freaked me out. So I performed my normal "be social enough to get by, but put up walls to keep any type of affection out" routine. I sang quietly along with the c.d. in the car, tried to keep about six inches between us at the restaurant, and only minimally participated in conversation. V responded to this by singing with me in the car, inching towards me in our booth, and often attempting to hold my hand. I'm starting to feel a bit like a circus poodle with all the hoops being thrown at me right now. I guess that's beside the point...
So the boys have now proven that they are the male versions of Legs and I, which we find highly amusing. There was much fondue fun (we took them to The Melting Pot), and it got a little more than messy. I believe at one point chocolate fondue was purposefully dripped onto someone else, and V attempted to feed me the dipped cherry, but he failed. It amused *almost everyone. Also, Green's wallet was in everyone's possession but his own for a good part of the evening. We had a lot of fun looking through that, especially when we found the pictures of him with long hair. That greatly amused us. V willingly emptied his wallet for us to look through, and I have to say I'm amused to see it had exactly what I thought it would: the bare minimum. He's not exactly the type to carry pictures or mementos around. After dinner we went to blockbuster and picked up "The Wedding Crashers" and "Komodo" (which was just as awesomely bad as we had thought it would be. Yay!) We also picked up a bottle of wine, and the boys bought themselves 40's. (I never understood the appeal of 40's...) This is where the evening gets fun. We put in Wedding Crashers, opened the drinks, and started hanging out. V and I left Green and Legs for a little bit, and came back to find them gone, which left us alone with the movie and the wine. Then the "true love / soul mate" scene came on. That would be when I began to verbally vomit all over V.
I was somewhat drunk, and I have to admit I don't remember how much detail I went in to, but I know it was bad. I at least touched on my histories with both sexual assault and cancer. I remember going into some detail about my f-ed up history with Kimop. My self-esteem issues came up. That's right. I tried to convince him that I'm not special, unique, or even interesting. Also the fact that only married men or men in serious relationships ever seem interested in me. When he pointed out that he is not married, and does not have a girlfriend, I asked him what he was doing with me. Apparently I was emphatic about my unspecialness. From there the conversation somehow got turned to Bug (I think he asked to see a picture of her), and that topic was discussed in depth. He asked me a whole bunch of questions about her, and seemed very interested in my answers. The next morning I woke up and realized what had happened. A huge wave of embarrassment and horror washed over me, so I quietly slipped out of bed, grabbed some juice and sat out on the balcony for about forty-five minutes trying to figure out what to do. I eventually gave up and went back to bed, where he promptly curled up around me (we're talking head on my tummy and arms around me knees.) and after mumbling something about how I had left, went back to sleep. Once we were both actually awake I apologized to him for the verbal vomit. Can open, worms everywhere. This was everything I never intended to talk to him about, and thanks to the deadly combination of wine and vodka it is now all over the place covering every surface of my apartment. I wish apologies could wipe out memories. It would be amazing if the second I had said "I'm sorry for spouting all of that stuff to you last night." he had said "what stuff?" It would never exist. Instead he thanked me for sharing that stuff, and said it showed him I'm a good person, and it makes him respect me. WTF?! This is the box marked "BioHazard" in the attic of my head, and he's thanking me for opening it?! I'm terrified it's going to spill toxic, nuclear waste all over the place!
Then to top off the whole event, THEIR CAR WAS TOWED! They finally managed to escape our apartment alive, and they realized they had to come back. These poor guys. We took them to get their car, and I'm pretty sure they looked at each other, expressed gladness to be alive, and hit the gas pedal as fast they could. Seriously, they're never coming back. After getting the boys' car, Legs and I went to IHOP and lamented our situation over eggs and pancakes. From there the rest of Saturday was great. Magpie and I went to get our hair done. I am now fabulously brunette again (with a touch of red), and Magpie has a beautiful haircut. We also hit up the mall and did a little bit of shopping, then came home and watched "The Wedding Crashers." It's actually a really good movie when you're sober!
Sunday was also mixed. I found the bed frame I want, which is a good thing. Of course, that means I had to go to IKEA, and that's a bad thing. It was, of course, another ill-fated trip. They didn't have one of the pieces I needed on a level that was reachable, so I have to go back to buy the bed, which I really don't want to do. Seriously, not looking forward to going back. Why can't I ever have a good experience in that store?! Sunday was also the Super Bowl. The Colts won. It was bad. Not even the commercials were all that great this year. There were a couple that made me chuckle a little, but none of them really blew me away. Except the crabs. The crabs were hysterical! Also, CBS plugged their own shows way to much. That was seriously annoying. I can say I was happy the game was good. Don't get me wrong, I'm upset to see Manning get a Super Bowl ring, but at least the game was worth watching, which always makes that a little bit better.
So yes, that was my weekend, and I can't decide if it's good or bad. I think it simply was.
Wow. Long post.
Some highlights of the weekend:
"Great. Green has 1000 different personalities, and they're all in the back seat of my car!"
"Seriously, we'll open the club on facebook. "The Marathon Girls."
"It's fake. It's faux. It's...polyester."
"My fiancee's name is Jose." "As in Cuervo?" "Absolutely! I figure any man who can get me into bed that often has got to be worth my time."
Legs had her first "real" date with Green set up for Friday night, and he had left all the planning up to her, so we had been trying to figure out what to do for a couple of days. V was coming home from his conference, and I had yet to hear whether or not I was going to be able to see him, so I was trying to figure out my plans for the evening. I got out of work, looked at my phone, and saw I had missed calls from both Legs and V. V's message was that Green would be arriving at his place around 7:30, and they would come to our apartment from there. Legs was freaking out about having nothing to wear and no ideas for what to do. I decided to call V back first, since posing another question to Legs at that point may have caused her to jump off the balcony. I asked V if we were going out with Green and Legs, and he said he had thought so, so I figured what the heck, I'd go with it. I called Legs, let her know that we were apparently double dating, and assured her I would have a plan by the time I got home. We decided we would go out for dessert, then pick up a bottle of wine and rent a movie to watch at home. (Yay for a plan!) Then we picked out clothes for each other, (Yay for having something to wear!) and made a mix c.d. for the drive. (This has become a bit of a tradition for us.)
I was a little stand-offish towards V on the drive, and throughout dessert. I guess it threw me for a loop that he wanted to go on an actual date...with his best friend. Considering last weekend he basically told me he was not looking for a relationship, I didn't really know how to deal with the fact that he was allowing our best friends to see us "as a couple" on a date. It freaked me out. So I performed my normal "be social enough to get by, but put up walls to keep any type of affection out" routine. I sang quietly along with the c.d. in the car, tried to keep about six inches between us at the restaurant, and only minimally participated in conversation. V responded to this by singing with me in the car, inching towards me in our booth, and often attempting to hold my hand. I'm starting to feel a bit like a circus poodle with all the hoops being thrown at me right now. I guess that's beside the point...
So the boys have now proven that they are the male versions of Legs and I, which we find highly amusing. There was much fondue fun (we took them to The Melting Pot), and it got a little more than messy. I believe at one point chocolate fondue was purposefully dripped onto someone else, and V attempted to feed me the dipped cherry, but he failed. It amused *almost everyone. Also, Green's wallet was in everyone's possession but his own for a good part of the evening. We had a lot of fun looking through that, especially when we found the pictures of him with long hair. That greatly amused us. V willingly emptied his wallet for us to look through, and I have to say I'm amused to see it had exactly what I thought it would: the bare minimum. He's not exactly the type to carry pictures or mementos around. After dinner we went to blockbuster and picked up "The Wedding Crashers" and "Komodo" (which was just as awesomely bad as we had thought it would be. Yay!) We also picked up a bottle of wine, and the boys bought themselves 40's. (I never understood the appeal of 40's...) This is where the evening gets fun. We put in Wedding Crashers, opened the drinks, and started hanging out. V and I left Green and Legs for a little bit, and came back to find them gone, which left us alone with the movie and the wine. Then the "true love / soul mate" scene came on. That would be when I began to verbally vomit all over V.
I was somewhat drunk, and I have to admit I don't remember how much detail I went in to, but I know it was bad. I at least touched on my histories with both sexual assault and cancer. I remember going into some detail about my f-ed up history with Kimop. My self-esteem issues came up. That's right. I tried to convince him that I'm not special, unique, or even interesting. Also the fact that only married men or men in serious relationships ever seem interested in me. When he pointed out that he is not married, and does not have a girlfriend, I asked him what he was doing with me. Apparently I was emphatic about my unspecialness. From there the conversation somehow got turned to Bug (I think he asked to see a picture of her), and that topic was discussed in depth. He asked me a whole bunch of questions about her, and seemed very interested in my answers. The next morning I woke up and realized what had happened. A huge wave of embarrassment and horror washed over me, so I quietly slipped out of bed, grabbed some juice and sat out on the balcony for about forty-five minutes trying to figure out what to do. I eventually gave up and went back to bed, where he promptly curled up around me (we're talking head on my tummy and arms around me knees.) and after mumbling something about how I had left, went back to sleep. Once we were both actually awake I apologized to him for the verbal vomit. Can open, worms everywhere. This was everything I never intended to talk to him about, and thanks to the deadly combination of wine and vodka it is now all over the place covering every surface of my apartment. I wish apologies could wipe out memories. It would be amazing if the second I had said "I'm sorry for spouting all of that stuff to you last night." he had said "what stuff?" It would never exist. Instead he thanked me for sharing that stuff, and said it showed him I'm a good person, and it makes him respect me. WTF?! This is the box marked "BioHazard" in the attic of my head, and he's thanking me for opening it?! I'm terrified it's going to spill toxic, nuclear waste all over the place!
Then to top off the whole event, THEIR CAR WAS TOWED! They finally managed to escape our apartment alive, and they realized they had to come back. These poor guys. We took them to get their car, and I'm pretty sure they looked at each other, expressed gladness to be alive, and hit the gas pedal as fast they could. Seriously, they're never coming back. After getting the boys' car, Legs and I went to IHOP and lamented our situation over eggs and pancakes. From there the rest of Saturday was great. Magpie and I went to get our hair done. I am now fabulously brunette again (with a touch of red), and Magpie has a beautiful haircut. We also hit up the mall and did a little bit of shopping, then came home and watched "The Wedding Crashers." It's actually a really good movie when you're sober!
Sunday was also mixed. I found the bed frame I want, which is a good thing. Of course, that means I had to go to IKEA, and that's a bad thing. It was, of course, another ill-fated trip. They didn't have one of the pieces I needed on a level that was reachable, so I have to go back to buy the bed, which I really don't want to do. Seriously, not looking forward to going back. Why can't I ever have a good experience in that store?! Sunday was also the Super Bowl. The Colts won. It was bad. Not even the commercials were all that great this year. There were a couple that made me chuckle a little, but none of them really blew me away. Except the crabs. The crabs were hysterical! Also, CBS plugged their own shows way to much. That was seriously annoying. I can say I was happy the game was good. Don't get me wrong, I'm upset to see Manning get a Super Bowl ring, but at least the game was worth watching, which always makes that a little bit better.
So yes, that was my weekend, and I can't decide if it's good or bad. I think it simply was.
Wow. Long post.