Christmas, Booze, and Men
So, I've discovered that I'm a walking contradiction.
Things went south with Shamus, sort of. In a weird fucked up sort've way I harbour the notion - well, several notions actually but one step at a time here - that we'll get back together, because it was one of those endings where the possibility was left open. It wasn't one of those "You're a prick and I hope you burn in hell." type of endings, but it was eerily similar to the same things Mike said to me, only a little less complicated. So, while he takes his time to sort out thru his own personal mess, the last thing he said to me was "I'll call ya sometime." He said it several times to me in fact, but who am I to grudge him the personal time and space he needs to get his shit together. I know there were..are...?? mutual feelings of attraction between the both of us, and that we both cared about each other. The problem being that I got totally swept up in him in a total whirlwind romance and now I'm left out in the cold waiting anxiously for my phone to ring. One of the girls at work described me to a 'T' the other night. She said I'm so ready to settle down that I'm anxious to find the guy to do it with and that I hope whichever guy I'm with at the time is, for lack of a better phrase- the right now, and when it doesn't work out I get disappointed. How scafy is that? Anybody who knows me, knows that my nephews are my pride and joy and I totally spoil them rotten.
So, the end of things with Shamus has seen me on a bit of an anti-men tirade. Now, don't fret it isn't one of those uber-feminist man hating rants, just that they suck and tend to make things complicated. I will, however, be the first to admit that women are also quite capable of doing that all on their own too, so don't think I'm taking the stand that us women are perfect. But, here's where the contradiction is...
Last night was our staff Christmas party and we had it at Fog City, the restaurant in the mall where a friend of mine works, and a couple of little hotties too. So, there's this one guy who works there that catches my eye, although no idea whether I seem to have caught his but regardless, you begin to see my contradiction huh? I went the dya before and hit almost every single store in the mall with a friend of mine from work looking for a new shirt to wear to this party - soley in an attempt to catch the attention of this guy. Now, the shirt was hot so it was a good investment regardless of who's attention I caught, but still.. one minute men are the most rotten things, and the next I'm trying to get noticed by this guy!
Can somebody explain to me why? 'Cause.. fucked if I know.
And, since I'm on the topic of the Christmas party.. It was an absolute blast!! I got drunk, haha. But, I blame it on my friend who was working the bar, Brent. He set up a tab for me and kept pushing drinks at me. I started out with a Fuzzy Peach martini - you even get a fuzzy peach candy in your glass. Then, I had a Blue Margarita, which tastes exactly like a blue Mr.Freeze with booze added. And then, I had a Singapore Sling. Now, bear in mind folks that:
a)Alanna doesn't drink too often, so she's a fairly cheap drunk
b) Alanna had hardly nothing to eat that day, unless you call leftover rice for breakfast a meal
So..I get up off the barstool and I'm like.. oh my god, I'm just the tiniest bit drunk. It was hilarious! I had such fun. I really needed to just drink and hang out with girls to get my mind off of boys. EVen though I did strike up a conversation a few times with this guy - who shall remain nameless. He's really nice. He always ends up serving me and Mom when we go there, it's weird. But anyway.. The Christmas party was a smashing success! There was an entire conversation about boobs. WHich, with a group of women is something hilarious all on its own. We all needed to unwind, and it just felt good to stuff my face full of greasy food, and have a few drinks and know that no matter what else happens to me in my life - I secretly think I'm going to end up the crazy old dog lady - I have a friends that'll be there for me.
And, speaking of.. I GOT MY FIRST CHRISTMAS CARD!! Kelly, I love you so much! You truly are like a big sister to me. ou give me my reality checks when I need 'em, celebrate with me, make me feel better, and even partake in the small men-bashing sessions with me every once in a while. You're an absolute treasure to me and I'm thankful every day that you're in my life.
Things went south with Shamus, sort of. In a weird fucked up sort've way I harbour the notion - well, several notions actually but one step at a time here - that we'll get back together, because it was one of those endings where the possibility was left open. It wasn't one of those "You're a prick and I hope you burn in hell." type of endings, but it was eerily similar to the same things Mike said to me, only a little less complicated. So, while he takes his time to sort out thru his own personal mess, the last thing he said to me was "I'll call ya sometime." He said it several times to me in fact, but who am I to grudge him the personal time and space he needs to get his shit together. I know there were..are...?? mutual feelings of attraction between the both of us, and that we both cared about each other. The problem being that I got totally swept up in him in a total whirlwind romance and now I'm left out in the cold waiting anxiously for my phone to ring. One of the girls at work described me to a 'T' the other night. She said I'm so ready to settle down that I'm anxious to find the guy to do it with and that I hope whichever guy I'm with at the time is, for lack of a better phrase- the right now, and when it doesn't work out I get disappointed. How scafy is that? Anybody who knows me, knows that my nephews are my pride and joy and I totally spoil them rotten.
So, the end of things with Shamus has seen me on a bit of an anti-men tirade. Now, don't fret it isn't one of those uber-feminist man hating rants, just that they suck and tend to make things complicated. I will, however, be the first to admit that women are also quite capable of doing that all on their own too, so don't think I'm taking the stand that us women are perfect. But, here's where the contradiction is...
Last night was our staff Christmas party and we had it at Fog City, the restaurant in the mall where a friend of mine works, and a couple of little hotties too. So, there's this one guy who works there that catches my eye, although no idea whether I seem to have caught his but regardless, you begin to see my contradiction huh? I went the dya before and hit almost every single store in the mall with a friend of mine from work looking for a new shirt to wear to this party - soley in an attempt to catch the attention of this guy. Now, the shirt was hot so it was a good investment regardless of who's attention I caught, but still.. one minute men are the most rotten things, and the next I'm trying to get noticed by this guy!
Can somebody explain to me why? 'Cause.. fucked if I know.
And, since I'm on the topic of the Christmas party.. It was an absolute blast!! I got drunk, haha. But, I blame it on my friend who was working the bar, Brent. He set up a tab for me and kept pushing drinks at me. I started out with a Fuzzy Peach martini - you even get a fuzzy peach candy in your glass. Then, I had a Blue Margarita, which tastes exactly like a blue Mr.Freeze with booze added. And then, I had a Singapore Sling. Now, bear in mind folks that:
a)Alanna doesn't drink too often, so she's a fairly cheap drunk
b) Alanna had hardly nothing to eat that day, unless you call leftover rice for breakfast a meal
So..I get up off the barstool and I'm like.. oh my god, I'm just the tiniest bit drunk. It was hilarious! I had such fun. I really needed to just drink and hang out with girls to get my mind off of boys. EVen though I did strike up a conversation a few times with this guy - who shall remain nameless. He's really nice. He always ends up serving me and Mom when we go there, it's weird. But anyway.. The Christmas party was a smashing success! There was an entire conversation about boobs. WHich, with a group of women is something hilarious all on its own. We all needed to unwind, and it just felt good to stuff my face full of greasy food, and have a few drinks and know that no matter what else happens to me in my life - I secretly think I'm going to end up the crazy old dog lady - I have a friends that'll be there for me.
And, speaking of.. I GOT MY FIRST CHRISTMAS CARD!! Kelly, I love you so much! You truly are like a big sister to me. ou give me my reality checks when I need 'em, celebrate with me, make me feel better, and even partake in the small men-bashing sessions with me every once in a while. You're an absolute treasure to me and I'm thankful every day that you're in my life.