*curse my morals!!!! arrgg!!!
Last Wednesday can be described with this phrase running through my mind: HELPPPPPPPPPPP--------P!!!!!!!!!
Knowing full well it was Village Girl's birthday, also keeping in the back of my mind I would re-celebrate AGAIN on Friday with her friends, my associates, it was the beginning of my self debate. Since it fell on a Wednesday, I did not want to take her to a fancy restaurant since I'm big on ambiance and frankly, it's not busy night for restaurants.
Arriving at her house, I find myself tired from work and the thought of hanging out AGAIN on Friday was too much..lol. Can you tell I'm enthused about being there? gossh. anywhoo, we'll get to Friday in a moment.
Opening the door and walking up the flight of stairs, I see her down the dimly lit hallway in a blue bathrobe (hold your horses), but with clothes on underneath. She slept for a few minutes and de-robes. I see her walking towards me and she is DRESSED-"DOWN"!!!!! My thoughts are screaming " NOoooooooooooooooo!" Black trousers and the modern wrap shirts for females, I didn't tell her my initial intentions was to hit the pizzeria!! LOLOLOLOLOLOOL... I'm driving down the highway with her and laughing to myself about this dilemma. I'm not sure what we talked about in the car, but all I'm thinking is--"SHITZU!! I can't take her to a pizzeria all decked out!!" hahaha..
Staying on course with the fast lane, I passed the pizzeria exit. *sniffle..sniffle...bye bye:o(
I head into Gotham, still deciding what restaurant to have her try. LOL. I asked her if she tried Meditaranean food? Once, but in D.C. Fair enough. Cafe Adulis. lol. An interesting facet for the evening entailed stomach pangs. Remember the NYC entry where she gorged and devoured her food? That type of eatting habit/style inevitably will lead into early ulcers. I found out she's been taking Tums since college and asking her room-mates, they confirmed. Appointment with an upper GI is taking place for her next month, but during the course of our evening, it was posing problems for her. Nothing to spicy. Stay away from acids and CHEW YOUR FOOD!! gossh. I swear it's comparable to baby-sitting. I've been refraining--don't you worry.
Dinner is not a dinner unless you have great company and conversation. lol.
She wasn't in an internal mood for desserts, thus I suggested something warm for evening. We hit K2? for hot chocolate and bounced.
Thursday: racquetball. five matches, lost one--wasn't really in the mood to play..lol. Dir. P has been gloating about it for days, since he hasn't won in a while. We'll change all that in a matter of minutes this Thursday. muuhahahhaaa..
Friday: The Day of Return.
7:30pm reservations. The invitation was delegated by none other, village girl to YYS. YYS, by default, took the list, contacted all four of us and wanted everyone to congregate @ Village Girl's house to carpool over to Botegga's. xtc's mentality and response to YYS: trap. If I needed to bounce early, I would have no form of transportation!! Great!!! I'll meet you guys @ the restaurant @ 7:30!!
I make my appearance @ 7:40pm. No member there yet. Reaffirms their pattern for lack of punctuality. Check. I check myself out, check out the new Trailblazers I've been wanting to hit AND (this is probably the best part of my night) I found a NEW ICE CREAM SHOP!!!!!! muahhahahaa.. they just opened!! No cholesterol, it's fat-free and quite tasty!!! lol. The then-temperature was 52F degrees and I'm walking around the blocks with my ice cream cone. Everybody and their mom is layered up with scarves and what-not, but I catch a few phrases after strangers passed by me--mmm...we should go for some ice cream!
I receive a call. It's 8pm. I'm walking there now hahaha..
I greet the other four and it's my first time hanging out with Lh, but second time with YYS and No Eye Brow Girl or NEBG(to make our life more simplified). I know. I'm not too fond of this clique..lol. I make some conversations here and there, testing out specific interests of individuals and I can sum up the group with this following analysis: YUPpies who hold little or no political concern about domestic/world events that tend to heavily dwell on past college inside jokes. Lh and I obviously were not closely associated to their college clique and inevitably weren't laughing. We looked at each other and raised a brow.lol.
At this point and time, Village Girl was tipsy. She now demanded dessert. Hot Tomatoes. Ten minute wait, not too shabby and another highlight of the night, I've been to their lounge area, but never too fond of their food-rather bland and uninteresting, but the decor and open space they utilize on the mezzanine was completely amazing. The restaurant I originally attended is in upstate CT, this one is in lower CT with ceilings I have always admired--much similarity to museum quality medalions. Tiramisu-ed it. Ambiance more than made up for it.
After that. I bounced. Couldn't take the high-pitched conversation that Village Girl was holding with herself after another drink...arg.
There is some inking of truth when people are tipsy and village girl's pattern revealed itself and proved whom I could trust--got rice? girl. After a castophic heated debocle between got rice? girl and village girl 1.5 months ago, it's official that they are no longer friends. Taking on the role of Switzerland, I tread VERY carefully when I chill with either one and being deliberate to not mention the others' name. Two words: egg shells. Tell me about it...gosh. From both parties I hear the words *bitch verbally thrown at one another--one story at a time. I'm not sure I deal with it, but time reveals truth. This facet is in regards to directions. While sitting at Hot Tomatoes and half-way through our desserts, Village Girls contacts CNY to give her directions to the place. take a left, then a right at the light. You can't miss it! That LAST phrase was clear as day!! Directions was a heated discrepancy between got rice? girl and village girl. Invesigatating two different stories, I asked got rice? girl to disclose her side and that VERY phase came up when she was retelling me how village girl gives directions! The very reason why got rice? girl couldn't meet up with them 1.5 months ago is based on the kindergarten directions that village girl stated!!! Her lack of detail created a havoc and strained communications!!! So I interupted the phone conversation between village girl and CNY.
Tell her to take a left on left on Chapel, then a left at the first light onto College. Hot Tomotoes is on the left before Shubert. If she passes Shubert, she has gone TOO far.
She was too drunk to comprehend.
I tried.
Thinking back to the story how got rice? girl disclosed her side and weeping after they exchanged their last words for life, you learn the true meaning of honesty.
Well, another highlight of the night is parking. Paul is the parking attendent at this particular location I favor and every time I get there, we exchange our greetings and he looks over his left shoulder towards the a corner--my spot. LOL. It's vacant. He smiles and waves the signal for go. He looks after my car, which is always a nice gesture. People with sincere generosity without motives, merit great respect.
To true meaningful friendships
Knowing full well it was Village Girl's birthday, also keeping in the back of my mind I would re-celebrate AGAIN on Friday with her friends, my associates, it was the beginning of my self debate. Since it fell on a Wednesday, I did not want to take her to a fancy restaurant since I'm big on ambiance and frankly, it's not busy night for restaurants.
Arriving at her house, I find myself tired from work and the thought of hanging out AGAIN on Friday was too much..lol. Can you tell I'm enthused about being there? gossh. anywhoo, we'll get to Friday in a moment.
Opening the door and walking up the flight of stairs, I see her down the dimly lit hallway in a blue bathrobe (hold your horses), but with clothes on underneath. She slept for a few minutes and de-robes. I see her walking towards me and she is DRESSED-"DOWN"!!!!! My thoughts are screaming " NOoooooooooooooooo!" Black trousers and the modern wrap shirts for females, I didn't tell her my initial intentions was to hit the pizzeria!! LOLOLOLOLOLOOL... I'm driving down the highway with her and laughing to myself about this dilemma. I'm not sure what we talked about in the car, but all I'm thinking is--"SHITZU!! I can't take her to a pizzeria all decked out!!" hahaha..
Staying on course with the fast lane, I passed the pizzeria exit. *sniffle..sniffle...bye bye:o(
I head into Gotham, still deciding what restaurant to have her try. LOL. I asked her if she tried Meditaranean food? Once, but in D.C. Fair enough. Cafe Adulis. lol. An interesting facet for the evening entailed stomach pangs. Remember the NYC entry where she gorged and devoured her food? That type of eatting habit/style inevitably will lead into early ulcers. I found out she's been taking Tums since college and asking her room-mates, they confirmed. Appointment with an upper GI is taking place for her next month, but during the course of our evening, it was posing problems for her. Nothing to spicy. Stay away from acids and CHEW YOUR FOOD!! gossh. I swear it's comparable to baby-sitting. I've been refraining--don't you worry.
Dinner is not a dinner unless you have great company and conversation. lol.
She wasn't in an internal mood for desserts, thus I suggested something warm for evening. We hit K2? for hot chocolate and bounced.
Thursday: racquetball. five matches, lost one--wasn't really in the mood to play..lol. Dir. P has been gloating about it for days, since he hasn't won in a while. We'll change all that in a matter of minutes this Thursday. muuhahahhaaa..
Friday: The Day of Return.
7:30pm reservations. The invitation was delegated by none other, village girl to YYS. YYS, by default, took the list, contacted all four of us and wanted everyone to congregate @ Village Girl's house to carpool over to Botegga's. xtc's mentality and response to YYS: trap. If I needed to bounce early, I would have no form of transportation!! Great!!! I'll meet you guys @ the restaurant @ 7:30!!
I make my appearance @ 7:40pm. No member there yet. Reaffirms their pattern for lack of punctuality. Check. I check myself out, check out the new Trailblazers I've been wanting to hit AND (this is probably the best part of my night) I found a NEW ICE CREAM SHOP!!!!!! muahhahahaa.. they just opened!! No cholesterol, it's fat-free and quite tasty!!! lol. The then-temperature was 52F degrees and I'm walking around the blocks with my ice cream cone. Everybody and their mom is layered up with scarves and what-not, but I catch a few phrases after strangers passed by me--mmm...we should go for some ice cream!
I receive a call. It's 8pm. I'm walking there now hahaha..
I greet the other four and it's my first time hanging out with Lh, but second time with YYS and No Eye Brow Girl or NEBG(to make our life more simplified). I know. I'm not too fond of this clique..lol. I make some conversations here and there, testing out specific interests of individuals and I can sum up the group with this following analysis: YUPpies who hold little or no political concern about domestic/world events that tend to heavily dwell on past college inside jokes. Lh and I obviously were not closely associated to their college clique and inevitably weren't laughing. We looked at each other and raised a brow.lol.
At this point and time, Village Girl was tipsy. She now demanded dessert. Hot Tomatoes. Ten minute wait, not too shabby and another highlight of the night, I've been to their lounge area, but never too fond of their food-rather bland and uninteresting, but the decor and open space they utilize on the mezzanine was completely amazing. The restaurant I originally attended is in upstate CT, this one is in lower CT with ceilings I have always admired--much similarity to museum quality medalions. Tiramisu-ed it. Ambiance more than made up for it.
After that. I bounced. Couldn't take the high-pitched conversation that Village Girl was holding with herself after another drink...arg.
There is some inking of truth when people are tipsy and village girl's pattern revealed itself and proved whom I could trust--got rice? girl. After a castophic heated debocle between got rice? girl and village girl 1.5 months ago, it's official that they are no longer friends. Taking on the role of Switzerland, I tread VERY carefully when I chill with either one and being deliberate to not mention the others' name. Two words: egg shells. Tell me about it...gosh. From both parties I hear the words *bitch verbally thrown at one another--one story at a time. I'm not sure I deal with it, but time reveals truth. This facet is in regards to directions. While sitting at Hot Tomatoes and half-way through our desserts, Village Girls contacts CNY to give her directions to the place. take a left, then a right at the light. You can't miss it! That LAST phrase was clear as day!! Directions was a heated discrepancy between got rice? girl and village girl. Invesigatating two different stories, I asked got rice? girl to disclose her side and that VERY phase came up when she was retelling me how village girl gives directions! The very reason why got rice? girl couldn't meet up with them 1.5 months ago is based on the kindergarten directions that village girl stated!!! Her lack of detail created a havoc and strained communications!!! So I interupted the phone conversation between village girl and CNY.
Tell her to take a left on left on Chapel, then a left at the first light onto College. Hot Tomotoes is on the left before Shubert. If she passes Shubert, she has gone TOO far.
She was too drunk to comprehend.
I tried.
Thinking back to the story how got rice? girl disclosed her side and weeping after they exchanged their last words for life, you learn the true meaning of honesty.
Well, another highlight of the night is parking. Paul is the parking attendent at this particular location I favor and every time I get there, we exchange our greetings and he looks over his left shoulder towards the a corner--my spot. LOL. It's vacant. He smiles and waves the signal for go. He looks after my car, which is always a nice gesture. People with sincere generosity without motives, merit great respect.
To true meaningful friendships