Post Birthday

I'd like to start off with the fact that I had a great birthday. Fun times.

Date Five turned out good. He grilled steak, I picked up a bottle of wine (Francis Coppola Malbec; it was good). City of Angels was the movie of choice. It is one his favourites, but one I hadn't seen yet. And I really like Nic Cage, so it was fine. Progress was made during this date. He put his arm around me during the movie. Nothing else happened, but it was nice and wonderful and slow. Nice pace.

Now, my birthday. He was invited and I had a whole host of people coming. We went to play bingo. Let me just tell you, them little old ladies at bingo are fucking serious. It ended up being DLR- one of my former youth kids, RepoGirl, Stewart- an guy I had a thing with right after I separated and I didn't think it was a serious thing but he did and we're still really great friends, and JPanda and his wife, Panda. It's BYOB, so we did. At one point they shushed us over the speaker and when we started cracking up, little old lady bingo woman said, and I quote, "It's not funny, it's just rude." Seriously lady?? Is your life so devoid of enjoyment and fun that you play bingo every fucking night and have your Depends in a knot because we're having fun? Get over it. The attendant didn't have a problem with it, so shove it and your 12 daubers up your ass.

After bingo we went to the restaurant where I get a free drink. We needed to eat, and it was a good excuse. Gifts were open. (CDG remembered I like PostSecret and gave me one of the books. Stewart added PeeWee's Playhouse. AWESOME.) There was much banter between the four of us-CDG, Stewart, RepoGirl and me. The others all had to go. At the end of the night, I still had 30 minutes or so of my day left. CDG walked me to my car and we were talking and I said something like "so, did you talk about us when we left the table?" and he said yes, it came up. I said that I would never purposely hurt Stewart's feelings, but I couldn't exactly not date. I said, I mean it's not like I would make out in the parking lot if he were right there, but he's not so.....And then CDG kissed me. And we made out in the parking lot. And he said I'm beautiful and look like Lauren Graham, which I take as a huge compliment because he loves Gilmore Girls. I had a total girly moment though when I couldn't really stop giggling about the whole thing. Mind at this point I've had an Adult Juice Box, Wild Turkey and a Mexican Martini. However, I was not drunk, just intoxicated. I'm just excited because after five dates (we won't count this), I subtley made moves and insinuations and IT WORKED. He was just shy.

Now that it is an hour past my birthday, I'm going to sleep. As best I can. I honestly suck at this whole adult dating. I married right out of high school and have no idea what I'm doing 90% of the time. This weekend is reserved for the family celebrations and I know I'll have a good time with that.

He who does not weep, does not see.

It seems I've been in a weepy mood the last couple days. Nothing major, just seeing parts of Galveston washed completely away and tonight's episode of One Tree Hill. Ike didn't affect me directly, other than taking my vacation away and making me feel like a fucking prophet because I said it wouldn't hit here. I think we got maybe thismuch rain, and that wasn't even all over.

Date Four turned out to be twelve hours long. Yes, twelve! He picked me up at 13o in the afternoon and we headed to one of the large museums at the university here. After three and a half hours of making fun of art (Seriously, we had a deep discussion about why the West Wind is smelling his finger in that painting.) we were a little arted out. Went to dinner at a sushi place, which I am told is a good sign. Met two of his friends who already new who I was. They were cool, but probably a bit upset I was rooting for USC and not OSU and um, well, USC kicked the shit out of OSU. Ooops. We were going to watch Gilmore Girls, but Blockbuster didn't have it, so I picked Run, Lola, Run. Entirely in German. Good one, Ruby Soho, pick a movie you actually have to pay attention to. There was some close sitting during the movie, arms and legs touching. After the movie was more talking. We even talked about not assuming anything until we have some sort of talk about "commitment." He dropped me off a little after 130 in the morning. Date Five is tomorrow with him cooking.

Okay, so as I ruminated lat time, there's a general thought amongst my friends that he's gay. Both PB -the gay best friend- and RepoGirl -the best friend- think this and they only have what I say to go on. Is he just shy, which I'm going to believe? We talked about taking things slow in relationships in general and he's said he's been with women before so...... I'll be honest, I've been celibate this whole year and I'm beginning to get antsy, but I won't rush into anything, 'cause that's you know, bad. I'm also very damn impatient and want to be all "What the fuck are we doing?" We ended Date Four with a slightly tighter air hug.

Does anyone have any advice? I'm trying to be very good, but damn.

I'm waiting for Ike, what are you doing?

All the prep I've done for Ike? Beer and queso. Frito pies. Beans in a bag. I'm not excited, I'm not worried. I'm annoyed. (I'm currently watching some weather channel and seeing the waves crash over the seawall is breaking my little beach-loving heart. I was supposed to go down there next weekend for my birthday, but I guess that's out. So is October.)

So, Dates Two and Three with Coffee Date Guy. Date Two was seeing Cory Branan and Greg Barkley from OhNoOhMy. Mixtape Messiah had said Cory puts on a good show and she was not lying. He is hilarious and slightly crazy. Highly entertaining. If you enjoy singer-songwriter acoustic stuff and get a chance, go see him. We also really liked Greg, but I can't find any of his solo stuff online. My GoogleFu is failing. His songs remind me of high school angst, but not in a bad way. I think that even later in life we experience situations that take us back. Also, his lyric are funny. Okay, back to the actual date. I drove, which is always something to experience, but I think I wowed him with my superior parallel parking skills. I was late picking him up, and the place we were going to eat lied about thier closing time, so we just headed to the venue where dinner was Taco Bell. I bought tickets, he bought drinks. We talked and talked and he neglected to mention his birthday was the next day. Which I totally called him out on when he picked me up for Date Three. Turned out he just doesn't make a big deal out of it. Whatev, I so make a big deal out of mine. (In 6 days, y'all.)

Okay, Date Three was dinner and downtown. Dinner was good, Greek salad and lobster bisque. And conversation about his hair products. I swear, I wonder if he's gay and everyone's like "Just ask him." WTH? "So, um, what do you want to do later and are you gay?" So do not think I'll be asking that question. Anyway, I am leaning towards he's just shy and inexperienced. (Watch, he'll probably rock my world like no tomorrow. If it ever gets to that.) We went to a swanky hotel lobby, the lounge area, and had a really great time. Went out on the balcony and talked some more. I thought it was a perfect oportunity for a first kiss, but nothing. Did I mention he opened my car door for me at the beginning of the evening? And he likes museums, operas, plays and the like? But, at the end of the evening, we're still on the air hug routine. Sigh. Date Four is scheduled for tomorrow, some museum visiting, but we're playing phone tag tonight.

The second football game was not quite as bad as the first. 49-6. Third game was last night against a Catholic Academy. Score was 46 or something-0. And I managed to continue re-injuring my blasted ankle. That's about it on the football front, other than I learned the players have no respect for the head coach. He should probably leave then, you know, if they don't respect him.

I am a giant nerd. I bought the new NKOTB album. Haven't given it a spin, so I have no opinion yet.

Currently listening to Jackopierce. Love them. Love love love. I am so glad they got back together. I found them right as they were breaking up. No words to describe how I feel when I listen and the music takes me to a land inside myself, you know?

I'm a bit out of it, for no reason other than the atmospheric pressure. And waiting for the phone.

Out like Fabio

I am currently computer-less. I had to take my beloved Winston in to get the power port redone, again. So, I am having to steal time and use a public one and that is very icky.

This is basically to try to remind me what to write about later.

* Second date (and by the time I get Winston back, the third date)

* Second football game, not quite as bad as the first.

Wow, seeing just those two things up there kind of makes me wonder if I lead a boring life. I don't, I just can't remember what else I was going to do.

Time is just about up. I hope my baby is fixed fast!

Randomness hits again

First things first, the football game was craptastic. Seriously. Did you know that when a player punts the ball, it's supposed to go down the field, not straight up in the air?? And if opposing players are coming at you, the correct thing to do is step out of bounds rather than RUN THE OTHER WAY?? I know this, you know this. They do not know that. They need some serious help.

Second, I have a second date with Coffee Date Guy. He called Thursday and asked for a second date. We're going to see some live music and grab some dinner. A dinner date! I'm a bit nervous, but I suppose I should be fine.

Ok, so 90210 comes on tonight, the big premiere. I have it all set to record, since I'm going to an orchid lecture later. I will totally admit I know way more about the original series than any sane person should, but I will deflect that critism by saying I watch the reruns on SoapNet. Here's where my little rant starts. The creators of the original say they showed important issues like teen sex and addiction. Yes, but only for ONE episode. When Brandon wrecked his car, there were no lasting punishments or consequences. Dylan took him to an AA meeting and his parents bought him a new car. (This was supposedly the entire reason for the episode, so Brandon could get cooler wheels. See this.) The first season is chock full of one episode problems that are "resolved" before the end credits. Everything is just too easily wrapped up. For Chuck's sake, Brandon never got grounded or anything for being drunk underage and then wrecking his car, after the party he threw which he was not to be throwing. Ok, this is a stupid rant, but I don't care. It was only in later seasons, where Kelly becomes the damsel in distress, that they show long term complications. Oh, and everybody who says the show was done for Tori Spelling? Dude, she's barely cognizant in the first season.

I am eating the best thing ever. Refried beans from a bag. Kind of like instant mashed potatoes. Throw some cheese on top, deliciousness.

Ok, so as I was going to sleep last night, I was listening to the "50 First Dates" soundtrack. And as I drifted off, I kept thinking, "Wasn't Drew Barrymore in another movie with Adam Sandler about baseball. Oh, wait, that was Jimmy Fallon. FAIL." Yes, I actually thought fail. Why? Jimmy Fallon tries to hard to be the New Adam Sandler. Case in point: both were on SNL as memorable characters who sang. Oh, and they were both in movies with the Barrymore. Okay, so I don't have much more proof, I swear I did last night. And it was AWESOME.

And I am pissed that Gustav did not land farther west. We gets no rain, just HOT fucking weather. It should not be 100 damn fucking degrees in September, I don't care where you live. (The desert is an exception. The city? Not so much.) Please to be cooling off and raining, kthxbai.

Dates and other Lameness

So, tonight is the first high school football game of the season. I love football. As a wee child, I spent many hours playing with my older brother. I learned to walk on the football field. I knew every play they'd run before the ball was hiked. So, yes, I adore football. I enjoy high school teams more than college and pro. Number 1, the large college team in my town is full of boys who are just using it to go on to the NFL and and is way more expensive than I'd ever pay to go see a game. And the pros? In it for the money. HA! No heart, no soul, me no watchy. (This does not apply to my beloved Pats IF they are in the playoffs. Only time I watch.) Ok, where was I? Oh, yes, high school ball. It is way too hot and too early (hello, it's still August), but I will go and cheer and have a good time.

I had a date Tuesday night. Nice guy, pretty eyes. Didn't know children can talk before age 3. Hmmm. That made me laugh, but it was ok. Said "like" every 4th word or so. He's also 25. Not big, but a little young. I am not going to complain. Boy Wonder is the same difference, only he's older. Would go out with him again, if he asks. We went to a coffee shop and got smoothies and then sat by the water for our chat. It was nice until the Sorostitutes popped up and we left.

Why the hell did the landlord of Heath Ledger's apartment decide to raise the rent $4000? Will people actually pay it? Now, granted I do not live in NYC and I understand rent is high and space scarce, but still. $26000 a month for a place where someone died?? That's a little steep. But you just know that someone will rent it and totally try to pick people up using the line "I live in the flat Heath Ledger kicked it in." Assholes.

I have finally joined the Twitter craze. Still trying to figure it out, but I'm sure it will come easier. It's nice to get texts from someone other than E!Online. Although, I love those. $2.8 mil for a gold statue of Kate Moss? Genius. (Which I am not, because I couldn't spell it.) The Madonna picture was vomitous. She looks horrible.

Speaking of Madonna, let me go back to Coffee Date Guy. I am slightly worried he's gay. Evidence includes: going to the Madonna sing-along and wearing a hot pink boa and glitter; knowing who my purse was by and loving gossip and drama. He even got a twinkle in his eye about it. Who knows, my radar could be broken.

And I hate getting stood up. GBFF has done it at least twice this month and Band Camp Kid did it last night. I still haven't heard from him, so I don't know what happened. He may or may not be trying to get me back for not going to his wedding. Which was 4+ hours away and I had the food poisoning, so I didn't go. Ass.