So... I've been MIA. Well not really MIA... because yall know that I was in Boston.. for 5 days. And good lord was it fun. Really. Like .. it was perfect. Other than the fact that it was a bit cold... it was perfect. And even the cold wasnt THAT bad. I mean at the time I'm sure I was bitching and complaining (ok i know I was ... just ask Ar...) but looking back I'm all it wasnt THAT bad. And it was totally worth it to get to spend some time with my sexy lady and NOT HAVE TO WORK FOR 5 DAYS!! Since I started at Millennium (which was Aug 15, 2003) I haven't had more thatn 4 days off in a row. So to have 5 days off was amazing. Simply wonderful.
Here's the quick rundown:
Friday:
Came home after work and packed my car, then headed up to Boston. I left by 6:15 and got there around 10:30ish. I didn't stop at all which was good and bad... but when I got there I downed a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and then went right to sleep. (Ar had already been sleepin from the NyQuil - and speaking of nice work everyone with naming Dennis Learys No Cure for Cancer in the last post).
Saturday:
Ar got up and went to work. And I slept... and slept... and slept. Then she called around 1 and woke me up. So I showered, and headed off to the good old Bikeway Source and brought her and her boss lunch. She was busy when I got there so I just hung out for a while watching all the little bike people do their things. It was pretty fun actually. Then Ar and I ate when she finished doing her bike stuff. (And can I mention that a girl with tools... who actually knows how to use them is DAMN hott? But I know that might be more info than some of you care for... so I'll leave it at that). I then went to Barnes and Noble and did my thing. Got some tea. Read my book. Journaled. Listened to my iPod. It's nice me time. I've come to really like that store. Then I headed back to the shop at 6 and went out to dinner with Ar, her boss (Eric) and his wife. We had a really nice time. And Eric's wife is a riot! So that was a treat.
There was also an episode at some point during the night when I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came out of the bathroom was greeted by Ar's roommates new girlfriend (who is in her 40s..... so like mom age). So Donna (thats her name... like my MOM because theyre around the same age) was standing there, a little bit trashed, waiting for the bathroom WITH NO PANTS ON! I was like oh my god... you just have a tshirt on... wow.... ok.. it was so disturbing. And she was all trying to have a conversation and stuff and I was like ok well great to meet you! and bolted back to Ar's room where we both laughed about it for a good half hour. Cause... hi! She had no pants on! It was TOO bizarre. Not to mention the fact that ar's roommate has like whips and S&M shit in her room... which scares me. A lot. But thats a WHOLE other story... she really is nice though. And what she does in bed is none of my business. Cept when what she does in bed meets me outside the bathroom PANTLESS!!!!! Ok... I'm digressing...
Sunday:
Got up when Ar went to work. Did stuff around her apartment. Did some jornaling, dishes, showered, blow dried my hair, talked to shell for a while... then ar got done work at 5 and came home. Then we ventured into the city to see the L Word at some club. But had the times mixed up and missed it (which ended up being SO fine). We met up with her friend Christina at a bar and then went to her (really nice) apt in the city to watch the premiere. We got food to go at the bar and I ate my burger while watching the L word. It was fantastic. And Christina was super nice. Then Ar and I headed home and went to bed.
Monday:
It snowed!!! So we slept in. Super late. Like... uhm til I think 3 or 4. At which point we got hungry. So we got up and walked to the Dockside - this cute little pub place a few blocks from her apt. (htown people it reminds me of the OKP). So we walked there - in the snow, but it was fun. Ate and then went to Blockbuster and rented movies and got a coloring book and crayons at Walgreens then walked back to her apt. And we curled up on the couch and watched the Hillary Duff movie we rented. I think it was called Stand Up or something like that. It was cute though. Sadder than we anticipated, but still cute. Then went to sleepy.
Tuesday:
We ventured into the city!!! It was ASS cold. And I think I whined more than I meant to... but we walked to the T, took that in and then walked all over the city. We went to a really good place for lunch - Grafton Street Pub or something. And our waitress was super sweet and nice. I loved her. At one point she was like 'can I get you another of whatever it was I brought you to drink?' and I was all 'oh its diet pepsi' and she just goes 'good! super! great news!' in this really innocent voice. It was funny. Ar and I filled out a survey and gave her glowing remarks - she then said she wanted to put it on the fridge - but figured shed give it to her boss instead. So right, then we walked down Mass Ave from Cambrige into Boston. And then walked down Newburry Street where there are a gazillion stores. Then I was cold so we went home. Walked back to her apt. Cleaned off her car and went to her shop to get my car. We hit up Friendlys for dinner (really just ice cream) and then went back to her apt. And we watched the Notebook. And WOAH was it sad. REALLY good. But super sad. But I enjoyed it. Then we headed to bed.
Wedensday:
Ar got up and went to work. And I slept in. Then I got up, packed and showered. Then I made a little scavenger hunt of notes around Ar's room. I wrote her a little about every month I've known her (yesterday was our 5 month anniversary). And on the back of each note was where to find the next. I just wanted her to have something fun to do when she got home from work last night so she wouldn't be too sad that I left. And yeah I totally bit the idea off when she did that for me when she went to Boston. So... that was really fun doing, and I think she liked her little treat when she got home. I met her at work around 5ish, hung out, then we went and got sushi for dinner. And then I hit the road at 8 and was home by midnight.
And today it was back to work. But we got out early because of the snow! So that was REALLY fun. Shari and I went to the foodstore, I came home, made dinner and now Im gonna throw in a load of laundry and do some other stuff... and that's my plan.
I'll probably write more later - cause I have no roommate tonight and am bored.
Tomorrow's already Friday!!!!
(and I'm listening to the Tarzan Soundtrack... FUCK I LOVE PHIL COLINS!!!)
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Ok.
Welcome home Jeannie. I missed your blogging. Because now I am OBSESSED (thank your ass very much) with reading blogs. Oh, and not just blogs of those I know... but I have taken to reading the blogs of anyone I can click to. ha. I am slightly freaked about a Monk (yes, a monk) who somehow ended up on my blog and posted a comment. Like how did he get to my blog? (then I reminded myself, how did i get to strangers' blogs myself?)
This blogging thing is weird.
But weird never stopped me before.
ha.
Anyway, it sounds like you had a fun weekend. Upon reading your itinerary, I was absolutely horrified Re: Saturday and the Pantslessness Episode.
Totally freakishly horrifying.
I would have fainted, melted, then disintigrated, died, then come back to life momentarily after some life-saving CPR that I'm sure Donna would have performed (as any good citizen trained in life-saving techniques would... now I'm making assumptions about Diggity Donna. I guess if you shuffle around w/o pants in the dead of night, maybe she would've let me die... but for the sake of my ramblings, she revives me)... I come back to life, only to find Donna hovering, still pantsless, even closer than before and I faint and die all over again.
The detectives come, do some investigation and cite "Out-of-Context-Nudity" as the official cause of death and O.O.C.N. is printed on my death certificate.
The Eulogies at my wake & funeral (being mostly funny bc of Irish shee-ot) revolve around stories of Laura's issues with OOCN and how they never thought I was serious when I said it would kill me. Family Members and former roommates delineate my total uncomfortability with OCCN for those un-exposed to my issues.
Just for kicks, I am buried with no pants on... and everyone just laughs and laughs and laughs.
Except me.
And I oome back to haunt everyone's ass that thought that was funny. ha.
Just kidding.
Seriously though --
Out-of-Context-Nudity
Freaks me the F out.
Maybe I will blog about it. I mean, if it's an Indie Art flick, no prob. A nude sculpture? Doesn't bother me. A romantic situation involving me? Bring it on.
But a pants-less 40 year old quasi stranger in the night...
I'd die.
I really would.
I tried to think of things that would be worse:
a. There was a worldwide shortage of tuna and a National Tuna Ration program was instituted. Only one can/steak per year per person. (I would have to start an illegal sort of tuna-trade ring. Kind of like moonshine during Prohibition. I'd find a way to get tuna but it'd be bad. Worse than a no-pantsed Donna.)
b. Allen Iverson were to be 1) traded (yay Chris Webber!) 2) permanently injured c) grow old and eventually retire (this can't really happen, can it? that'd be worse than just-a-tshirt-Donna).
c. I'd develop a rare life threatening condition that could only be cured by ingesting a lot of ham. (this is certainly worse than Donna-don't-got-pants. I would choose death.)
d. I would make an indecent proposal with a Millionaire (with a severe case of wine-goggles not realizing WHO the Millionaire was) one night after drinking one too many glasses of Chianti and find myself in a binding marriage with Gilbert Godfrey. (this is on par with the ham condition and would again, choose to forfeit life. Oh, and this is worse than T-Shirt-but-no-pants-Donna).
e. Finally, if I lost my ability to laugh - that my friend - would fer sure be worse than finding Donna (or really any fill-in-the-blank stranger) and her bare thighs outside my bathroom in the night.
Do I have issues with food and OOCN? Totally. Should I pay someone $100 an hour to talk about it? Probably. Will I just post my issues up on Jeannie's blog for free instead? Holler!
hahahaha.
PS -- All of this blogging about Donna has recalled memories of being chosen in college during some Hypnotist Show to be hypnotized.... Never thought I was particularly susceptible to hypnosis... but... I was wrong. ha.
I think I will find someone from college to do a guest blog for me about a little funny story involving me, my subconcious, hypnosis, an audience, and nudity (bc i don't really recall the details... just heard about it. over and over and over and over and over and over AGAIN!).
ha.
That's under the Life Category:
Things I hope not to endure again.
Ok, it's late. I've already fallen half asleep downstairs. This was my pitstop before my bed.
Goodnight.
Thanks for the laughs. I really enjoyed that story. Did Donna find the episode strange at all? Like a little bit? Like the next day? No? Not so much? ha.
First, I'm totally and completely obsessed with your friend and my new secret-blog-stalk-victim w/ the OOCN issues.
Second, I'm a naked person. I walk around half dressed all the time. It doesn't matter to me if there are strangers around or not. I had been known in school to once or twice wander from the 7th floor shower to the lobby in nothing my 2 towels (one for the hair, one for the body). It's my Mom's fault - she's a naked person, too - it's just how I was raised.
I'm concerned this may scare her which is why the blog-stalking will have to be secret.
Last - I'm glad you're feeling better!
Re: I'm a Naked Person
Hi Ali,
Let's take down the secrecy walls. Let's blog out in the open. You've read my blog. I've read yours. ha. Seems like your home improvement projects are coming along nicely. And hey, FL and LAX. Can't say I have much experience with either, but they sound fun as hell.
I'm more of a DC/Volleyball person. Or a Detroit/Basketball girl. But hey, that's me.
I'm also, as stated, an OOCN freak.
Former friends & roommates have tried for years to "cure" me of my OOCN neurosis, but to no avail.
Unfortunately, my second major OOCN/Public Nudity Incident came in August 2003.
It involved a large room, 30 quasi strangers, flourescent lighting and a horrible decision on the part of two people to "pants" me.
Little did they know that I sleep without certain undergarments...
And voila.
OOCN @ it's finest. or worst.
(Depending upon who you ask.)
I always thought if that moment ever happened again, I would disintegrate. And disappear from this planet.
But luckily, two friends from college, knowing my issues were able to throw themselves upon me and cover me...
And, as I lay on the ground, half naked, with two people on top of me...
All I could do was laugh.
And laugh.
And laugh.
And laugh.
It was pretty freaking funny.
I called all former roommates to let them know that I'd been OOCN'd.
And they couldn't believe it.
Neither could I.
I tried to repress it. But I guess it's too funny to repress.
Anywho -- way to be a proud naked person. The world needs naked people. Society needs people who love to be naked. I suppose.
ha.
I don't know if the world needs non-naked people. But I'm working under the assumption that it does.
So we're like the Yin & Yang of the world's spectrum of nudity.
And this wonderful (aka addictive) world of blogging brings us all together.
cheers!
lc
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