KDP & I met up for a bit of bill paying and dinner tonight. We needed to recap the escapades of a weekend filled with laughter, elixers, and men. Well.....I had the first two while she enjoyed all three on that list.
Anyway, we were at the mall and I saw that I had been 'spotted' by a former student who was looking at me with that 'Hm. Don't I know her?' look on his face. Why didn't he recognize me immediately? Probably the spaghetti strap tank, jeans & sneakers I was sporting for my casual night out. I saw the confused look and waved. He smiled, waved back, pointed me out to someone and we moved on. KDP asked me who I was waving to & I replied 'a student' and she sighed, heavily, and said "Ofcourse". This happened three times at the mall. Yup. Three. It makes it hard to go out -- sometimes -- and I feel awkward going into stores like VS for the fact that people now know I bought something. I just always hope that when they see me next they don't wonder if what I bought is 'under there somewhere'. Its just weird.
We then went to Houlihans for dinner & were seated WAY in the back of the restaurant. Our waitress comes over & takes our beverage order. A few minutes later a waiter comes over & says "Are you Grotter?" I smiled & said "Yes. That's me". He smiles & hands me a rose made from a napkin....and it really looked like an origami rose and said "This is from an admirer". I said "No. Really. Whose it from?" And he said "A former student". But the way he said it was questioning the notion....like...there's no way this guy was your student type of a sound. I said "You'll have to help me out here. I've had nearly 1000 students in the past two years." He said "Dave would kill me if i told you it was him." And he winks. I said "Dave who?" He told me & we chatted for a bit. The waitress comes back over & says "Why are you taking my table? Where'd the rose come from?" So we tell her & she commented that she couldn't figure out why a table of guys kept pointing & staring in our direction. That solved it for her.
I was so smitten with the gesture. It was sweet! It made me feel special. And it made other people in the restaurant curious to know what was going on. I kind of liked it. I want more. Crak & I have partied like rockstars but now I want celebrity status!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Why The Lies?
I have not been doing very well with my 'dating scene' lately. I decided to scout out some new men on Match & see what's available. When you show an interest in one guy, and send some form of contact, three more pictures of men 'pop up' to say "Hey. Here are some others with similar profiles you may be interested in". With the first one.......one of the guys I have already been out with 'popped up'. So I figured I'd read his profile again & see if he's updated. Yup. And there were some new comments on there that contradict what he had originally said to me. Hmmmmmmm. Whatever.
I searched a bit more & found another guy to contact & when I did, another guy I went out with 'popped up' on the list again. So I figured I'd check him out, too. His profile has changed & his has contradictions too! What the......? Did I not like these guys because they weren't really who they said they were/are or have they now started lying because things didn't work out with....not just me but....others?
So I looked up a couple more. Those who had no degrees now have graduate degrees....in three months? WOW! Inmpressive! Those who weren't married are now separated. What?
So why the lies? Why the games? This is a service for which you are paying to find 'the one' and you start with a lie? It discourages me in more ways than one. Sorting through the lies/liars sux.
I searched a bit more & found another guy to contact & when I did, another guy I went out with 'popped up' on the list again. So I figured I'd check him out, too. His profile has changed & his has contradictions too! What the......? Did I not like these guys because they weren't really who they said they were/are or have they now started lying because things didn't work out with....not just me but....others?
So I looked up a couple more. Those who had no degrees now have graduate degrees....in three months? WOW! Inmpressive! Those who weren't married are now separated. What?
So why the lies? Why the games? This is a service for which you are paying to find 'the one' and you start with a lie? It discourages me in more ways than one. Sorting through the lies/liars sux.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Dave, Buster, Jim, Matt, Fred, Crak & An Altered Evening
The second rooftop party was held last night at the Sky Terrace on the Hudson. Crak, KDP, and myself all looked for tickets in the most insane manner any gal could. Somehow we missed out on it. So I sent the company an email saying how we psychotically stalked this event & they sent back an email saying that a limited amount of tickets would be available at the door. So Crak & I headed on in to be there early to buy these elusive tickets. The hotel was gorgeous! Crak & I both said we want to go in & stay there. We should! I saw a woman who seemed to be connected to the event, told her our tale, and she said she'd go find out for us if we could buy tickets or not.
In the meantime, Crak was on the phone with Fred, who said if we can't get in, we should meet her somewhere to hang out for a bit. The event woman came back and said "Here's the good news: if your name is on the list & you bought tickets in advance, you can go in at 6pm". She said this in such a proud manner and yet it totally accomplished NOTHING. We knew that, but what about the door tickets? UGH! So Crak said its not worth it & let's go meet Fred at Dave & Busters in Times Square. We did. However, we walked down there. Now, while my oh-so-cute red Steve Madden heels are great for strutting it in Long Beach or Huntington, they were not meant for massive city blocks and lot-n-lots of stairs.
Just as we hit the TS area, some comedy club promoter told us to 'watch out for the pile' on the sidewalk. We smiled. He said "I'm a comedian." I said "You are so funny". He responded with "I love you" to which I mimicked it back & then he yelled into the crowd for me to make out with him. I spun around and said "Right now" with a bunch of people looking surprised to hear such a resposne. Then, about 30 steps later I hear "Hey. She's wearing Sevens". Those were the jeans I had on. Now why anyone would say this I have no clue. I found it odd but whatever. I had just responded to a man that I'd make out with him (sarcastically) in TS.
We got to Dave & Busters & met Fred. The three of us went inside & found that it was happy hour on all but two of their drinks. Sweet! Fred bought the game card & it was now on Crak & me to supply the refreshments. Isn't it nice when you can go to the city & buy three drinks for $13.50? So loving it.
We played a trivia game and some skeeball and finished off our drinks. It was time to get the second round, before happy hour ended, and we tried to squeeze up to the bar.
A quasi-california type of guy saw me standing there & graciously scooted me up to the bar. I tried to order, but it was taking forever. He told me not to order the large beer because it wasn't good. The beer was not that big & I told him that once you've had a beer in Munich, nothing phases you. He said he went to Oktoberfest & the chatting began. His friend put our drinks on their tab & I introduced them to Fred & Crak. Jim wanted me to go play some video game with him, so off we went to find the 'right' game. Somehow we played a military/shooting game that we went head-to-head on. I had never played & he kept saying how good he was. Then why did I have 20,000 points to his 14,000? Why did he die first? He said he 'let' me win. Dummy. I took the semi-inals in Gaming back in '89 at the Javitz Center.
We joined the group & chatted more. Jim was a bit too 'touchy-feely' for me, but whatever. We ween't staying the night there, so another hour or two wouldn't kill me. We moved to a table and Matt said "Why is Jim fighting with that guy?" We turn to see him being 'friendly' while the other guy was being a loser. I have to point out that a little while earlier, Fred, Crak & Matt left us to go to the restrooms. The men had umbrellas with them & Jim was trying to wrap them up & snap them shut. The guy (who we'd argue with later) said "What's the matter? Can't find the hole?" Jim said "I can find that without a problem. But this is an umbrella" The other guy sid "A hole's a hole, dude. Can't find it, can you." I said "Umm......this is not a hole. Its a snap. Snaps are different." He said to me "A hole's a hole to a guy". Jim & I looked at eachother and were like--whatever.
Back to the fight--I stepped between them, told Jim to go to the table we had and said to the other guy "He's a bit drunk. We'll take him to the table. Just let it go." This new guy yells over my head to Jim "You wanna take this outside?" I pushed Jim away and said "Are you serious? I just told him to go away & said to you its done. You now want to do that? How sad are you?" He then challenges me and asks if I want to go outside. I said "Buddy, you just challneged a woman. That is so pathetic. Just drop it." He told me to mind my business since he'd been listening to Jim for 3 hours. I pointed out that I don't think that was possible since we had been at that bar an hour and a half earlier and didn't see either of the men. He said "I've been here since 11:30 and I know who has been here" I said to him that the fact that he is willing to tell people he's been there since 11:30 is pretty sad. It went on for maybe another minute & I walked away.
Fred was ready to go. Crak was not. I didn't care. Fred left without us. After twenty minutes more of chatting with the men....well....Crak was texting her many men.....I was chatting caually for that time, she hits the table and say "I'm ready". Thanks for the warning! We said our goodbyes and began a painful trek back to Penn. We hopped our trains & I was home by 10:15 pm. Pretty good, I guess but I figured I'd be home around midnight so I was unhappy with myself for being 'old' and home early.
I will say I can't walk today. Those shoes, although adorable & make me cute, destroyed my feet & legs. I have until Friday to recover. Being cute definitely comes with a price. I dare any of you to pull it off as well as me! (lol)
In the meantime, Crak was on the phone with Fred, who said if we can't get in, we should meet her somewhere to hang out for a bit. The event woman came back and said "Here's the good news: if your name is on the list & you bought tickets in advance, you can go in at 6pm". She said this in such a proud manner and yet it totally accomplished NOTHING. We knew that, but what about the door tickets? UGH! So Crak said its not worth it & let's go meet Fred at Dave & Busters in Times Square. We did. However, we walked down there. Now, while my oh-so-cute red Steve Madden heels are great for strutting it in Long Beach or Huntington, they were not meant for massive city blocks and lot-n-lots of stairs.
Just as we hit the TS area, some comedy club promoter told us to 'watch out for the pile' on the sidewalk. We smiled. He said "I'm a comedian." I said "You are so funny". He responded with "I love you" to which I mimicked it back & then he yelled into the crowd for me to make out with him. I spun around and said "Right now" with a bunch of people looking surprised to hear such a resposne. Then, about 30 steps later I hear "Hey. She's wearing Sevens". Those were the jeans I had on. Now why anyone would say this I have no clue. I found it odd but whatever. I had just responded to a man that I'd make out with him (sarcastically) in TS.
We got to Dave & Busters & met Fred. The three of us went inside & found that it was happy hour on all but two of their drinks. Sweet! Fred bought the game card & it was now on Crak & me to supply the refreshments. Isn't it nice when you can go to the city & buy three drinks for $13.50? So loving it.
We played a trivia game and some skeeball and finished off our drinks. It was time to get the second round, before happy hour ended, and we tried to squeeze up to the bar.
A quasi-california type of guy saw me standing there & graciously scooted me up to the bar. I tried to order, but it was taking forever. He told me not to order the large beer because it wasn't good. The beer was not that big & I told him that once you've had a beer in Munich, nothing phases you. He said he went to Oktoberfest & the chatting began. His friend put our drinks on their tab & I introduced them to Fred & Crak. Jim wanted me to go play some video game with him, so off we went to find the 'right' game. Somehow we played a military/shooting game that we went head-to-head on. I had never played & he kept saying how good he was. Then why did I have 20,000 points to his 14,000? Why did he die first? He said he 'let' me win. Dummy. I took the semi-inals in Gaming back in '89 at the Javitz Center.
We joined the group & chatted more. Jim was a bit too 'touchy-feely' for me, but whatever. We ween't staying the night there, so another hour or two wouldn't kill me. We moved to a table and Matt said "Why is Jim fighting with that guy?" We turn to see him being 'friendly' while the other guy was being a loser. I have to point out that a little while earlier, Fred, Crak & Matt left us to go to the restrooms. The men had umbrellas with them & Jim was trying to wrap them up & snap them shut. The guy (who we'd argue with later) said "What's the matter? Can't find the hole?" Jim said "I can find that without a problem. But this is an umbrella" The other guy sid "A hole's a hole, dude. Can't find it, can you." I said "Umm......this is not a hole. Its a snap. Snaps are different." He said to me "A hole's a hole to a guy". Jim & I looked at eachother and were like--whatever.
Back to the fight--I stepped between them, told Jim to go to the table we had and said to the other guy "He's a bit drunk. We'll take him to the table. Just let it go." This new guy yells over my head to Jim "You wanna take this outside?" I pushed Jim away and said "Are you serious? I just told him to go away & said to you its done. You now want to do that? How sad are you?" He then challenges me and asks if I want to go outside. I said "Buddy, you just challneged a woman. That is so pathetic. Just drop it." He told me to mind my business since he'd been listening to Jim for 3 hours. I pointed out that I don't think that was possible since we had been at that bar an hour and a half earlier and didn't see either of the men. He said "I've been here since 11:30 and I know who has been here" I said to him that the fact that he is willing to tell people he's been there since 11:30 is pretty sad. It went on for maybe another minute & I walked away.
Fred was ready to go. Crak was not. I didn't care. Fred left without us. After twenty minutes more of chatting with the men....well....Crak was texting her many men.....I was chatting caually for that time, she hits the table and say "I'm ready". Thanks for the warning! We said our goodbyes and began a painful trek back to Penn. We hopped our trains & I was home by 10:15 pm. Pretty good, I guess but I figured I'd be home around midnight so I was unhappy with myself for being 'old' and home early.
I will say I can't walk today. Those shoes, although adorable & make me cute, destroyed my feet & legs. I have until Friday to recover. Being cute definitely comes with a price. I dare any of you to pull it off as well as me! (lol)
Monday, June 11, 2007
13 Is A Lucky Number
I have been counting down the days for the release of 'Ocean's 13' for so long now. And this weekend it was finally released. I am such a fan of the first one of the three and can do the entire movie by heart. Sad, but true. The second one bombed (or should I say sank). I did not like it at all. It just bored me. So I was thrilled with the notion that there'd be a third one in the set. This was a chance that all of the crappy things in '12' would be erased & '13' would be fantastic, leaving off the trilogy on a good note.
It did. The dry/sahara sense of wit from Pitt & Clooney is right up my alley. The glitz & glamour of Vegas is what I crave. And the revenge tactics blow my mind and make me want to really 'get someone', ya know?
I especially loved Don Cheadle's character in this one. Between his accent & his sensitivity while trying to simulate an earth-quake, it just makes me giggle.
In my opinion, "Ocean's 13' kept the series afloat.
It did. The dry/sahara sense of wit from Pitt & Clooney is right up my alley. The glitz & glamour of Vegas is what I crave. And the revenge tactics blow my mind and make me want to really 'get someone', ya know?
I especially loved Don Cheadle's character in this one. Between his accent & his sensitivity while trying to simulate an earth-quake, it just makes me giggle.
In my opinion, "Ocean's 13' kept the series afloat.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
4 out of 4 & 'he doesn't have wings'.............
Last night found KDP & me on Rte. 110. I know it well by day & am learning it quickly by night. Cameron had left me that message two days ago that he'd be working & I should 'stop by' to hang out for a bit. I wanted KDP's opinion, so being the good sport that she is, she agreed to haul it out to Huntington.
We went in to Lawful Fish and sat down at the bar. He took a minute to catch the fact that I was sitting there waiting to be waited on. He came over, big grin, and asked what I was doing. So I told him that I felt bad that I had not called or texted him back & figured I'd stop by on my way to Blue Honu. KDP liked him instantly. She thinks he's cute. She, like Crak, thought he was funny, too.
He told us their specialty drinks and KDP settled on a Lemon Drop martini while I had the White Wine Sangria. He had raved about it Tuesday night & I am always up for a sweet drink that the bartender chats up.
We stayed there for about an hour, talking & laughing. When it was time to leave, I asked for the check & he shook his head like I was speaking a foreign language. I explained what a bill is and he shook his head in confusion. KDP excused herself at this point to 'wash her hands' and as she so gracefully put it 'to let the two of you argue this for a bit in private'. Yeah. Thanks.
He refused money so I left him a very big tip while he wasn't looking. I know I'll get the ticked off call later. I just won't answer. He insisted on walking us out....which I tried so hard to avoid (truly no sarcasm there)....and he said goodbye to KDP with a peck on the cheek & I got the kiss on the lips & a "I'll call you tomorrow". See? That's how I know the ticked off call will be coming.
KDP thought he was great & said if I don't want him, she'll be more than happy to help herself. Crak had said the same thing. I just feel bad. No spark. Not even a little static electricity.
We left there and headed to BH. When we did our 'walk through', we saw that the crowd had already 'coupled up' and it was an older and not so good-looking crowd. I passed by Mr. Finance's brother,who looked at me again like I am crazy for being there. There was no chatting this time. Finance was not there and neither was Crak's aggressive Tarzan. This suited me just fine, although I wuoldn't mind Finance seeing me talking to someone else, like Tarzan did Crak. Just to get things riled up a bit.
We found our way to the bar & ordered drinks. There was an empty bar stool so I slid it over & sat down. This greasy guy, who reminded me of the character Joe Jr. from "While You Were Sleeping" said 'Hey--that's my stool". Meanwhile, he was standing next to it with his back to it and it was pushed away from him. He had just walked over & there didn't seem to be a claim on it. So I said "I didn't see you sitting on it nor a jacket or anything holding it, so I figured it was free". "Yeah, well I am saving it for a girl". I said "Well, what am I? I am a girl." So I stayed seated.
While seated, a guy started talking, quite familiarly, with the bartender. KDP kept nodding in his direction that he was on the cute side (too short but cute) & I should get off the stool and talk to him. So I did. I leaned in and said that I was sorry for eavesdropping, but he had said BH will be closed the next 3 weeks and I wanted to know more. We ended up chatting awhile. He works in Public Relations & moved from Manhattan to Hunt. a year ago. He sounds interesting, but seems too shy for PR.
I had sent a text to Mayo since he yelled at me the other night for not inviting him out with us. He showed up 15 minutes later. He & KDP chatted while I kept the new PR guy company. Mayo wanted to to go Finleys & thats where PR's female friends (he's in the Mayo position apparently) were still dancing & drinking. So the 4 of us hauled it over to Finleys where we had to pay some dumb cover. I am not into going to places where I have to pay a cover. But it was only $5 so I guess I shouldn't gripe.
We went outside & chatted a bit more. PR was just sitting there, looking a bit out-of-place so I tried getting him to tell me more about himself. I even told him he could go back to hanging out with his female friends & he said he was fine with us. Ummm.....okay. That was not the vibe I got at all. But what do I know seeing as I have picked real winners each time.
Mayo bailed on us close to 1am & KDP & I decided it'd be good to get going, too. PR followed us inside & waited outside of the ladies' room with me for KDP. He then --(painfully) FINALLY -- said "So would you want to hang out sometime?" I said that would be nice & gave him my number. I'm not counting on a call, seeing as I felt like a desireable sweater that will be forgotten in a day or two. Oh well. Still--4 out of 4 at BH is pretty good!
On the way home, KDP & I hashed the guys I have been talking with over the last 3 months. I told her I am not attracted to any of them. I said the only one I really had looked forward to going out with was Mr. Finance. She said that part of it is because I still think of Cowboy was a fall-back plan. Not to mention that these other guys don't have the 'wings'.................to which I almost hit a tree because my head jerked in her direciton so fast because I had no idea what she was talking about & was now wondering just how sober she was. Ah--she was sober.....but beyond tired. She meant 'arms' because I drool every time I mention Finance's arms. These other guys don't have them. Well, they all have two arms....but not the hang upside down from your biceps kind that I love love love so much. And she pointed out that I also like the Mechanic because he's safe in the idea that he is hot and has 'wings' but it will never be anything other than him as a piece of eye candy for me to enjoy.
Could she be right? Is that my issue? Deep down do I really just want to stay single? I hope not. Is it that Cowboy is who I want but am willing to fill the void with whatever yahoo comes along for now? Oh how sad!
We went in to Lawful Fish and sat down at the bar. He took a minute to catch the fact that I was sitting there waiting to be waited on. He came over, big grin, and asked what I was doing. So I told him that I felt bad that I had not called or texted him back & figured I'd stop by on my way to Blue Honu. KDP liked him instantly. She thinks he's cute. She, like Crak, thought he was funny, too.
He told us their specialty drinks and KDP settled on a Lemon Drop martini while I had the White Wine Sangria. He had raved about it Tuesday night & I am always up for a sweet drink that the bartender chats up.
We stayed there for about an hour, talking & laughing. When it was time to leave, I asked for the check & he shook his head like I was speaking a foreign language. I explained what a bill is and he shook his head in confusion. KDP excused herself at this point to 'wash her hands' and as she so gracefully put it 'to let the two of you argue this for a bit in private'. Yeah. Thanks.
He refused money so I left him a very big tip while he wasn't looking. I know I'll get the ticked off call later. I just won't answer. He insisted on walking us out....which I tried so hard to avoid (truly no sarcasm there)....and he said goodbye to KDP with a peck on the cheek & I got the kiss on the lips & a "I'll call you tomorrow". See? That's how I know the ticked off call will be coming.
KDP thought he was great & said if I don't want him, she'll be more than happy to help herself. Crak had said the same thing. I just feel bad. No spark. Not even a little static electricity.
We left there and headed to BH. When we did our 'walk through', we saw that the crowd had already 'coupled up' and it was an older and not so good-looking crowd. I passed by Mr. Finance's brother,who looked at me again like I am crazy for being there. There was no chatting this time. Finance was not there and neither was Crak's aggressive Tarzan. This suited me just fine, although I wuoldn't mind Finance seeing me talking to someone else, like Tarzan did Crak. Just to get things riled up a bit.
We found our way to the bar & ordered drinks. There was an empty bar stool so I slid it over & sat down. This greasy guy, who reminded me of the character Joe Jr. from "While You Were Sleeping" said 'Hey--that's my stool". Meanwhile, he was standing next to it with his back to it and it was pushed away from him. He had just walked over & there didn't seem to be a claim on it. So I said "I didn't see you sitting on it nor a jacket or anything holding it, so I figured it was free". "Yeah, well I am saving it for a girl". I said "Well, what am I? I am a girl." So I stayed seated.
While seated, a guy started talking, quite familiarly, with the bartender. KDP kept nodding in his direction that he was on the cute side (too short but cute) & I should get off the stool and talk to him. So I did. I leaned in and said that I was sorry for eavesdropping, but he had said BH will be closed the next 3 weeks and I wanted to know more. We ended up chatting awhile. He works in Public Relations & moved from Manhattan to Hunt. a year ago. He sounds interesting, but seems too shy for PR.
I had sent a text to Mayo since he yelled at me the other night for not inviting him out with us. He showed up 15 minutes later. He & KDP chatted while I kept the new PR guy company. Mayo wanted to to go Finleys & thats where PR's female friends (he's in the Mayo position apparently) were still dancing & drinking. So the 4 of us hauled it over to Finleys where we had to pay some dumb cover. I am not into going to places where I have to pay a cover. But it was only $5 so I guess I shouldn't gripe.
We went outside & chatted a bit more. PR was just sitting there, looking a bit out-of-place so I tried getting him to tell me more about himself. I even told him he could go back to hanging out with his female friends & he said he was fine with us. Ummm.....okay. That was not the vibe I got at all. But what do I know seeing as I have picked real winners each time.
Mayo bailed on us close to 1am & KDP & I decided it'd be good to get going, too. PR followed us inside & waited outside of the ladies' room with me for KDP. He then --(painfully) FINALLY -- said "So would you want to hang out sometime?" I said that would be nice & gave him my number. I'm not counting on a call, seeing as I felt like a desireable sweater that will be forgotten in a day or two. Oh well. Still--4 out of 4 at BH is pretty good!
On the way home, KDP & I hashed the guys I have been talking with over the last 3 months. I told her I am not attracted to any of them. I said the only one I really had looked forward to going out with was Mr. Finance. She said that part of it is because I still think of Cowboy was a fall-back plan. Not to mention that these other guys don't have the 'wings'.................to which I almost hit a tree because my head jerked in her direciton so fast because I had no idea what she was talking about & was now wondering just how sober she was. Ah--she was sober.....but beyond tired. She meant 'arms' because I drool every time I mention Finance's arms. These other guys don't have them. Well, they all have two arms....but not the hang upside down from your biceps kind that I love love love so much. And she pointed out that I also like the Mechanic because he's safe in the idea that he is hot and has 'wings' but it will never be anything other than him as a piece of eye candy for me to enjoy.
Could she be right? Is that my issue? Deep down do I really just want to stay single? I hope not. Is it that Cowboy is who I want but am willing to fill the void with whatever yahoo comes along for now? Oh how sad!
Pity for Paris?
The latest headlines about the hotel heiress say taht she cried heavily as the judge ordered her back to jail to finish out her 45-day sentence for a DUI that originally suspended her license. She was then caught driving under the suspension twice. Does such an offense deserve jail time?
Definitely. Why should she get treated any differently after commiting a crime? And, this so-called 'medical condition'......did they not know about this beforehand so that it could be dealt with while in jail? The rest of us would serve time, and so should she. She is a regular person, who happens to have been born into a family that made its way. She has yet to do that.
Why is it that we 'look down upon' those who are theives, robbers, and muggers but do not look at drunk driving, or being a scofflaw, with any sort of disdain. A student of mine provided his Ethics class with the statistic that 16,885 people were killed in alcohol-related crashes in 2005. That avergaes out to be one person every 30 minutes. That number is crazy. And yet, we see people leaving bars, restaurants, and parties every day, having even had one drink, and then driving their 2000lb vehicle on the road. Some are driving alone. Others with friends, family, or children in the car. But what about all of the people around who are driving safely, riding their bikes, or walking? Don't they deserve consideration too?
She's an heiress. She has numerous friends and family members. They could have driven her when she had too much to drink. Guaranteed the famly has a car service that would have picked her up when she had that alcohol. And, even better, once her license was suspended, I am sure that one of the staff in her spacious home would have made that 'hamburger run' for her. Or, they would have even delivered it to her, seeing as she is Paris.
So, with all of the options afforded this heiress, she deserves no pity & this gal is happy she has been escorted back to prison.
Definitely. Why should she get treated any differently after commiting a crime? And, this so-called 'medical condition'......did they not know about this beforehand so that it could be dealt with while in jail? The rest of us would serve time, and so should she. She is a regular person, who happens to have been born into a family that made its way. She has yet to do that.
Why is it that we 'look down upon' those who are theives, robbers, and muggers but do not look at drunk driving, or being a scofflaw, with any sort of disdain. A student of mine provided his Ethics class with the statistic that 16,885 people were killed in alcohol-related crashes in 2005. That avergaes out to be one person every 30 minutes. That number is crazy. And yet, we see people leaving bars, restaurants, and parties every day, having even had one drink, and then driving their 2000lb vehicle on the road. Some are driving alone. Others with friends, family, or children in the car. But what about all of the people around who are driving safely, riding their bikes, or walking? Don't they deserve consideration too?
She's an heiress. She has numerous friends and family members. They could have driven her when she had too much to drink. Guaranteed the famly has a car service that would have picked her up when she had that alcohol. And, even better, once her license was suspended, I am sure that one of the staff in her spacious home would have made that 'hamburger run' for her. Or, they would have even delivered it to her, seeing as she is Paris.
So, with all of the options afforded this heiress, she deserves no pity & this gal is happy she has been escorted back to prison.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
No Good?
Cameron called last night & left a message: "Hey. Just calling to say hi & see how your day went. It was nuts at school all day so taht's why I am calling you so late. I am bartending ALL weekend. But, if you & Crak want to, come on down & hang for a bit. Call me tomorrow. Talk to you soon."
Aw. How nice.
But, I didn't plan on hearing from him so soon. And I didn't want standing plans to go see him at work. I think I am being picky........I don't know. But I said I am not looking for the 'instant history' or a serious relationship just yet. If I was really really into him, I'd be thrilled that he called so soon. But I'm not. No good.
The Mechanic made an appearance yesterday. This is not good. He called. Was all charming. Demanded I hang out withhim last night. Became angry that I had to work until 11pm. Said he'd call today. Never did. No good.
Mr. Italy read my email describing a date & the stipulations under which I will go out with him on one and did not respond. Surprise surprise. Why stipulations? Because he is the type to set something up and then blow you off. He is the type to email--rather than call--you after the fact to say he couldn't make it even though you were there waiting. Yeah--he's a real catch. No good.
CrazyJoe & I had coffee last night. We kabitzed about dates that we've had recently. We ended the evening nicely until he said "So call me if youa re in the mood to make out one day. I know I'm good & you are pretty good yourself." Ummm......he isn't good. Who told him he was good? I know I didn't No good.
The Detective has not called since Monday. I am happy about this and hope he loses my number. That would be good.
Aw. How nice.
But, I didn't plan on hearing from him so soon. And I didn't want standing plans to go see him at work. I think I am being picky........I don't know. But I said I am not looking for the 'instant history' or a serious relationship just yet. If I was really really into him, I'd be thrilled that he called so soon. But I'm not. No good.
The Mechanic made an appearance yesterday. This is not good. He called. Was all charming. Demanded I hang out withhim last night. Became angry that I had to work until 11pm. Said he'd call today. Never did. No good.
Mr. Italy read my email describing a date & the stipulations under which I will go out with him on one and did not respond. Surprise surprise. Why stipulations? Because he is the type to set something up and then blow you off. He is the type to email--rather than call--you after the fact to say he couldn't make it even though you were there waiting. Yeah--he's a real catch. No good.
CrazyJoe & I had coffee last night. We kabitzed about dates that we've had recently. We ended the evening nicely until he said "So call me if youa re in the mood to make out one day. I know I'm good & you are pretty good yourself." Ummm......he isn't good. Who told him he was good? I know I didn't No good.
The Detective has not called since Monday. I am happy about this and hope he loses my number. That would be good.
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