So--called the Greek last Monday to talk about that whole "listen to the song" thing & try to talk this out. We chatted briefly but he said he'd rather talk about it all in person. So I said fine. He could call me to set something up to do so, but I was done calling him to talk about this.
He didn't call.
Big shock. I knew it was partially because he likes to be in control & we'll talk when he's ready to talk. The other factor was his job. He's running the whole show these past two weeks & doesn't have time normally to talk so why would he when it's all on his shoulders?
I texted him last Saturday to come out with Crak & me to Sushi Samba.....but he never replied. So I had called and left a message that we can hang out & ignore all of that sappy stuff he said. Just do the "friend thing". Still no response.
I stopped trying to communicate. I got a text Thursday night (almost two weeks after the whole song thing): "You still up?" I sent back "Yes". He asked me what I was doing & I said "Gameboy--I am relaxing" He said he wasn't trying to play games & that it was work & all & he wants to talk soon. I said uh-huh sure. He said he does. I said "Well...I have to get going...goodnight" And he sends it back "Sweet Dreams".
That was Thursday night. Again....almost two weeks after the evening out. Let's see how long it takes for the next series of texts to begin.
Again---I am not looking for anything other than evenings out & good times. This will never work as a relationship & I don't want it to. It's a good "filler" for now.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
I Can't Take Them Anymore!
This is the part where I vent about needy students. Even my adults are pouncing on me when I walk into the building.....when I enter or exit a classroom.....are interrupting my classes that are in session.....or are waiting to catch me as I try to leave the building. They are running things past me that 8 year olds could do with less guidance.
And I have a couple of admireres that are really getting to the point that I am being harsh & it isn't working to drive them away. They need to get over the "teacher" fantasy thing & get a life.
I have kicked out four students from various classes in five weeks....I believe that is a new record. Even for me!
Sorry----I have not been home at night in over two weeks & too many thoughts are flooding my brain to be coherent at this point. All I know is taht Crak has the Spring schedule and I am still trying to deal with the fall. Don't make me go back there! I will go crazy!
And I have a couple of admireres that are really getting to the point that I am being harsh & it isn't working to drive them away. They need to get over the "teacher" fantasy thing & get a life.
I have kicked out four students from various classes in five weeks....I believe that is a new record. Even for me!
Sorry----I have not been home at night in over two weeks & too many thoughts are flooding my brain to be coherent at this point. All I know is taht Crak has the Spring schedule and I am still trying to deal with the fall. Don't make me go back there! I will go crazy!
Ummm......What Is It Again That I Ordered?
Crak & I have been meaning to go into the city for a real "night out". You know, the sophisticated, get dressed up, have dinner & be seen, kind of thing. She had mentioned this place, Sushi Samba, to me ages ago & I have read a number of reviews about it & was very interested in going.
We finally committed to Saturday night. We hopped trains & met at Penn around 7:15 pm. We were actually doing the dining after 8pm plan. Very unusual for us. I had not eaten anything since 1:30 & was so excited to be eating at this place that I was all set to run there. It's located on Lex. btwn 19th & 20th & we decided to walk. We talked the entire way & some of the things we said Crak pointed out that we may end up on "Overheard in NY" one day. I could only hope. Anyway, we got to SushiSamba & were surprised to have only a 20 minute wait.
This place is very small.....very loud....and very trendy. Oh so happy to be there!
We went all out. We ordered "small plates" and sushi to follow. She ordered some tuna & crusted bread hting while I ordered a pastel. This was an empanada filled with shitake mushrooms & other stuff on a layer of corn salsa. We had ordered samba juices (a mix of like 5 alcohols) and had worked our way through a bit of the drink on the empty stomach and the small plates came out. The waiter said the names of the items & put them infront of us. We each dug in. Mine was good. Crak kept looking at it...while saying "Oh my god this is so good" and followed up her moan with "I think you have mine". I didn't think so because what I had looked like mushrooms sliced thin. Until I took taht next bite. A strong fishy after-taste followed. My face cringed. She looke dup to catch this & said "It's tuna". I said "Yeah--we're switching" and we passed the plates over the very tiny table. Tahnk god my empanada was fantastic. It quickly took away that fishy taste that I do not appreciate.
This is why we are not good at going to new places with unrecognizable food. We are too busy talking to remember what the heck it is we wanted & then some of us don't even get it until we've chewed it............EW!
The small plates were cleared & the sushi came out. I had california rolls & I believe she had more tuna. With the sushi came chopsticks. I can not use those darn wooden sticks. My hands just won't conform to the position that is required to hold them. I was waiting to flip the cali. roll onto the table next to us. Crak was patient & tried numerous times to teach me.....to no avail. I managed but I would starve if I had to do that on a regular basis.
We even decided to splurge and get dessert......some chocolate banana caramel thing with vanilla bean icecream. It sounded so good. It was just okay. I liked some of the ingredients. She liked others. Together we polished it off.
When we were finished, we started the walk back up to Penn. We talked the WHOLE way --- until we got to a light where we had to wait to cross. This is when two drunk, stoned, toothless older men stopped us...and it went something like this: "Ladies. We just wanted to wish you a good week and a good saturday." Our reply: "Oh...thank you" (insert giggles because we are that pathetic that we are taking compliments from toothless, drunk, stoned older men). He continued "And now we are going to go drink, smoke some pot, and look at more pretty women". To which we reply "That sounds good & that sounds like a plan". People who were also waiting on teh corner to try & cross watched this unfold and were smiling at the lunacy of it all. We sped across the street as soon as the light changed.
BAck at Penn we grabbed Starbucks and talked even more. I was so proud of us for 1. following through 2. going to such a tredny place 3. doing the whole evening out thing in the city.
I can't wait for our next adventure!
We finally committed to Saturday night. We hopped trains & met at Penn around 7:15 pm. We were actually doing the dining after 8pm plan. Very unusual for us. I had not eaten anything since 1:30 & was so excited to be eating at this place that I was all set to run there. It's located on Lex. btwn 19th & 20th & we decided to walk. We talked the entire way & some of the things we said Crak pointed out that we may end up on "Overheard in NY" one day. I could only hope. Anyway, we got to SushiSamba & were surprised to have only a 20 minute wait.
This place is very small.....very loud....and very trendy. Oh so happy to be there!
We went all out. We ordered "small plates" and sushi to follow. She ordered some tuna & crusted bread hting while I ordered a pastel. This was an empanada filled with shitake mushrooms & other stuff on a layer of corn salsa. We had ordered samba juices (a mix of like 5 alcohols) and had worked our way through a bit of the drink on the empty stomach and the small plates came out. The waiter said the names of the items & put them infront of us. We each dug in. Mine was good. Crak kept looking at it...while saying "Oh my god this is so good" and followed up her moan with "I think you have mine". I didn't think so because what I had looked like mushrooms sliced thin. Until I took taht next bite. A strong fishy after-taste followed. My face cringed. She looke dup to catch this & said "It's tuna". I said "Yeah--we're switching" and we passed the plates over the very tiny table. Tahnk god my empanada was fantastic. It quickly took away that fishy taste that I do not appreciate.
This is why we are not good at going to new places with unrecognizable food. We are too busy talking to remember what the heck it is we wanted & then some of us don't even get it until we've chewed it............EW!
The small plates were cleared & the sushi came out. I had california rolls & I believe she had more tuna. With the sushi came chopsticks. I can not use those darn wooden sticks. My hands just won't conform to the position that is required to hold them. I was waiting to flip the cali. roll onto the table next to us. Crak was patient & tried numerous times to teach me.....to no avail. I managed but I would starve if I had to do that on a regular basis.
We even decided to splurge and get dessert......some chocolate banana caramel thing with vanilla bean icecream. It sounded so good. It was just okay. I liked some of the ingredients. She liked others. Together we polished it off.
When we were finished, we started the walk back up to Penn. We talked the WHOLE way --- until we got to a light where we had to wait to cross. This is when two drunk, stoned, toothless older men stopped us...and it went something like this: "Ladies. We just wanted to wish you a good week and a good saturday." Our reply: "Oh...thank you" (insert giggles because we are that pathetic that we are taking compliments from toothless, drunk, stoned older men). He continued "And now we are going to go drink, smoke some pot, and look at more pretty women". To which we reply "That sounds good & that sounds like a plan". People who were also waiting on teh corner to try & cross watched this unfold and were smiling at the lunacy of it all. We sped across the street as soon as the light changed.
BAck at Penn we grabbed Starbucks and talked even more. I was so proud of us for 1. following through 2. going to such a tredny place 3. doing the whole evening out thing in the city.
I can't wait for our next adventure!
Doin' It California Style
KDP & I went to California Pizza last Friday. I got "the call" at 4:30 asking if I was busy. Nope. So she suggested Cali. Pizza because she had a gift card there (fromme....lol) and had a craving.
We met up around 6:30 and got a table very quickly. I was shocked because anything in the Westbury area anytime after 5 pm is nuts & has a wait.
We had so much to catch up on, even though I had seen her the week before. We decided to split an appetizer of flautas & a santa fe pizza. We were so busy talking & about 25 minutes later, the pizza arrives. We looked at eachother & the woman dropping off the meal & said "Umm....we ordered appetizers too". She said "Oh, okay". With that, a manager came over and said "Oh! You ordered an appetizer and your pizza came out first? Sometimes that happens in the kitchen. Some things cook faster than others." Yeah. Right. The main course always arrives before the appetizer.
Our waiter showed up five minutes later with the flautas and said "So sorry. They're on the house." Mmmmmmmmm................they were so good & tasted even better because now we didn't have to pay for them! Yippee!
We left there close to 8 and headed to the Source to check out the sales, buy a cd or two, and see the almost complete Christmas display at Fortunoff. I LOVE their decorations each year & enjoy just strolling through the trees, ornaments, and lawn decor. It's so peaceful & gets me ready for the madness that is soon to ensue.
We finished up our evening with Starbucks and talked more. My jaw was so tired when I finally drove home. And, as always, got to enjoy good fodd & good company.
We met up around 6:30 and got a table very quickly. I was shocked because anything in the Westbury area anytime after 5 pm is nuts & has a wait.
We had so much to catch up on, even though I had seen her the week before. We decided to split an appetizer of flautas & a santa fe pizza. We were so busy talking & about 25 minutes later, the pizza arrives. We looked at eachother & the woman dropping off the meal & said "Umm....we ordered appetizers too". She said "Oh, okay". With that, a manager came over and said "Oh! You ordered an appetizer and your pizza came out first? Sometimes that happens in the kitchen. Some things cook faster than others." Yeah. Right. The main course always arrives before the appetizer.
Our waiter showed up five minutes later with the flautas and said "So sorry. They're on the house." Mmmmmmmmm................they were so good & tasted even better because now we didn't have to pay for them! Yippee!
We left there close to 8 and headed to the Source to check out the sales, buy a cd or two, and see the almost complete Christmas display at Fortunoff. I LOVE their decorations each year & enjoy just strolling through the trees, ornaments, and lawn decor. It's so peaceful & gets me ready for the madness that is soon to ensue.
We finished up our evening with Starbucks and talked more. My jaw was so tired when I finally drove home. And, as always, got to enjoy good fodd & good company.
A Long Time Passing
Crak asked me on the phone tonight when was I posting again. I have emails from some people, too, saying they haven't seen anything & wondered if I dropped off the face of the Earth or something. I love it when people email me instead of posting a comment. It's too cute.
The next few posts will be to catch up myself, this site, and those who are curious. Ah~~~gotta love a Saturday night filled with nothing but posting stuff on the net!
The next few posts will be to catch up myself, this site, and those who are curious. Ah~~~gotta love a Saturday night filled with nothing but posting stuff on the net!
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Playing With Fire
The Greek & I have been texting back & forth for a month now. He's been wanting to get together to "hook up". Umm......I'm not that kind of woman. But, the flirting is fun. So we continue it. We were going to meet up after Crak & I were done at Sweeney's on Friday night. I got there at 10:55 & he was to be there at 11:00. I waited til 11:10/15 and took off. He calls at 11:35 and begs me to come out. I said no.
That was the end of it for Friday.
But, I get a call Saturday to hang out. I stated "We're hanging out. That's it. Right?" He said "Sure". I have been dying for a good make-out session & when he pushed the issue of hooking up, I said this was my limit.
I should back up a bit & point out that with the flirting texts, we had two real conversations on the phone & he said --in very clear terms-- if anything happnes between us, it's just for that time. There is no relatiohship to come of this. No dating/boyfriend-girlfriend/future labels. I said great because his family & lifestyle are not for me.
Well, we met up for a drink & appetizer last night. He was very sweet. Very flirty. Very touchy-feely. I asked him if he was okay. He said "Better than okay". He told me he was so happy we were hanging out. He was so happy to see me. He kept staring at my eyes & telling me how he never forgot how looking into them made him feel.
Ummmmmm................what happened to just hanging out? No feelings? Just fun?
We were talking on & on & all-of-a-sudden he was quiet. So I finished chewing, sipped my yummy Bacardi Raspberry & Sprite and turned to look at him. Which is when he leaned in and kissed me. ?!?!? Ummm.......not just a random kiss. Like those movie-kisses. Soft, sweet, and with something behind it. Oh darn. Here it goes.
We finished up & he walked me......holding me the whole way......to my car. He opened the door for me & then kissed me again. Well, I wanted to kiss someone(anyone who is good at it) for awhile.......so I told him to get in.
We sat & chatted & kissed. He asked me why do I want to even see him after the past we have. I told him that we've had some pretty good conversations in the last few months, so why not go out for a good time, good drinks, and a few laughs? Life's too short to not enjoy, right?
He turned on the radio. I had my Nickelback cd in. I am addicted to their "Far Away" song & before I could explain why it was on repeat, he said "I love this song. It makes me think of you. Listen to it. Closely. And then call me tomorrow to talk." With that, he kissed me again & got out of the car.
What? I know the words. "Far away for far too long. I love you. I've loved you all along. I've missed you. Been far away for far too long."
So, you tell me.
That was the end of it for Friday.
But, I get a call Saturday to hang out. I stated "We're hanging out. That's it. Right?" He said "Sure". I have been dying for a good make-out session & when he pushed the issue of hooking up, I said this was my limit.
I should back up a bit & point out that with the flirting texts, we had two real conversations on the phone & he said --in very clear terms-- if anything happnes between us, it's just for that time. There is no relatiohship to come of this. No dating/boyfriend-girlfriend/future labels. I said great because his family & lifestyle are not for me.
Well, we met up for a drink & appetizer last night. He was very sweet. Very flirty. Very touchy-feely. I asked him if he was okay. He said "Better than okay". He told me he was so happy we were hanging out. He was so happy to see me. He kept staring at my eyes & telling me how he never forgot how looking into them made him feel.
Ummmmmm................what happened to just hanging out? No feelings? Just fun?
We were talking on & on & all-of-a-sudden he was quiet. So I finished chewing, sipped my yummy Bacardi Raspberry & Sprite and turned to look at him. Which is when he leaned in and kissed me. ?!?!? Ummm.......not just a random kiss. Like those movie-kisses. Soft, sweet, and with something behind it. Oh darn. Here it goes.
We finished up & he walked me......holding me the whole way......to my car. He opened the door for me & then kissed me again. Well, I wanted to kiss someone(anyone who is good at it) for awhile.......so I told him to get in.
We sat & chatted & kissed. He asked me why do I want to even see him after the past we have. I told him that we've had some pretty good conversations in the last few months, so why not go out for a good time, good drinks, and a few laughs? Life's too short to not enjoy, right?
He turned on the radio. I had my Nickelback cd in. I am addicted to their "Far Away" song & before I could explain why it was on repeat, he said "I love this song. It makes me think of you. Listen to it. Closely. And then call me tomorrow to talk." With that, he kissed me again & got out of the car.
What? I know the words. "Far away for far too long. I love you. I've loved you all along. I've missed you. Been far away for far too long."
So, you tell me.
Crak Left Me The BEST Voicemail Ever!
It went like this:
(in a totally straight voice...I am not sure how she did it): "Mel peeed on George's couch. Call me back."
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Did I hear her correctly? I couldn't try to listen to it again because I had already doubled over laughing at just the thought of hearing this.
The president of our company had a barbeque at his house on Friday from 4-12. I didn't go because he & I are on-the-outs. I was not about to be hypocritical & go so I stayed home from it. Crak & I had plans to meet up afterwards. She attended from 5:30ish -7:30ish. We then grabbed barstools at Sweeneys & she told me all about the party. Pretty uneventful.
Until she went to work Saturday morning. Where she heard about all of the action that took place after she had left. The head of human resources was pretty drunk when she saw him earlier in the evening. It turns out he was so wasted that he had to relax on the couch & --it seems that-- he was not coherent enough to realize he had to use the bathroom. So when he "came to" he was all wet. EWWW!!!!! He then went into the bathroom, where people became concerned because he was spending too much time in there. A couple of people found out what he did & tried to help him out to a car to drive him home. The story spread like wildfire & a lone person did not hear it. For when HR came out this person yelled "Why are your pants wet?" To which another voice responded "He peed! He peed!" I was dying by this point in the story.
Oh but it doesn't end there. The president's secretary was there......drunk....and asking people if they wanted to smoke marijuana with her. She had it in her purse. At the president's home. The person relaying the story to Crak swears that when she left the secretary & three others were out there smoking away....and it didn't smell like nicotine. Hmmmmm...........and someone jokingly (sort of) asked the prez. if he'd be looking for a new secretary on Monday.
What is it with people? This is a work function! At the prez.'s home! I never can understand how people can get drunk at work functions. Or smoke pot at them either. And who will he send these people to on Monday? Isn't this the kind of thing that you'd send people to the HR guy for? But, it WAS the HR guy who wet the couch!
I keep hearing two Seinfeld episodes in my head: "Poppie & JErry's couch" & the one where George goes to the cabin for the weekend with Susan & leaves his car in the Yankees parking lot & Steinbrenner thinks he's dead & Frank Costanza leaves the message "Jerry. It's Frank. Steinbrenner's here. George is dead. Call me back."
I can't wait for Monday!
(in a totally straight voice...I am not sure how she did it): "Mel peeed on George's couch. Call me back."
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Did I hear her correctly? I couldn't try to listen to it again because I had already doubled over laughing at just the thought of hearing this.
The president of our company had a barbeque at his house on Friday from 4-12. I didn't go because he & I are on-the-outs. I was not about to be hypocritical & go so I stayed home from it. Crak & I had plans to meet up afterwards. She attended from 5:30ish -7:30ish. We then grabbed barstools at Sweeneys & she told me all about the party. Pretty uneventful.
Until she went to work Saturday morning. Where she heard about all of the action that took place after she had left. The head of human resources was pretty drunk when she saw him earlier in the evening. It turns out he was so wasted that he had to relax on the couch & --it seems that-- he was not coherent enough to realize he had to use the bathroom. So when he "came to" he was all wet. EWWW!!!!! He then went into the bathroom, where people became concerned because he was spending too much time in there. A couple of people found out what he did & tried to help him out to a car to drive him home. The story spread like wildfire & a lone person did not hear it. For when HR came out this person yelled "Why are your pants wet?" To which another voice responded "He peed! He peed!" I was dying by this point in the story.
Oh but it doesn't end there. The president's secretary was there......drunk....and asking people if they wanted to smoke marijuana with her. She had it in her purse. At the president's home. The person relaying the story to Crak swears that when she left the secretary & three others were out there smoking away....and it didn't smell like nicotine. Hmmmmm...........and someone jokingly (sort of) asked the prez. if he'd be looking for a new secretary on Monday.
What is it with people? This is a work function! At the prez.'s home! I never can understand how people can get drunk at work functions. Or smoke pot at them either. And who will he send these people to on Monday? Isn't this the kind of thing that you'd send people to the HR guy for? But, it WAS the HR guy who wet the couch!
I keep hearing two Seinfeld episodes in my head: "Poppie & JErry's couch" & the one where George goes to the cabin for the weekend with Susan & leaves his car in the Yankees parking lot & Steinbrenner thinks he's dead & Frank Costanza leaves the message "Jerry. It's Frank. Steinbrenner's here. George is dead. Call me back."
I can't wait for Monday!
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