KDP, Crak & I scored tickets to the TONY Rooftop party for July. We found ourselves at the Library Hotel in their new, soon-to-be-opened Bookmarks Bar & Lounge. Are we so now or what? We enjoyed drinks of all sorts, talked with Pretty Bird & her friend, had some snacky thing from Harry & David, and laughed a lot.
Then it happened. We had to go to the ladies' room & the facilities are for one only. Great! Free, overflowing alcohol & one restroom? What are men thinking when they design things? It was so bad of a wait for some that they attempted to use the mens' room. The guys couldn't believe that our facility was only for use by one at a time. Their's could actually have two in there. It was so intriguing, apparently, that they had to look in to our's while they held the door open so we could see their's. Even better, their facility had "art work" in it. Ours? Nothing. For ten minutes, this conversation was the phenomenon of the 15th floor and the eight of us involved.
We decided it was time to leave & snagged our goody bags. Which were not complete. Some were mens, some were womens, and some did not have all of the 'goodies' that others did. KDP got a men's bag...we know this from the free bottle of Curve for Men that she had. She tried to change it but the guy handing out bags said no. So we griped about it in the elevator ride on the way out & a woman in there told KDP she works for TONY and if KDP gave her the address, she'd mail her a bottle of the women's perfume. Nice! (Side note: it arrived four days later)
As we exited the elevator, two guys were chiming in on this conversation (see what free alcohol will do for people?) and they were handing all of us sticks of gum. They asked if we'd be at the Delancy in August & we said we'd try to get tickets (which Crak did) and that they hope to see us there!
So nice to have faces I can't remember to look forward to seeing.
Monday, August 06, 2007
So So Stupid
I was supposed to teach three classes during the first summer session. That didn't happen & one was cancelled. I decided I had to make up the money & requested a class for the second session. Something inside of me was nagging me not to do it, but I figured money is money & I am in need, so I'd do it. Oh if I had remembered that the fall semester at one of my schools BEGINS the same day my summer session two ends. I thought I still had a week's vacation. Nope. I got nothing. Drat. See what happnes when you have no money & become greedy? I should have just stayed broke.
Aloha & Mahalo for your patience
Hawaii was everything everyone has ever said it would be. Fab. U. Lous. Crak & I left on the 28th of June & enjoyed our eight days of paradise to the fullest extent. The first three & 1/2 days were spent on Oahu across from the famous Waikiki Beach. Gorgeous! Our hotel was a real hotel. True double beds. Spacious living. Real breakfast & a staff so nice & courteous that I didn't want to leave them behind.
On Oahu, we enjoyed mexican food at La Cucaracha, drinks at the infamous Dukes, strolled in the sand on the beach, hiked Diamond Head, went to the Ala Moana mall (which is the most stunning mall I have been to), went to the USS Arizona Memorial, ate pineapple and got lost in a maze at Dole Plantation, went to an all-day cultural center with "Cousin" Gandhi (who enjoys perverted jokes & comments way too much), shopped a bit too much, and saw some of my favorite art ever.
We hopped on Aloha Airlines (enjoying guava juice while in air) to The Big Island and stayed in Kona. On this island, we toured the downtown area, drove to the southern most point, the Black Sand Beach, saw volcanos, ate some macadamia nuts at the Mauna Loa plant, had delicious coconut-macadamia nut icecream, tried shrimp quesadillas (fantastic!), had a Blue Hawaii out of a bittle lottle, saw manta rays feeding, went to the sacred grounds, tried to find a statue of Captain Cook (never did find it), visited a number of coffee bean plantations, celebrated the 4th with a cute litte (yet tacky) parade & saw fireworks on the Kona shores.
Oh we did it all (and more!) than any gals could do in the limited time we had. I know. Eight days does not sound like a limit, but it was. I cried when we left & have been trying ever since to justify going back there as soon as possible. Anyone want to give me money?
On Oahu, we enjoyed mexican food at La Cucaracha, drinks at the infamous Dukes, strolled in the sand on the beach, hiked Diamond Head, went to the Ala Moana mall (which is the most stunning mall I have been to), went to the USS Arizona Memorial, ate pineapple and got lost in a maze at Dole Plantation, went to an all-day cultural center with "Cousin" Gandhi (who enjoys perverted jokes & comments way too much), shopped a bit too much, and saw some of my favorite art ever.
We hopped on Aloha Airlines (enjoying guava juice while in air) to The Big Island and stayed in Kona. On this island, we toured the downtown area, drove to the southern most point, the Black Sand Beach, saw volcanos, ate some macadamia nuts at the Mauna Loa plant, had delicious coconut-macadamia nut icecream, tried shrimp quesadillas (fantastic!), had a Blue Hawaii out of a bittle lottle, saw manta rays feeding, went to the sacred grounds, tried to find a statue of Captain Cook (never did find it), visited a number of coffee bean plantations, celebrated the 4th with a cute litte (yet tacky) parade & saw fireworks on the Kona shores.
Oh we did it all (and more!) than any gals could do in the limited time we had. I know. Eight days does not sound like a limit, but it was. I cried when we left & have been trying ever since to justify going back there as soon as possible. Anyone want to give me money?
So It's Been Awhile
I realize that is has been over a month since I last posted and I feel bad about that. It was unavoidable, though. So now I will play catch-up & fill in the missing blanks. Hold on tight & be ready for some swift reading.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Your 'Good Intentions Are The Same As Sending Me Daisies Through The Phone
I talked to Cowboy on Sunday. He said he'd call me on Monday at 8pm my time. I expected him to call. Why? Because I expect people to call when they say they will. He didn't call. Whatever.
He called tonight at 8pm my time. I answered. He said he was sorry about yesterday and not calling me. I said that it was fine. He said "No. I really feel bad." I pointed out that he couldn't feel too bad since he didn't call. He said he stayed home sick with a violent migraine. I understand those, as I have suffered from some. I said he could have texted me but he didn't. Therefore, I do not think he feels that bad. He said he didn't want me to be mad & he knew I was. Umm. Nope.
He said I could have called him. I told him I was not mad and that I would not have called since I was going off of his directive. And I pointed out that I am not his girlfriend. Maybe I would have called him if I was his girlfriend, but even then its debatable. I pointed out that I amnot his ex either, and that she may have called....well she would have called five times.......but that's not me.
He said he had the best intentions of calling. I said he could have sent me daisies through the phone because its the same thing. Crak knows what that means. But, to explain it, it goes something like this: A coworker was involved with a guy. It was her birthday. Her favorite flower is the daisy. He could have sent her a birthday card with a daisy on it. He could have sent her real daisies. But because he was cheap, thoughtless, and spending the money on pot, he called & said "This is me sending you daisies through the phone". She thought it was sweet. I thought it was the cheapskate's way out. Loser. And Cowboy knew this.
Bottom line is when you say you are going to call, don't have 'good intentions', don't say you wish you had. Just call. And if you are not well enough to call, text me that you can't talk & I will call you the next day to see how you are feeling.
Keep your friggin' daisies.
He called tonight at 8pm my time. I answered. He said he was sorry about yesterday and not calling me. I said that it was fine. He said "No. I really feel bad." I pointed out that he couldn't feel too bad since he didn't call. He said he stayed home sick with a violent migraine. I understand those, as I have suffered from some. I said he could have texted me but he didn't. Therefore, I do not think he feels that bad. He said he didn't want me to be mad & he knew I was. Umm. Nope.
He said I could have called him. I told him I was not mad and that I would not have called since I was going off of his directive. And I pointed out that I am not his girlfriend. Maybe I would have called him if I was his girlfriend, but even then its debatable. I pointed out that I amnot his ex either, and that she may have called....well she would have called five times.......but that's not me.
He said he had the best intentions of calling. I said he could have sent me daisies through the phone because its the same thing. Crak knows what that means. But, to explain it, it goes something like this: A coworker was involved with a guy. It was her birthday. Her favorite flower is the daisy. He could have sent her a birthday card with a daisy on it. He could have sent her real daisies. But because he was cheap, thoughtless, and spending the money on pot, he called & said "This is me sending you daisies through the phone". She thought it was sweet. I thought it was the cheapskate's way out. Loser. And Cowboy knew this.
Bottom line is when you say you are going to call, don't have 'good intentions', don't say you wish you had. Just call. And if you are not well enough to call, text me that you can't talk & I will call you the next day to see how you are feeling.
Keep your friggin' daisies.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Going 'Public'
Friday night found KDP, Crak, and me in the city. We were headed to Public House, to see what all of the fuss was about. After 1 & 1/2 hrs of transit, we entered the dark establishment. It was pretty empty at 9pm when we arrived, yet filled in quick with many men. All looked as if it held for a promising evening.
We ordered from their specialty menu. I ended up having a Cherry Margarita. I am not a margarita fan (its the lime tang that I don't like) and it was strong! It took me forever to finish it. Crak had called the Werewolf Hair-like guy, Karate Hottie, and Joemayo to come out & join us. I don't see the werewolf hair reference at all. Karate Hottie was cute, in his own stressed-from-studying way, and Mayo was Mayo. All nice, all cramping our style from meeting new men, and all with hands stamped with a blue star that gave them access to open bar for an hour. Huh? We didn't get our hands stamped. Why? Why didn't they stamp our hands?
I made Mayo get me a free drink, which he was reluctant to do. I'm not sure why, since he wasn't paying for it. He bailed around 11ish.
KDP & I braved the crowd twice to get to the ladies' room. It was the largest, cleanest, and nicest one I've ever seen in a bar/restaurant. Extra stars for that, Crak!
We left Public House at 12:10 to try & make a 1:04. Crak was staying in the city to 'mack it' with the Karate Hottie and KDP & I began the 'beat-the-clock' trek home. The shuttle was no longer running, so we had to grab the 7 train. Which, ofcourse, just pulled out of the station as we got to the bottom of the escalator. Drat! Would we make it to Times Square in time for the 1 or 2 train to get to Penn? Just barely. The same thing happened in TS. We ran down the steps & missed the fast-moving 1 train. We paced, watched a woman take a picture of a rat on the tracks, and paced some more. The 2 came in and we got on. And it literally crawled to the 34th St. station. We ran off of that one and into Penn to find our train was on the track and doing a 'last call' thing. We made it on with 2 minutes to spare. Yup. Fifty minutes of subway time to get to Penn. This is insane.
We rode to Jamaica together & KDP got off to catch the Long Beach line. I called Cowboy to keep me company because there were quite a few loud, drunk men working their way up & down the car.
I was about two minutes from Hicksville when I got up to wait in the open section by the doors. I was standing there, by myself in the open area, when a drunk couple came up to wait as well. The stupid man lost his balance and took a HUGE step back. And onto my leg. He was trying to put his foot down again for balance & missed and ripped open my skin along the way. He glances over & says "Um. Sorry" and the girl looks and says "Whatever". OMG!
Needless to say, I have a BIG bruise on my leg & its been throbbing ever since. My train let me off at 2:15 & by the time I walked to my car and drove home, it was 2:30 when the keys entered the lock. Four hours of commuting. It wore me out. I think I am going to stay out of the city for a bit & do more of my partying out here where I can make my own schedule & commuting 45 minutes will always be better than trains & subways.
We ordered from their specialty menu. I ended up having a Cherry Margarita. I am not a margarita fan (its the lime tang that I don't like) and it was strong! It took me forever to finish it. Crak had called the Werewolf Hair-like guy, Karate Hottie, and Joemayo to come out & join us. I don't see the werewolf hair reference at all. Karate Hottie was cute, in his own stressed-from-studying way, and Mayo was Mayo. All nice, all cramping our style from meeting new men, and all with hands stamped with a blue star that gave them access to open bar for an hour. Huh? We didn't get our hands stamped. Why? Why didn't they stamp our hands?
I made Mayo get me a free drink, which he was reluctant to do. I'm not sure why, since he wasn't paying for it. He bailed around 11ish.
KDP & I braved the crowd twice to get to the ladies' room. It was the largest, cleanest, and nicest one I've ever seen in a bar/restaurant. Extra stars for that, Crak!
We left Public House at 12:10 to try & make a 1:04. Crak was staying in the city to 'mack it' with the Karate Hottie and KDP & I began the 'beat-the-clock' trek home. The shuttle was no longer running, so we had to grab the 7 train. Which, ofcourse, just pulled out of the station as we got to the bottom of the escalator. Drat! Would we make it to Times Square in time for the 1 or 2 train to get to Penn? Just barely. The same thing happened in TS. We ran down the steps & missed the fast-moving 1 train. We paced, watched a woman take a picture of a rat on the tracks, and paced some more. The 2 came in and we got on. And it literally crawled to the 34th St. station. We ran off of that one and into Penn to find our train was on the track and doing a 'last call' thing. We made it on with 2 minutes to spare. Yup. Fifty minutes of subway time to get to Penn. This is insane.
We rode to Jamaica together & KDP got off to catch the Long Beach line. I called Cowboy to keep me company because there were quite a few loud, drunk men working their way up & down the car.
I was about two minutes from Hicksville when I got up to wait in the open section by the doors. I was standing there, by myself in the open area, when a drunk couple came up to wait as well. The stupid man lost his balance and took a HUGE step back. And onto my leg. He was trying to put his foot down again for balance & missed and ripped open my skin along the way. He glances over & says "Um. Sorry" and the girl looks and says "Whatever". OMG!
Needless to say, I have a BIG bruise on my leg & its been throbbing ever since. My train let me off at 2:15 & by the time I walked to my car and drove home, it was 2:30 when the keys entered the lock. Four hours of commuting. It wore me out. I think I am going to stay out of the city for a bit & do more of my partying out here where I can make my own schedule & commuting 45 minutes will always be better than trains & subways.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Craving A Celebrity Status...............or...........All Of The Little Things To Make One Feel Special
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!
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!
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