The Weekend Recap
Friday
Carla's party was great! They brought in blackjack and roulette tables, with dealers, a bartender (who, despite just having a baby, was rather yummy), and a karaoke machine. The liquor flowed, the food was excellent, lots of great conversation, and just a ton of fun. Got to meet the Carolina Hurricane's coach, Peter Laviolette, and his wife Kristen (sorry, don't have a link for her)....ended up playing Texas Hold 'Em with him for a while....great guy and just made me a bigger Hurricanes fan. Chatted with Kelly for awhile...poor thing...her boyfriend is essentially a fucktard. He apparently never goes anywhere with her unless its just them going out, and Friday night, he cancelled on her at the last minute because he was "tired". So, gave her some of my sage-like wisdom...whether she listens, well, that's up to her. Anywho, I'm pretty damn sure that I have some sort of internal switch that flips after like two drinks that makes me gravitate toward the microphone when karaoke is available. I just had to sing Summer Nights from Grease with Carla's friend Lori (um...yum!) and Love Shack with Coach's wife, Kristen. Ended up leaving early because I had to get up for my 5k.
Saturday
4:30am came early. Who the fuck scheduled the 5k the day after my sister's birthday bash!??! Anyway, the race was a blast. Finished 54 out of 231, 23:39, with a 7:37 mile. So let me just say, for my first 5k, I kicked ass. I'll start looking for the next one soon, maybe target November. Ms. Long Legs came out to cheer me on...more on that later.
Fucking Tar Heels. Redeem yourselves and beat Wisconsin next week.
So, let me just say that Coldplay is fantastic in concert. These guys are true professionals, great musicians, excellent entertainers, all while maintaining a genuine humility. Seats were fan-freaking-tastic (shout out to the ex! ...thanks MZ!) ...in fact, during the last song, Chris Martin came out in the crowd and we were like 5 feet away from him. Pops really enjoyed the concert...I really enjoyed the scenery...especially who we'll affectionately refer to as The Advertising Chick. I'll definitely be using that number...and honestly, how ripe with irony is it that these tickets were a gift from the ex, and I end up meeting a hottie? At the very least, it was a great equalizer to those fuckers playing Fix You and making me all sad and shit. Still, all-together, a great time.
Sunday
Date with Ms. Long Legs...lunch and a trip to the NC Museum of Art. Break things off afterwards. Fun day! I wasn't planning on doing it, but she asked me if anything was wrong, told me I seemed distant, so we had the chemistry discussion. She was really cool about it, as I expected her to be, which made things easier. Still, I get home, and there's an email from her waiting in my inbox....*sigh*....sweet girl.
Packed some last night. More packing tonight. More the next night. Etcetera.
Bottomline, pretty damn decent weekend. Stay tuned for more adventures...
Carla's party was great! They brought in blackjack and roulette tables, with dealers, a bartender (who, despite just having a baby, was rather yummy), and a karaoke machine. The liquor flowed, the food was excellent, lots of great conversation, and just a ton of fun. Got to meet the Carolina Hurricane's coach, Peter Laviolette, and his wife Kristen (sorry, don't have a link for her)....ended up playing Texas Hold 'Em with him for a while....great guy and just made me a bigger Hurricanes fan. Chatted with Kelly for awhile...poor thing...her boyfriend is essentially a fucktard. He apparently never goes anywhere with her unless its just them going out, and Friday night, he cancelled on her at the last minute because he was "tired". So, gave her some of my sage-like wisdom...whether she listens, well, that's up to her. Anywho, I'm pretty damn sure that I have some sort of internal switch that flips after like two drinks that makes me gravitate toward the microphone when karaoke is available. I just had to sing Summer Nights from Grease with Carla's friend Lori (um...yum!) and Love Shack with Coach's wife, Kristen. Ended up leaving early because I had to get up for my 5k.
Saturday
4:30am came early. Who the fuck scheduled the 5k the day after my sister's birthday bash!??! Anyway, the race was a blast. Finished 54 out of 231, 23:39, with a 7:37 mile. So let me just say, for my first 5k, I kicked ass. I'll start looking for the next one soon, maybe target November. Ms. Long Legs came out to cheer me on...more on that later.
Fucking Tar Heels. Redeem yourselves and beat Wisconsin next week.
So, let me just say that Coldplay is fantastic in concert. These guys are true professionals, great musicians, excellent entertainers, all while maintaining a genuine humility. Seats were fan-freaking-tastic (shout out to the ex! ...thanks MZ!) ...in fact, during the last song, Chris Martin came out in the crowd and we were like 5 feet away from him. Pops really enjoyed the concert...I really enjoyed the scenery...especially who we'll affectionately refer to as The Advertising Chick. I'll definitely be using that number...and honestly, how ripe with irony is it that these tickets were a gift from the ex, and I end up meeting a hottie? At the very least, it was a great equalizer to those fuckers playing Fix You and making me all sad and shit. Still, all-together, a great time.
Sunday
Date with Ms. Long Legs...lunch and a trip to the NC Museum of Art. Break things off afterwards. Fun day! I wasn't planning on doing it, but she asked me if anything was wrong, told me I seemed distant, so we had the chemistry discussion. She was really cool about it, as I expected her to be, which made things easier. Still, I get home, and there's an email from her waiting in my inbox....*sigh*....sweet girl.
Packed some last night. More packing tonight. More the next night. Etcetera.
Bottomline, pretty damn decent weekend. Stay tuned for more adventures...
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