The Weekend Recap 12.12.05
Friday
You know, one of my favorite things in life has become Early Happy Hour™ on Friday's with Steve America. We chat about sports, women, beer, food, women, babies, puppies, and women. This particular Early Happy Hour™, Steve announced his candidacy for Governer. All you North Mexilinians be sure to get to the polls next November! Also, checks can be made payable to the America for Governer Campaign Fund, however, we prefer cash money.
Anyway, Steve and I down many beers and we wrap up around 9ish. I head back to let the Puppy Bear out of her condo, and then drive over to one of the local Irish pubs, where Diane Mandy is working. I had told her earlier that I would stop in for a drink, and I'm a man of my word.
I arrive and Diane greets me, then introduces me to her friends. I find out they work with her. Which also means they work at the same company my ex-wife works for. Its an afterthought really, but I feel like one of those Seven Degrees of Kevin Bacon moments is just waiting to happen. We all chat a little, and Diane goes back to work, checking on us occasionally. Her friends are really great and easy to talk to, however, I have a hard time taking my eyes off of Diane whenever she visits the table.
So I'm going to pause here to monologue for a moment. I've made it apparent to my blog readers and to Diane herself that I think she is very attractive. However, I have sworn off any sort of pursuit of her right now. There are dynamics in the situation that lend themselves to my non-pursuit. Her current involvement with someone is high on the list. The fact that she is a fellow blogger and oft-times reader of The Brain Dump is farther down on the list, but still of note. That said, I will not change my outpouring of inane ramblings, or find myself filtering my thoughts. She understands that.
Now, all that aside, I still find myself thinking not so nice thoughts when she's around, and the beer makes it that much more difficult to control myself. Things are said, a touch here or there, but I make it through the night with my oath, and my reticence, intact. Much to my dichotomous chagrin and gratification. I think I'm destined to be conflicted.
On the drive home, I go through a DWI checkpoint. Fun!
Saturday
Woof. I feel like ass, and I didn't even have all that much to drink. I sure as shit didn't feel like having my face licked at 7:30am by puppy tongue.
I attempt to do some Christmas shopping. Three people were seriously wounded by me in the parking lot of Best Buy because the mob-like conditions warranted the action (ie. they looked at me funny, and I was in no mood to be trifled with). I vow never to go Christmas shopping in the month of December on a weekend day.
Upon returning from my day of shopping hell, I decide that a Dude Night™ is in order. Take-out sushi, Guinness, and two movies. The first movie is The Dukes of Hazzard. Unless you only want to see Jessica Simpson looking hot in her 15 minute cameo, don't bother renting this masterpiece of modern cinema. I honestly thought the teaming of Seann William Scott and Johnny Knoxville would be hilarious, but it was pretty fucking ho-hum. The next movie was considerably better. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the film that spawned the now infamous Aniston-Pitt-Jolie scandalous affair rumors and subsequent divorce, was entertaining. Funny with enough action scenes to satiate my desire for mayhem. Of course, I'm certain that I sprang a woody every time that Jolie made an appearance onscreen, so that helped.
Sunday
I'm due for another Slice of Heaven Sunday™. I haven't had one in awhile.
You know, sometimes one has the best intentions of doing something highly productive, like go for a nice, long run, only to have those plans change at the last minute. Mere moments before I'm about to change to run, Mom calls. New car, come over, ride with me to Target. I hadn't seen the parents in awhile, so I figured, what the hell.
Errands were run and the rest of the evening was spent cleaning and working through some emails. I did watch Grey's Anatomy, which again was good. After the show ended, I half-expected FOF to text me, but the phone was silent. With that thought, I continued to wonder if I had made a mistake, or if I should give her another chance. I wondered again if I was even ready for anything more than a casual thing. Since I was tired and my brain hurt, the decision was made to think about it at another time.
You know, one of my favorite things in life has become Early Happy Hour™ on Friday's with Steve America. We chat about sports, women, beer, food, women, babies, puppies, and women. This particular Early Happy Hour™, Steve announced his candidacy for Governer. All you North Mexilinians be sure to get to the polls next November! Also, checks can be made payable to the America for Governer Campaign Fund, however, we prefer cash money.
Anyway, Steve and I down many beers and we wrap up around 9ish. I head back to let the Puppy Bear out of her condo, and then drive over to one of the local Irish pubs, where Diane Mandy is working. I had told her earlier that I would stop in for a drink, and I'm a man of my word.
I arrive and Diane greets me, then introduces me to her friends. I find out they work with her. Which also means they work at the same company my ex-wife works for. Its an afterthought really, but I feel like one of those Seven Degrees of Kevin Bacon moments is just waiting to happen. We all chat a little, and Diane goes back to work, checking on us occasionally. Her friends are really great and easy to talk to, however, I have a hard time taking my eyes off of Diane whenever she visits the table.
So I'm going to pause here to monologue for a moment. I've made it apparent to my blog readers and to Diane herself that I think she is very attractive. However, I have sworn off any sort of pursuit of her right now. There are dynamics in the situation that lend themselves to my non-pursuit. Her current involvement with someone is high on the list. The fact that she is a fellow blogger and oft-times reader of The Brain Dump is farther down on the list, but still of note. That said, I will not change my outpouring of inane ramblings, or find myself filtering my thoughts. She understands that.
Now, all that aside, I still find myself thinking not so nice thoughts when she's around, and the beer makes it that much more difficult to control myself. Things are said, a touch here or there, but I make it through the night with my oath, and my reticence, intact. Much to my dichotomous chagrin and gratification. I think I'm destined to be conflicted.
On the drive home, I go through a DWI checkpoint. Fun!
Saturday
Woof. I feel like ass, and I didn't even have all that much to drink. I sure as shit didn't feel like having my face licked at 7:30am by puppy tongue.
I attempt to do some Christmas shopping. Three people were seriously wounded by me in the parking lot of Best Buy because the mob-like conditions warranted the action (ie. they looked at me funny, and I was in no mood to be trifled with). I vow never to go Christmas shopping in the month of December on a weekend day.
Upon returning from my day of shopping hell, I decide that a Dude Night™ is in order. Take-out sushi, Guinness, and two movies. The first movie is The Dukes of Hazzard. Unless you only want to see Jessica Simpson looking hot in her 15 minute cameo, don't bother renting this masterpiece of modern cinema. I honestly thought the teaming of Seann William Scott and Johnny Knoxville would be hilarious, but it was pretty fucking ho-hum. The next movie was considerably better. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the film that spawned the now infamous Aniston-Pitt-Jolie scandalous affair rumors and subsequent divorce, was entertaining. Funny with enough action scenes to satiate my desire for mayhem. Of course, I'm certain that I sprang a woody every time that Jolie made an appearance onscreen, so that helped.
Sunday
I'm due for another Slice of Heaven Sunday™. I haven't had one in awhile.
You know, sometimes one has the best intentions of doing something highly productive, like go for a nice, long run, only to have those plans change at the last minute. Mere moments before I'm about to change to run, Mom calls. New car, come over, ride with me to Target. I hadn't seen the parents in awhile, so I figured, what the hell.
Errands were run and the rest of the evening was spent cleaning and working through some emails. I did watch Grey's Anatomy, which again was good. After the show ended, I half-expected FOF to text me, but the phone was silent. With that thought, I continued to wonder if I had made a mistake, or if I should give her another chance. I wondered again if I was even ready for anything more than a casual thing. Since I was tired and my brain hurt, the decision was made to think about it at another time.
3 Comments:
there are some circumstances that are out of your control.accept it, but don't be so quick to settle for the "destined to be conflicted" mantra.
why oh why would you waste blockbuster money on Dukes of Hazzard??? There are better movies to rent - have you seen Layer Cake?
Ditto comment above. Some things in life just "happen" (even though unexected) and you kind of have to roll with it ...
VP, that's probably good advice. I'm sometimes too quick on the draw when it comes to the woe is me attitude in dating. To your question, no, I haven't seen Layer Cake. I'm assuming you're recommending, so I may have to check that out at my neighborhood Blockbuster.
Stolie, as of now, I'm just rolling with the punches. Who cares if a get a few teeth knocked out ;)
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