Who needs sleep during the week?

I honestly don't have much to say. Well that's at least how I feel when I start all of these posts, and then somehow I end up with an absurd amount of words filling up my little e-page and I'm flabberghasted at how long-winded I am. (Run-on sentences are proof of said windedness.)

I'm pretty sure I'm just going to end up writing random facts about myself, but I guess I will tell you about my Tuesday and Wednesday, since somehow I didn't update yesterday. This might be because I had to spend a lot of time checking on blogs after my brief hiatus from the e-world.

I wish I could tell you that Tuesday was glorious, but in all honesty, I have NO idea what I did on Tuesday. I don't think I went right home, but at the same time I can only remember....oh that's right, I went to the gym. The fucking gym.

Now I've spoken about my love/hate relationship with the gym before. Well I was completely wiped out from Monday night's shenanigans, but after a lot of coaxing and motivating "you can do it"'s from Mo, well...I ended up at the gym.

When I got there, total body conditioning was going on and I missed it. When I left, Zumba was going on, and I avoided it like the plague that Zumba is. I know some of you love that shit, and I probably would too if, when I was sober, I didn't have the rhythm and coordination of a big-footed middle aged white man. I cannot Zumba. I cannot latin dance. Screw Shakira, my hips lie, all the damn time. Because when you see these hips, obviously meant for baby-bearing thanks to long lines of baby bearers in my history, you will probably be tricked into thinking they can swivel in the correct direction. The correct direction being the direction I, the bearer of said hips, am willing them to go. If you though this, you would be sorely mistaken. I am always two steps behind the Zumba instructor. I can't even keep up with the middle-aged women with absolutely no figure whatsoever, somehow managing to go 1, 2, chachacha-ing all over the gym with ease.

Fuck you rhythm having people. Fuck you all. I need a damn drink if I plan on even attempting Zumba or the likes. Because when I drink, I don't care, and my body gets so loose that my hips fling all over the place and I'll be damned if that's not what Zumba is all about.

Obviously, I'm as jacked as this guy here.

Phew, now that that little rant is out of the way. I did my typical 40 minutes of cardio, because I'm a lazy piece when I get to the gym and can only manage to drag myself onto a machine to watch TV. Then I looked around for the leg press. I had a really nice burn from leg presses last week, and that showed me I was actually doing something. And although I've recently been using the phrase "these thunder thighs make it rain," lately, I would prefer if the lower half of my body did not cause any meteorological changes. I actually quite like the sun and am not so fond of rain - especially when I have somewhere to go.

So I went on the hunt for the simple leg press. I just wanted to sit and push the panel with my legs, that's all. Obviously this was too much to ask. After aimlessly walking around the gym (yes I'm one of those people), well maybe not aimlessly because I was really trying to find this damn machine, I ended up on a quad machine that I don't mind, but I still prefer the leg press. Then I did my inner and outer thighs. Um, my groin hurts today. Thanks gym. In retrospect, the leg soreness could also be from Steel Pans....which brings me to the next portion of my story.

I got home at 8pm and am excited to lay in my bed after eating a delicious salad and showering. I was texting with Steel Pans because if I don't message him every few days he thinks I've forgotten about him, and proceeds to tell me so. Anyway, I told him I wouldn't be home on Wednesday night, at which point he said that even though he had work at 6am the next morning, he was on his way.

I really hope that my family doesn't actually ever read this. I only published the link on facebook once or twice, but that was before I actually blogged regularly. The reason I say this, is the next portion of this entry (which I will italicize) will be sexually explicit enough to not really be appropriate for my mom and dad to read - although they might've heard the actual occurrence going down.

It was only 10:30pm when Steel Pans got there, and thinking that my mom - newly out of school for the summer - would be up, I decided to actually go to the door and walk him to my room. Normally I just leave the door unlocked when I know he's coming over and it allows me to be lazy, and naked when he gets there. (Actually, he's asked me to be naked already when he gets there to cut down on time - but on principle no, I'm always clothed.) It's been over a year since we've been doing this stuff, so I pretty much know how it's going to go down. However, Tuesday evening was different. He go there, we went upstairs, I got into bed and immediately clothes were off. It was probably one of the better sexual encounters I've had. It was a 20 minute quickie - which it was supposed to be - and aggressive as all hell and just brilliant. I almost popped my shoulder out of its socket, but that's fine. It took a lot to walk him back to the door afterward - but safety first. Someone's gotta lock the door, right?

I would call Tuesday night a great success. Sadly I had to be up early to go to the chiropractor on Wednesday morning. I planned on going to Dyckman Wednesday night so I packed accordingly and knew it would be a long night.

After spending a good portion of time trying to figure out the best way to get up to Dyckman, I realized there was none. I stuck around for the faculty meeting for a half an hour after work and then made my way to the Stumble. Downed two hard ciders in about 45 minutes, maybe a half hour. Chit chatted a bit with a bunch of people and then needed to leave to get up to Dyckman at 8pm. Some of my friends were going to see Jim Gaffigan in the park, but I am pretty loyal to basketball now, so I made my choice. 

It took me 4 trains and an hour and a half to get to Dyckman. 6 to the E. E to the A. A to the 1...and I still managed to get to the park with 5 minutes left in the first half of the first game of the night. The park was packed. They already closed the whole thing off. I was standing outside with Puppy, who is B's friend and is a bit younger than me but he's just adorable and he wants to be in love so badly (hence why I call him Puppy - Puppy love, you know?). I literally call him Puppy in person though, folks.

Puppy and I were standing outside, drinking free samples of frozen raspberry lemonade from McDonald's waiting for Sister to get there, or Brother to come out and get us. I was adding vodka to mine, just trying to maintain my buzz from the stumble. Hard cider makes me feel fuzzy - and I really like it.

Sister and Trace got there, B was on her way. It took an absurd amount of time to get into the park. Lots of pushing and I swear I wanted to hit this guy Mike in the face if he stepped on my foot one more time with his pompous ass. While I say that, I would totally give him the business because he makes bank playing ball overseas, likes white girls, and has the body type that I thoroughly enjoy. But I digress. So we finally get in, and there's nowhere to sit. We're supposed to have this whole section, but it was packed with leftovers from the first game. This resulted in some people who were not familiar with Puppy, Trace and I to be rude as shit. There were stupid things said about how if we didn't sit down they were going to throw things, and when I said hold on, this girl copped a heavy attitude and I had to clench my teeth not to respond. It all ended up getting to Trace, because she's not the type to be disrespected. She ended up leaving with B when B got there at half time and she was upset. It was a big mess. The whole section ended up standing the whole game, against the barricade, on the bleachers, you name it, people were there. 

Dumb shit happens when everyone's packed like sardines at a sporting event. This guy hit this big girl in the face, and she obviously flipped out and went to go snuff him and there was a momentary fight break out. Everything was shortly resolved, but still - that's what happens people.

We ended up winning the game, but it was really late when it was over. I didn't want to take the 1 train, because it's a POS train. I wanted BiL to drive me to the 4 train. We were kind of loitering outside, as per usual and B and Trace came back. Trace was still upset. B was visibly agitated. I just wanted bed.

I found out that the car BiL and Sis rented needed to be dropped off right by my job by 9am the next morning so I ended up going back with them eventually. We had to stop and pick up Niece and drop Puppy off. Then we had to go run an errand, and then we went to White Castle. It was almost 2am when we got back to the house. I showered, shoveled in my sliders and sweet potato fries and promptly passed out.

They dropped me off to work this morning and I walked the last 20 blocks, which was actually kind of pleasant.

Had another hard cider at lunch with the Mexican and Sarah. Going for a manicure after work, a going away party, and the Blockheads - and possibly Honey...because Honey is always a possibility.

I'm really sleepy, but we get out at 1pm tomorrow but are paid until 5, which is brilliant!

I wish I were in Jamaica with some of my friends though. Way too expensive though. Bummer.

Basketball, Bad Reffing and Breakdowns.

I've been a bad, bad...blogger.

I feel like it's been forever since I've written anything and the fact is that it's almost been a week. I hope that you guys haven't missed me too much. Life got a little hectic and you know I don't like posting over the weekends, so here is my Wednesday through Monday wrap up.

Wednesday my Fellows graduated. That's right, I felt like a proud mama as the doctors I've been working with for the past year and a half of my life finished their training. Of course, three of four of them are staying on as faculty, but that doesn't matter. The graduation party went of without a hitch. I was a little worried because I really don't like planning functions like that because I get myself all anxious that I didn't get enough of this or that and people will be disappointed. However, I had no reason to worry. There was plenty of food and I'm slowly figuring out how to plan these damn graduations and how much food we need, etc. My boss and some of my fellows actually performed some a capella songs that were hilarious and I have on video to hold over their heads forever. Graduation only lasted about an hour and a half, but I was sufficiently exhausted. I didn't get time to really enjoy the open top shelf bar either, because I was running around playing hostess. No matter what though, I did a damn good job and I'm glad that's over with (until next year).

Of course since it was Wednesday, and last week I got scolded for not making it to the Stumble Inn, I headed over. The Mexican was mourning the loss of his dog in the best way he knew how...with drinks, nachos and dancing. There were a bunch of us there and it was a lot of fun. Just before we started to leave there was this guy that was hitting on this girl right next to me, when I say "right next to me" I mean, she was practically sitting on my lap and the guy was leaning disgustingly close to me. He was short, ugly with wiry longer hair that he tried to hard to make cool and he kept touching her in ways that made ME uncomfortable. More than once I wanted to punch him in the face, and knock their drinks off of our table and onto the floor. Instead, I pulled my shit together and Triathalon and I left. Tri is staying in Brighton Beach right now, so we could take the train together. We were talking about his work outs on the way home and they made me tired just listening to. He told me he'd make me an exercise regimen but he'd have to know EVERYTHING about my gym habits, and that freaked me out. He's a bit intense, nice guy though.

Think, think, think...did anything else happen on Wednesday? Nope.

On to Thursday.

Thursday, as per usual, we went to Honey. I convinced the Mexican to walk with me to the train and look for a dry cleaners to hem my pants. I basically walked around confused for about 10 minutes about where to go because I didn't write down the address of the tailor I intended to go to, because I make good decisions. I went from there directly to Honey because B was meeting me there pretty darn early. If I remember correctly we were there by about 6pm. Even though it had been gross earlier in the day and was threatening rain, we still sat outside for a while. We were annoyed at the stupid waitress and complained that we wanted our old waitress back. She tried to end happy hour an hour early, stupid bitch. This is like the 5th plus time I've been there for happy hour, I know when that shit ends. Don't play with me, I was NOT in the mood. The doorman, however, confirmed for us that happy hour did end at 9pm, in fact. GOTCHA! So me, Nyeg and B went inside after happy hour. I definitely had 6 cosmos. After we went in, I decided to get two long islands, obviously. The bartender held onto my wallet for me, because I obviously could not be trusted to care for it myself (she was right). B left at 10 or so. Nyeg and I stayed until it closed, which was probably around 2.

I should tell you now that I decided after spending 14 hours in the office on Tuesday, I was taking Friday off.

Anyway, so we were getting ready to leave and I was still sufficiently tipsy. Being tipsy, I decided to talk to the DJ about whatever the fuck we were talking about, maybe Brooklyn? This is key, remember this folks. I had closed out my tab, retrieved my wallet, said goodbye to everyone and stopped at the DJ booth.

Then we left, and walked down the block to McDonald's. When I get drunk enough, I don't remember to eat, so even though Nyeg was going to get something, I wasn't planning on it. Something told me to look for my wallet though. Well guess what....my wallet was not in my bag.

Now, I'm one of those people who hated wallets for years. I was a straight up pocket user, but putting stuff in your pockets can often make parts of your body look weird, and I started wearing things without pockets. Welp, I still have that mindset even though EVERYTHING is in my wallet. All of my credit cards, all of my gift cards, all of my cards for any kind of rewards, my cash, insurance stuff, ID, checkbook...you get the point. Well you can imagine that I was pretty much infuriated because how and where the fuck did I lose my wallet?

We went back to Honey and I gave the head security guy my number in case they found it. I canceled my credit card. While I was on the phone with the credit card people, I missed a call. It was Honey! They found my wallet! I was only missing 30 bucks or so and nothing else.

I am LUCKY. I gave the biggest hug to the doorman and we chatted a bit at the bus stop. We were going to go somewhere else, but after the debacle that just happened, it was a bit late. We walked over to Union Square and instead of meeting up with her friends in the mid-50s, we got pizza. There was a guy there with beautiful eyes who sadly was in a relationship and then this "couple" came in that was really cute. I say "couple" because I think he wants to be with her, and she's slightly resistant. We made it clear that we thought he was in love with her and she should give in because he seems like a good guy.

Don't remember what time I got home, but I'm PRETTY SURE the sun was coming up.

Friday, because I took off from work, I agreed to drive with Sister to Niece's basketball game in Nyack, NY. Now let me tell you something. It takes me 30-40 minutes to drive from my house to Sister's at night and early on the weekends.

I started driving at 2:30 I think.

Stupid fucking choices. It took me an hour and a half to get to Sister's. I wanted to shoot babies. It was sad. I have bad road rage. This young hispanic guy was trying to hit on me from his friend's car when we were stuck in traffic going onto the Triboro. It was pretty hilarious, but I wasn't really amused due to the fact that I was in stand still traffic for an hour at that point.

Anyway, I got to Sister's house a little bit later than I planned (oh about an hour), and then Brother in Law drove to go pick Sister up, and then we had to drop uniforms off to his coach and I swear to god there's a Homer ass print in my car from being in it for so damn long.

So we got to Niece's game after another brief stint in traffic and driving through horror move fog. When we got there however, the refs weren't even there. So one of the kids' dads was reffing and this other guy came in a few minutes later and they played and even though sometimes they were annoyed with the kid's dad, they reffed pretty well. The girls ended up losing by two I think. It was pretty absurd. The real ref showed up 56 SECONDS before the end of the game. They agreed to play another 10 minutes with the real ref.

This was a bad idea seeing as how the "real" ref was a douchebag. In the time that he was reffing the game, many a tear were shed. They were getting really aggressive on the court and some of the moms flipped out because they wanted to know when the guy was going to blow the damn whistle and keep the game safe. The best player on Niece's game got hit in the face I think. There was just a lot of "fighting" and it was really inappropriate for 6th grade girls to be going through, and the person who should've been making sure they were safe and playing fair was a dickhead. When the moms all got up and flipped out he was like "I don't have time for this..." blah blah blah. Excuse me "sir", but I'm pretty sure you showed up an hour and a half late to your JOB. You were getting paid for this shit, WE are the ones whose time YOU'VE wasted.

Needless to say, everyone left a little agitated.

I learned when I arrived at Sister's that we were going straight to B-i-L's game down at Baruch College, the Fireball Tournament. I'm really becoming a basketball spectator, seeing as how I've been to 5 games in 4 days. Anyway, so yeah, after the game we decided to go to City Island for more delicious food. It's fine that all I ever want is seafood and we went to City Island already that Wednesday, no big deal.

On the way to City Island though BiL was driving my car, because I don't drive out there unless I have to. We were at a red light or something and sister goes "Don't let this guy in." about someone coming up on our left. I could tell that this guy wasn't really paying attention though and BiL started to go when the light turned green and so did the other car...right into my door. Yup, scraped a bunch of his paint off on my car. We both pulled over, Sister got the license plate number. She and I popped out of the car and the passenger of the other car gets out. He goes "I'm sorry, my friend is a new driver, this is my car. Take down my number and I'll pay for it." At this point he's talking to Sister and I'm looking at the scratch, a little INFURIATED. I'm pretty good in these situations though and I start rubbing at the scratch and pretty much it was just his paint on my car, so I was like "Forget it, get in the car sis." This guy in a cab behind us was like "I'll give you ladies a ride anywhere." It was inappropriate but I didn't pay him any mind. The guy made me take his number though, and he had me call his phone in front of him to show me that was his number (or to know what number to avoid). Either way, I didn't end up calling because it was not that serious and I was trying to keep the peace, and we were back on our way.

Dinner was awesome, as per usual and I was so sleepy and in a food coma. I couldn't even drive home I was so sleepy so I slept at Sister's.

At around 10am, my mom texted me asking if I was coming home because my uncle, aunt and cousin were on their way to my house to go get Dim Sum. Being fat, and not having had Dim Sum in a long time, I left Sister's and was home before 11. I almost killed a little kid running across the street without looking. I also almost killed a stupid fucking Mexican (not MY Mexican) who walked halfway across the street, I started to turn and then he realized he forgot something and turned around without looking to walk back the way he came in the middle of the street, causing me to slam on my brakes. I then cursed him out and we yelled at each other as I drove away.

 It was nice to see my family. I haven't seen my uncle...etc since Thanksgiving of last year. That's typically the only time we see each other these days. They're pleasant, at least my mom's side of the family (it's her brother).

There was another playoff game that night. I needed a pedicure desperately and so my mom and I went, and AGAIN they gave me this one trainee that's there and I wanted to fucking kick her in the face. I'm sorry to sound to violent, but she really tried to use someone else's pumus stone on my foot WITHOUT WASHING IT. I almost flipped out. I don't play games with foot fungus. And then she almost forgot the lotion after she scrubbed all of the fucking skin off of my legs. Needless to say, I didn't smile the entire time and looked like I was going to murder her (which I thought about).

We finally got home and I relaxed a bit and then got my shit together and went back to Baruch. They won the game and I met up with VWR and Golda for dinner after the game. We had decent Thai food, I thought the Pad Thai was a bit too sweet, but it happens sometimes. None of us were really interested in going out that night after that so we all went home and I got amazing sleep. I invited them to the Fireball finals on Sunday (VWR ended up taking me up on that - the lover of bball that she is).

Sunday I got up and cooked random stuff in the morning. Mostly jalapeno poppers. Those took too damn long, but I got a little more time to relax before I had to be back at Baruch, again with a drink in hand (I brought one on Saturday too - makes me more social).

I got to the game, and then B got there and VWR. We all watched the game and we were winning by a good amount for a while, but it got very tense very quickly. Let's just say that our team was robbed. Blatantly. Even the other team thought so, but since they have some NBA players on their team and the Brooklyn crowd was being rowdy and threatening, they kept making a million calls for the other team. It was bad. So bad that I, as a non-basketball knowing person, knew that they were being robbed in a very very shitty way.

Now let me take a second to tell you that Sister's life is basketball. It has been for over a decade, and she's known for being full of heart, and loud. She makes her opinions heard at games. She also makes them known.

The team lost by 1 when there was about 30 seconds on the clock. It was heartbreaking. Sister took it upon herself to give her opinion by chucking a basketball at the head of the ref making the majority of the bad calls. She tried to do it again but TD stopped her. B, trying to protect her sister from doing something stupid, tried to talk to her. They ended up in a fight of sorts with a bit of pushing. B decided that Sister didn't want help and we left.

I guess it got worse after we left with non-confrontational people getting confrontational and them chasing one of the refs down the block...etc.

This event will be talked about for the rest of the basketball summer - it sure was the next night...but we're not up to that yet.

TD, B, VWR and I went to dinner at this pretty cute place where you eat peanuts and throw the shells on the floor (not unlike Texas Roadhouse, but not a chain). We had frozen margaritas which were delicious. TD and B went home afterward, but VWR and I went to Caliente cab where we had another GIGANTIC frozen margarita.

I ended up a touch sloshed and when I got home, I ended up having a slight mental breakdown on my porch. I might get into it at a later point, but basically something my neighborhood said to my mom triggered something in me and I was just a mess. It was good though, because it made me realize that it's time to move on from my past and I have to stop blaming EVERYTHING on some other people, just some things.

I slept well on Sunday night minus waking up every few hours to drink a bottle of water because Tequila makes me SO thirsty. Also, I might've pulled something in my neck.

On Monday, Little Brother graduated high school and while I missed the graduation I went up to B's house for celebratory dinner. Also, there was a make up game at Dyckman from last Wednesday so TD came back, and we went down to the game. Puppy was with us. He's adorable, and there's something about him that I like that I can't put my finger on it. Nothing will ever happen there though, blew that about two years ago because of someone else.

Aaaaannnyway, we were at the game and they had us behind this gate because Sister was not allowed on the court. I don't know if they were joking or they actually put up the fence because of her. Either way, it was fine.

My body is really tired of bleachers. The game was really good, although a fight did almost break out. I'm not much of a fight spectator. Everyone stands up and wants to know what's going on. I figure I'll find out at some point. I did stand to see what was going on eventually, but I kind of waited it out.

We went back to Sister's house and B and I had a heart to heart about my mental breakdown and we went to sleep.

Bringing us to today, Tuesday. My new Fellows started today and I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off (pretty much the story of my life). I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do later, but I'm getting sleepy and I was supposed to go to the movies, but it never works out with this guy. I'm about to delete him and move on with my life. I was just invited to some other situation though, so maybe I'll hit that up.

I missed you all and I'm sorry that I was MIA. I'm back now though.