cat balls, drunken falls

The weather was hot and humid last week in NYC. I tried to get some work done at home but my bedroom felt like a sweat box. Even poor little Gus was so hot he was laying around the house on his back, legs spread open, trying to cool his cat balls. I made a goal that I would find a boyfriend with an air-conditioned apartment for the summer. : )



Friday night, I just couldn't take it anymore, I needed to get out of the apartment. I went for an hour bike ride around Astoria Park and then jogged for another hour. I just couldn't stop. Maybe I was trying to run away from the thoughts that have been troubling me. Or maybe I was trotting the extra lap to get another look at the hot guy that was jogging in the other direction. I sat and watched the sunset over the water and Manhattan skyline and felt momentarily happy as I was surrounded by all of the characters that make NY home. There was a man on a unicycle who actually fell off when he looked up at me. (I'd like to think he was distracted by my beauty).



I got home and ordered sushi and watched 20/20 with my roommate. (Such a glamorous life!). Saturday night, I was excited to have Bionic Woman spending the night at my apartment. I just love slumber parties! We headed out to a local bar where my former roommate also came to meet and just spent the night drinking and laughing. You know it's a good night when the bar breaks out in an impromptu limbo game improvising the limbo stick with a mop. After the bar the 3 of us headed back to my apartment for a sleepover. Bionic Woman made me laugh so hard that I fell in the street and scraped my elbow.



When we got back to my place, Bionic Woman and Mr. Bello grabbed cupcakes (from my birthday! I warned them that it probably wasn't still good but they wouldn't listen) and beers and we headed up to my rooftop. There was a cool breeze blowing and the sun was coming up...I coulda stayed up there forever. Except I was cold and sleepy so I came back downstairs and rolled out my yoga mat (only my 2nd time using the mat and it wasn't for exercise) and went to sleep.

Sunday morning, we woke up, sweating (!), showered, and headed off to a yummy brunch with scrambled eggs, oatmeal martinis, and pickleback shots. I was stumbling out of the bar and headed to McCarren Park in Brooklyn for the Renegade Crafts Fair. There were so many beautiful jewelry, clothing, and artwork but everything was a little pricey and I couldn't decide what I wanted so I didn't buy anything. All I got was this cute photo of Bionic Woman. haha.



I was exhausted from a late night and walking around all day that I needed to get home to squeeze in a nap. I was supposed to meet TA for a so called date at 8PM. I ordered some chinese take out and napped while my roommate watched 21 Jumpstreet (random right?). When I woke up, I still hadn't heard from TA, so I assumed he was flaking, as usual. Though I'm not surprised, I am disappointed in him, but I was relieved to be able to stay in and rest. The temperature had cooled down after the rain and I grabbed a blanket and watched Avatar (finally) with my roommate. What a great ending to a really fun weekend.

PS- I loved Avatar by the way. The animation was amazing and Sam Worthington is totes the hottest. The scene where they were praying at the Holy Tree with their glowing painted bodies reminded me of being at the Full Moon parties in Thailand. haha.

Go home. Nothing good happens after last call.

Ok so I had just finished writing this post last night about how I was going to stay in for the weekend. I spoke too soon. Shortly after I wrote the post my phone rang at 11PM. I was sitting on the couch in sweats. An old friend, we'll call him Chapter 9, was back in town. I hadn't seen him in almost a year and I also have this complex where I think that every time I turn something down a night similar to something from The Hangover happens. So I got dressed as quickly as possible, hopped in a cab, and rushed to Spitzer's in the LES.

I'm going to start off by saying I should work on getting rid of this said complex quickly and I should've remained where I was, on my couch, wearing my dirty old sweats.

I had sent a text to Little One inviting her out but she didn't get it until the following morning and called to see how my night was. I told her I could tell her how it started out and then it only went downhill from there.

Let's start from the beginning. I was at the bar having a great time catching up with some friends I hadn't seen. TWO hours (this is very important here) after I had been standing at the bar, I sat down to talk to Elfin. I had my legs crossed and I looked down at my shoes. I thought to myself, "That's funny. I usually love these shoes but today they don't look all that hot." I looked at them some more and couldn't figure out why they didn't look good on me today. And then suddenly I realized, I was wearing my shoes on the wrong feet. Yes. That's right. Not only did I walk out of the house wearing my left shoe on my right foot and vice versa, but that I didn't notice until TWO (read: two) hours later! My only defense (I have no defense) is that I was in a hurry. Little One laughed at me and asked how I could not have noticed. In hindsight (always in hindsight) I recall thinking my feet hurt more than usual but I thought maybe I just wasn't drunk enough. Then I remember thinking I was tripping over my feet a lot but then I thought maybe the alcohol finally caught up to me. Then I remembered wondering why my toe was sticking out over the front of the heel and that was because the shoe was curving in the wrong direction. Then I remember wondering why the zippers were annoyingly hitting each other when I walk (it had never done this before) and that was because the zippers normally go on the outside of my feet.

I tried to switch my shoes back as discreetly as possible. It was 3AM. I remember thinking I should go home. Nothing good happens after last call. But TA had texted me earlier saying he was at a nearby bar and I said I would stop by before I went home. I said goodbye to Chapter 9 (Ch.9 for future references) and got in a taxi.

I arrived at the next bar and TA asked me what took so long. I downed a shot of Jameson's that was waiting for me and said, "Sorry, I was busy getting my heart broken." (Note: the things that are said and the events that follow had a positive correlation with the amount of alcohol we drank). TA got very upset by this comment and asked, "What makes you think I wanna hear about you and other guys?" TA and I know that we see other people but we never talk about it. (read: TA and I are still very confused about what we are to each other). The bar was also closing so TA went outside. We argued some more. Decided to go home. We shared a cab, since he's on the way, like we usually do. Still arguing. Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the frustration I was feeling of my damn tongue not being able to relay the messages from my brain, but I began to cry. One lone tear fell down my cheek. Then another. Then another. TA felt horrible and apologized profusely. I said I was fine but the damn tears wouldn't stop. I never show emotion in front of him. He tells the taxi guy to just go to his place because I couldn't even speak. As soon as I got inside I just began sobbing. I had no idea what I was crying over but once I started I just couldn't stop. Who does that?

I woke up the following morning and TA saw that I was still feeling pretty low. He asked, "So who's this guy that broke your heart?" I told him I didn't want to talk about it. He turned to me and said, "Well, it could be worse. Today could be your wedding day." TA was supposed to be married today.

And that, my friends, sums up everything that happened between 11PM Saturday to 10AM Sunday.

TA drops a bomb

Today was quite an interesting day. I walked around for most of the day with my head spinning, feeling completely off centered. I was running errands in the morning near where TA lives. He called me and I hadn't seen him in a while so I figured I'd pop by and say hi. Our relationship is not a traditional one, for lack of a better description. I realized on my walk over that I have been seeing him on and off for two years now. How is that possible?

We sat down to talk and I remembered why I love his company so much. He's just so easy to be around. A good friend that I'm incredibly attracted to. After catching up for a few minutes he told me he was engaged. I literally choked. I couldn't find any words. Did I think he would tell me that one day? Yes. Still, I wasn't any more prepared to hear that. How did I not know? Why didn't he tell me sooner? I felt like somebody squeezed my heart and gave it a little twist.

I also wasn't prepared for what came next. He had broken off the engagement. Head spinning. I am overwhelmed. He said he didn't know why he was telling me. I've always been able to contain my feelings for him because I always knew he would never be able to return them. I don't know if I can now.

He's completely wrong for me. Must. Stay. Away.

(Image via Le Love)

TA drops a bomb

Today was quite an interesting day. I walked around for most of the day with my head spinning, feeling completely off centered. I was running errands in the morning near where TA lives. He called me and I hadn't seen him in a while so I figured I'd pop by and say hi. Our relationship is not a traditional one, for lack of a better description. I realized on my walk over that I have been seeing him on and off for two years now. How is that possible?

We sat down to talk and I remembered why I love his company so much. He's just so easy to be around. A good friend that I'm incredibly attracted to. After catching up for a few minutes he told me he was engaged. I literally choked. I couldn't find any words. Did I think he would tell me that one day? Yes. Still, I wasn't any more prepared to hear that. How did I not know? Why didn't he tell me sooner? I felt like somebody squeezed my heart and gave it a little twist.

I also wasn't prepared for what came next. He had broken off the engagement. Head spinning. I am overwhelmed. He said he didn't know why he was telling me. I've always been able to contain my feelings for him because I always knew he would never be able to return them. I don't know if I can now.

He's completely wrong for me. Must. Stay. Away.

(Image via Le Love)