I would like to commend myself for being strong enough to not take some relationship news personally. The first couple of times I let things like this slide, but three times and I need to call Guinness to see if I hold some sort of record. As of today, three men in which I have previously dated, have either come out since we've dated or have had gay encounters of some type, which we all knows means they are gay, they just are denying it to the world. To protect the identity of these men, I will choose to either not name them or give them absolutely ridiculous names.
COLLEGE: Immediately upon entering a new state, a new school, and a new way of life, I was overwhelmed by everything going on around me. For 18 years, I had been a rule follower, a goody too shoes, if you will. I know it might be hard for some of you to believe, but it was true. Before the me I am today, I was an honor roll/AP student, president of my church youth group, captain of the softball team, editor of the school literary magazine, etc. etc. etc. I pretty much had my choice of whatever school I wanted to. I, however, WANTED to go to school in Texas. And in going away to school, the Polly Perfect persona that I had built in High School was about to change. I wanted to become the person I always wanted to be, not the person my mother wanted me to be. My first role of defiance, going to school in Texas. I don't think pissed would have accurately described her feelings towards my first independent decision. To give you an idea, we still haven't spoken in 14 years, but that's her problem, I digress. The first couple of weeks, inching into months was hard. I didn't realize how home sick I would be, but the one great thing that college does is gives you your own little social network in the dorms that you might not have otherwise found on your own. My dorm assignment was apparently in the "cool kids" girls dorm on campus. I was in heaven. Here I was this tall gangly kid, a long way from home, never really partied a day in her life, having every type of party imaginable at her finger tips. As we girls often do, our "wing" of the dorm sectioned off and became social butterflies roaming around from party to party. As the weeks drug on, we slowly started to form an alliance towards a particular off campus fraternity that threw some of the greatest parties around. These weren't exactly the best looking guys on campus, and if there is one thing I can say about TCU as a whole, we have some pretty people around. The more we became a staple at these parties, the more we got to know the frequenters of these events as well. One group of guys, in particular, I became immediate friends with. Apparently, these 5 gentlemen were not only Sophomores, but they were also suite mates. It was like a one stop shop for hang out time. As I started to spend more time with these guys, a natural closeness started to form with one of the guys in particular. He was amazing. He was funny and charming and had the most contagious laugh on the planet. To watch him smile would light up a room. He just had that presence about him. And of all the male suitors in which I have kissed in my day, I would put him at the top of the list. He was just everything that a girl could want. He always complimented me when I walked in the room and made me feel like I was the most beautiful person around. When you were with him, you thought you were alone. Have I accurately described this person? I was one smitten kitten. We were invited to formals and mixers and all sorts of events, we weren't even affiliated with a fraternity or sorority. We were just that fun to be around. Okay, okay, looking back yeah, there were probably all sorts of red flags, or magenta flags, in his case, but what is a girl to do? When you're in it, do you really want to hear what you don't want to hear? To this day, even though it took many years to become facebook friends, he still hasn't told me himself that he's gay. But, let's be honest, he is. I mean, if the three seconds that I almost fell out of my chair when he popped up in the movie Whip It didn't hammer the nail in that coffin, nothing would. Okay, maybe his facebook pictures....of him wearing yellow pants and bow tie....or a bandanna...on his neck.....and nothing but guys.....half naked.........At the very least, he's given me something to look at. God bless you my little friend, God bless you.
CROFTON: Okay, this one, I've got to be honest is a tough one for me to write about. If I'm completely honest with you guys, which I feel you do deserve, I'm still pretty pissed about this one. To tell you the truth, there is no possible scenario in which I would be okay running into this person again and don't completely wish him well. Breath, okay, now that that's off my chest our story can begin. So douche lord and I met when my best friend and her husband were living in a townhouse right next to him. Apparently, we had been travelling in the same social circles, but had never met. Each one had been told of the others existence, and how much we would get along. There was so much build up, I could hardly wait to meet this magnificent creature. And boy were they right! We were like peas and carrots. From the second we met we were hardly ever apart. I can even remember the first time that he and I went out without anyone else. It was the night before I was heading out to Texas for a fun little trip with Laura and Bo. As a matter of fact, I believe it was Hurricane Katrina weekend. Wow, talk about a sign that two people shouldn't be together. Hey God, next time you want to tell me not to be with someone, you might want that person to get hit by a bus. It might make it clearer to me. So, there we were, drinking EXTREMELY heavily at a very shi shi restaurant in downtown. Getting to know each other a little bit each sip. I don't know when it became okay, but at some point we both walked to the bathroom and just stood in the hallway making out. I couldn't tell you how long it was because I was seriously hammered off fruity martini's. Side note, if I ever mention the words I was drinking martini's chances are good I've gotten pretty off my rocker. So, there is was, the start of one of the most fun relationships I ever had. This boy was a spoiler too. I mean, we ate steak all the time, whenever we went out to dinner, it was to only the best restaurants around, and he owned his own townhouse, in a DC suburb. That's something. I can hardly remember a day or night that went by where we weren't together. Then came the amazing night where we went out with a married couple that we absolutely adored and she and he were talking about how much he cared about me and went as far as to mention marriage. I wasn't sure how serious this was, but apparently things were moving very quickly. That night, he told me that he loved me for the first time. It was awesome. We decided around that time, that we needed to get away, just the two of us. So, we took some time off work and headed down to my parents beach house for a long weekend. As I'm driving (yes this is important to note) DL thought it was the opportune moment to be completely honest with me. You see, all during our courtship there had been rumors and speculations flying around that he and his former room mate had had a fling. I had my suspicions, but I'm always open minded unless someone tells me themselves. He, of course, chose a dark, two lane road, in the middle of night, at the BEGINNING of our trip to tell me the truth. You see, he and his little buddy had "experimented" but it meant nothing. He loved me, it was the Christian thing to do. Of course, I had an influx of questions, beginning with, so are you gay? Do you prefer men? You see, ole DL was in the midst of a religious crisis. He loved church and went every week. I believe that he was praying so hard to have God not make him have these thoughts. I believe he went as far as to know that it wasn't a "Christian" thing to do, so he didn't allow himself to be the person he was meant to be. I heard him out, but things were never the same. Slowly, we started distancing apart. He would have "late night" meetings with these strange guys, only to find out later that he was just trying to "get it out of his system". I had no problem supporting him, if he was gay, I just wanted him to be honest. During our last meal together, he and I sat down and he told me that he wanted to tell me something. I thought to myself, this is it! THIS IS IT! I'm going to be the one person in the world that he can tell that he's gay to. Only the words that came out weren't that. He proceeded to tell me that he's had some life changes going on with him and he needs a little time to figure everything out, but as soon as he was ready to talk about it, that I would be the first person he would call. Now, how could someone be mad at that? Oh, just wait. So, it wasn't 24 hours later, that my grandfather passed away. I was beside myself with grief and planing and helping my grandmother get everything ready. As my cousins and I were shopping for funeral attire, my phone rings. You know those moments in your life where you know exactly where you were, what you were doing and what you had in your hands? This was one of them. It was my best friend. Her first question, are you sitting down? Since my answer was no and I really wasn't in the mood for any type of games, I walked outside to let her continue. She proceeded to tell me that DL had flown to Texas, overnight, and proposed to his ex girlfriend and she said yes. I still, to this day, cannot believe that even happened. Words cannot describe the emotions I was feeling right then. BUT if I were to have to describe what I was feeling, mothers, cover your children's ears, it would be so fucking pissed I want to punch something. I've never really cut my bestie off and never really wanted too, but I couldn't get a grip on everything she had just told me, so I had to hang up. My gay ex-boyfriend had flown to Texas to propose to his ex-girlfriend, who on multiple occasion he described as looking like the little creature for Lord of the Rings that actually keeps the ring. What do you do?!?!? Oh, I tell you what I did. I called that piece of shit excuse for a human being and I told his voicemail that I hope he dies alone by slipping and falling in a pool of AIDS. That is verbatim too. I was so pissed and honestly even writing this makes me a little angry at that ass hat. Do you know that in the past 5 years, that ahole had the nerve to have a child too! What sort of selfish prick does such a thing?!?!?!? Ugh, he makes me want to punch something. A few years ago, I was at lunch with a friend of mine, over by where he works and as we were leaving lunch, I saw him approaching. My immediate thought was to push him into oncoming traffic, but instead I ran right back inside to avoid any sort of confrontation. That piece of garbage doesn't deserve the air I breathe or the time spent talking to, even if I do look good....
2011: All things come in threes right? Well, I hope so because I really want this to be the last surprise. So here we are, almost a full month into the new decade. I can't honestly say that this one is a total shock. I somehow saw this one coming, and really didn't think it would take this long to come out. But, ever since I've been home, one of the common people that I've been hanging out with is a guy I dated YEARS ago. Now nothing has gone on between the two of us since I've been home, but to the common man, one would think that we were dating again, only we're not. Okay, yes, I was the person involved in the dissolving of his engagement many moons ago, but it takes two for a relationship to not work. Turn those judging eyes off. We've gone to movies and dinner and happy hours and the white house. It's been fun. But, I honestly never looked into it being anything more than us just having a really good time. Well, apparently, he's been holding on to this big secret for so long that he just couldn't keep it in any longer, so, over FACEBOOK, he decides to start a little chat. I mean honestly, who tells something so big to someone that means anything to them, over facebook. I mean, I knew it was coming, but bless his little heart that he didn't know what to say. But, he just wanted me to know that he was into both girls and boys.......I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to take a stand here, any boy that likes boy parts, doesn't like girls. I almost feel like we're the gateway drug to what you're really trying to get. Boys are not bi, they are in transition and it just might make them feel better to say it that way. Maybe it sounds less gay. Not to me, but maybe to them....okay, so here I am, sitting in front of my computer, armed with knowledge I already kind of knew, talking, no facebook chatting with someone who is probably terrified on the other end of the computer. So, I did what any person SHOULD do with a person that comes out. You say "so what", because honestly at the end of the day, they are still that person that you love, now they are just allowed to be honest about themselves. I would be surprised if I didn't love them more.
So this is how my brain has been working today. I wish nothing but the best for 2 out of the 3 boys in my past. The other one I would just as rather him fade away. I will say this on record though, if Craig and/or Bryan come out in my lifetime, I will hang up dating for the rest of my life and become a nun.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Blogdate
Here's what I figure...If I post at least once a week, that should catch all my "followers" up on the happenings of my life. Considering that I'm about 75% convinced that the only people reading this blog are my old friends in Winston Salem who need to know what is going on in my life without actually having to pick up the phone....ohhh burn :o) So, let me try and put a little bow on some of the things I've left hanging out there.
MY CAR: I somehow think I'm just a glutton for punishment because instead of letting the whole thing go and just waiting until I figure out where I'm going to live for the rest of my life, I went into the Jeep dealership on Friday night. I believe what my actions are called is insane. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result. I really thought that going to a different dealership that sold cheaper priced cars would give me a better shot. Little did I take into account that the last time I went car shopping was 2010 and now it's 2011. That makes my car one year older and according to the dealership, worth $3,000 less than it was a month ago. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. One months time, which is apparently scaled in dog years decreases the value of things. It took everything I had not to throw something at these people. Not only does Kelley Blue Book still value my car at $19,000 in excellent condition, which it is, but these guys are throwing out numbers in the $14,000 range. I know I don't know much about cars, but I do know this isn't right. So, after that life lesson and being hit over the head AGAIN, I've decided to scrap the whole getting a new car thing and stick with the one I love. Worse case scenario, I drive it out to California, where they appreciate the kind of car I drive and get something new out there. I'm sure I'm going to get more bang for my buck in a place that has a lot of sunshine.
MY BUSINESS: After my meeting with the local SBA, I had been given some homework to essentially re-do my entire business plan to show investors and not bankers. You know, since I don't have any collateral. And for three weeks, I've really been trying. But to change something you had been working on for 3 months in three weeks to "dumb it down" is next to impossible. I poured my blood sweat and tears into this thing and even though my grammar isn't perfect, it's exactly what I want to show. The people that I want to approach will know me anyway and know what I'm trying to do. But, then this morning I woke up with what I thought might be the greatest idea of all time. Bear with me on this. At the day care that I currently work at we house foster dogs that don't have a home they can go to. My thought is, why not create a daycare/boarding facility for those dogs? We could have a trainer on site to help with them each day. I feel that most dogs that aren't adopted aren't because they don't have the proper training, but my facility would take care of that. We would keep no more than 25 dogs at a time and rotate them as they are adopted. We can host adoption days and now take those animals that are currently in shelters, essentially on borrowed time anyway and give them a shot. We could partner with a local vet clinic and make sure that all these animals are kept up to date with all vaccinations and neutering obligations. Now, I understand that what I'm trying to create would be a non-profit organization. But, when it comes right down to it, if someone doesn't take care of the animals, where will they go? I feel very strongly that this could work. I just need someone else to believe in this as well.
DIET: We all know how hard I was working on P90x right? Well, ever since moving home, I've lost 10 pounds from just eating better and working out. I feel great! I don't know if less stress has anything to do with it, or not being around food all the time, but it's been awesome! I have 5 more pounds to go before I hit my goal weight, but to be honest, if I don't get to it, I think I'll be okay. Just changing my eating habits and feeling better about everything is payoff enough.
Well, I think that about sums up my week. With Pebble Beach right around the corner, I'm sure to have some better stories soon.
Yours in blogging
Kg
MY CAR: I somehow think I'm just a glutton for punishment because instead of letting the whole thing go and just waiting until I figure out where I'm going to live for the rest of my life, I went into the Jeep dealership on Friday night. I believe what my actions are called is insane. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result. I really thought that going to a different dealership that sold cheaper priced cars would give me a better shot. Little did I take into account that the last time I went car shopping was 2010 and now it's 2011. That makes my car one year older and according to the dealership, worth $3,000 less than it was a month ago. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. One months time, which is apparently scaled in dog years decreases the value of things. It took everything I had not to throw something at these people. Not only does Kelley Blue Book still value my car at $19,000 in excellent condition, which it is, but these guys are throwing out numbers in the $14,000 range. I know I don't know much about cars, but I do know this isn't right. So, after that life lesson and being hit over the head AGAIN, I've decided to scrap the whole getting a new car thing and stick with the one I love. Worse case scenario, I drive it out to California, where they appreciate the kind of car I drive and get something new out there. I'm sure I'm going to get more bang for my buck in a place that has a lot of sunshine.
MY BUSINESS: After my meeting with the local SBA, I had been given some homework to essentially re-do my entire business plan to show investors and not bankers. You know, since I don't have any collateral. And for three weeks, I've really been trying. But to change something you had been working on for 3 months in three weeks to "dumb it down" is next to impossible. I poured my blood sweat and tears into this thing and even though my grammar isn't perfect, it's exactly what I want to show. The people that I want to approach will know me anyway and know what I'm trying to do. But, then this morning I woke up with what I thought might be the greatest idea of all time. Bear with me on this. At the day care that I currently work at we house foster dogs that don't have a home they can go to. My thought is, why not create a daycare/boarding facility for those dogs? We could have a trainer on site to help with them each day. I feel that most dogs that aren't adopted aren't because they don't have the proper training, but my facility would take care of that. We would keep no more than 25 dogs at a time and rotate them as they are adopted. We can host adoption days and now take those animals that are currently in shelters, essentially on borrowed time anyway and give them a shot. We could partner with a local vet clinic and make sure that all these animals are kept up to date with all vaccinations and neutering obligations. Now, I understand that what I'm trying to create would be a non-profit organization. But, when it comes right down to it, if someone doesn't take care of the animals, where will they go? I feel very strongly that this could work. I just need someone else to believe in this as well.
DIET: We all know how hard I was working on P90x right? Well, ever since moving home, I've lost 10 pounds from just eating better and working out. I feel great! I don't know if less stress has anything to do with it, or not being around food all the time, but it's been awesome! I have 5 more pounds to go before I hit my goal weight, but to be honest, if I don't get to it, I think I'll be okay. Just changing my eating habits and feeling better about everything is payoff enough.
Well, I think that about sums up my week. With Pebble Beach right around the corner, I'm sure to have some better stories soon.
Yours in blogging
Kg
Monday, January 17, 2011
Parking Wars
This weekend was one for the records books. I'm trying to put a positive spin on things, but after the weekend I had, I'm just glad it's Monday. Let's start out with the positive....Guess who's going back to Pebble Beach?!?!?!?! That's right, it's me! I received a post card in the mail a few weeks back and remembered all the permanent employees talking about how fun this one AT&T Tournament was. Since I really only have two part time jobs, I thought I would look further into the situation. Come to find out, not only am I being flown out there, but they want me to come out early to interview for a full time spot out there!!! How awesome! The most recognizable golf course in the world wants little ole me to come out there and work. Now, for those of you following my dog day care process at home, this is not stopping that dream. I will still be pursuing that, only now, I will have some financial security that doesn't have me picking up dog poop for 5 hours a day. Oh, and it gets me out of my parents house, which by the way is driving me nuts. We all know how amazing the stories were from me when I was out there before, can you just imagine what this trip will bring? Thank God I won't have to run into Captain Poop his Pants and his Mom Redneck Rita. Oh, I'm so excited for this opportunity, I can just feel my life changing already.
So, now that the good is out of the way, let's focus on the rest of the weekend, because let me be honest, this Pebble Beach information came early evening on Friday. Ahhh Saturday, a day that will go down in the record books. It all seemed normal when I woke up. I was excited that the only thing I really had going on was that I had to work from 2-6. I mean, anyone can do anything for four hours, right? And even that was going smoothly. The dogs were behaving, there weren't too many terrible dogs, so it seemed like this was an easy night for me. As five o'clock rolled around, my "manager" told me to start crating up my dogs for the night. Let me go on record by saying that technically we aren't supposed to leave work until 8 to allow the dogs extra time to play before they go in their crates, so five o'clock is EXTREMELY early for dogs to go down for the night. Especially if they aren't supposed to be out of their crates in the morning until 8:30. That's a really long time for a dog to stay in a crate and I hate when this guy asks me to put these dogs up so early. But, I'm a doer so I did. But then I realized that he was just crating these smaller dogs so that he could bring the bigger ones in. Which made absolutely no sense, nor was it fair to the dogs to allow them to have to sit in a crate while watching the other dogs play. So I spoke up and said, you know what Chris, just leave them out, I'll watch them all play. It's only fair. Well, only one dog was left in the crate because Chris was trying to fix a screw that had fallen off. Now, please keep in mind that the dog in the crate was an adoption dog, not trained, and not fixed. So all you animal lovers out there know that this dog was a wee bit hyper. Can't help it, doesn't know any different. So, as a hyper dog, he started jumping. He wanted so much attention, he couldn't even stand it, when out of the blue, Chris had had enough and smack the dog on the head so hard it yelped. I was standing there in shock. I had to immediately grab my dog and walk away from the situation. This is NOT the type of place that I want to work, nor would I EVER recommend that anyone I know send their dogs to this establishment. How dare you put a hand on another persons animal! How dare you touch something that is so helpless and so excited to be around people that he has to jump to get close to you! Clearly I am still very upset with this whole thing. And to make matters worse, he showed no remorse. He actually said to me, "guess he won't be jumping up anymore" and laughed. I simply said, yeah, because you beat the shit out of him, and walked away. The very next morning I ended up calling the owner because my intention was to quit, but before doing that I had to let the owner know what was going on in his establishment. I've met this guy a total of one time in three months and that was for five minutes. If this were my place, I would want someone to tell me what one of my "managers" was going. Our conversation ended up being 45 minutes and within it he offered me a manager role. I said I would have to think about it, and I will. So, we'll see what happens tomorrow when I show up to work and see if this guy is still there. If he is, I'm walking out and they can deal with the repercussions of it all. I'm at this job to be an advocate for animals, not to blame them for things they don't know better about.
And then we go from bad to worse... I was so excited to go out to dinner with a friend of mine. I hadn't seen her in such a long time and even longer since she went out by herself. We have a wonderful meal and decide to go have a nightcap to end our evening. We pull up to a bar and park at our neighborhood Rite Aid. There were no signs, that I could see telling us that we couldn't park there, so we did. Head into the bar for a few cocktails and around 11:30 head out into the.....HOLY SHIT WHERE IS MY CAR!?!?!?!???!?! You know that feeling when you've already had a bad day and you think to yourself, what else could possibly go wrong? Have your car towed! So, we call the number on the sign, which was apparently outside the parking lot, only to discover that the "nice" lady on the phone didn't have our cars on their lot. To make matters worse, apparently the lot where are cars were, didn't have a phone. So, essentially, we were screwed. With the lot address in our phone GPS, we try to hail down a cab. I'm going to go ahead and say that this cab driver was a God thing because we were passed by about 14 cabs before one actually stopped. Of course he didn't take credit cards, but he was willing to drive us around to try and find this place. My initial thought is why, wouldn't he, he's a cab driver. So, we follow the GPS to a location which happened to be in the middle of a river. No way, can't be correct. So we turn right and go down a very scary ally to a Hertz dealership where the security guy came out and told us he had no idea where we were trying to go. This is when I was starting to have to pee. I could probably only last a few more minutes before I might explode. So, we head up to the local gas station, because let's be honest, I'm not going to last much longer and if anyone is going to know the area, it would be someone that works at a gas station, right? Well, I was half right. Peeing was instant relief which bought us a few more hours of time. However, the attendant was a little less helpful. Not only was his English a little rusty, but his directions were even worse. He had no idea where we were trying to, so off we go to call the "sweet" little lady at A1 towing. Thankfully this time, she picks up. By now she has recognized Jenny's voice and is beginning to get irritated with us because clearly her directions have worked up to this point. She "politely" gives Jenny a different address because "if you're putting the address into the GPS, you have to put in this one". OMG, you have to be kidding me. Did you think we were walking there? However, low and behold, IT'S THE SAME DAMN SPOT WE'VE CIRCLED FOR THE LAST 45 MINUTES! It was as we were making our 4th turn past Big Ben and Parliament that our cab driver spots a tow truck with some cars on the bed. Being WAY more clear headed than Jenny and I put together, he decides to follow this maniac. This guy is weaving all over a parking lot and driving like a complete moron. I honestly can't believe that we're following him as bad as he's driving. He finally pulls over in front of an IHOP (well of course the poor soul has to eat), where he hops out of his truck, HIGH as a kite and we roll down the window to see if he knows where this place is. He is a tow truck driver so if anyone is going to know.....oh for the love of God, this bozo doesn't know either?!?!? WTF! Did someone just take my car? At this point it would have been easier to call the cops to report my car stolen than to continue through this mess. Although "helpful Hal" did point us in some direction, we're just not sure where it was. So, without much option, we followed where he told us to go. "You go down this one road here (main highway), than take this first left, I don't know the name of the street (major intersection), take your first right by the bus terminal, and take it all the way down where it ends on Balls street". Okay, now I know he's making shit up. There is no street in Crystal City named Balls street and to be honest, if I wanted to mess with people, I think that would be an extremely creative way of how to do it. I just wasn't in the mood. At this exact moment, I'm starting to get really pissed, really tired, and really worried that I'm going to have to take this cab home, wake my parents up to try to help me find my car. So, we head down following the directions. We still haven't stopped at an ATM to get cash and since we actually knew where we were, we decided now was as good a time as any. So, Jenny hops out of the car and the cab driver and I begin to have our heart to heart. He starts telling me how bad he feels for us. That last week he was robbed, at gun point, in his cab, then his cab was actually towed the same exact day. I felt that I was either drunk and hearing this story incorrectly, which I really don't believe I was, or this guy had the worst possible luck. But through all that he continues to tell me that it was a God thing. He believe that God was either saving him from something worse that could have happened to him that night, or building him up for something wonderful that is going to happen to him in the future. My mouth was literally agape when Jenny walked back into the cab. This wonderful human being had been driving the two of us around for the past hour listening to us bitch about our problems and he was held at gunpoint. Kudos my man. My problems are anything compared to that. So, we continue our journey, following the half ass directions we received from the tow truck driver, when we never came upon Balls St. Shocking, I know. So, we turn back around and head to the hotel where maybe we could find a desk clerk or another cab driver who might know where this place is. We pull up and find a guy sitting in his cab right outside the hotel. Another shock, HE has no idea where this place is. Now, our cab driver is calling the tow place. Luckily we get our "friend" on the phone again and in the nicest way, he starts asking for directions. Clearly, this lady has had a long night and not in the mood to deal with the language barrier she is coming across with him. So, he hands me the phone and I start talking. Although a majority of my life has been spent in customer service, I do not expect someone on the other end of the phone to EVER be rude to me at 1:30 in the morning, when I've been driving around for an hour and a half trying to find my car on the BS address you gave us. So, I simply asked for directions. In the middle of her giving me the address again, I simply said, please don't give me the address again. We've been driving around for half the night....when I was cut off "If you want directions, you need to shut up!" I was floored. Not even my own family speaks to me that way. The edge in which I was teetering on had been decided. I am now full on pissed at this C U iN Toledo. And I HATE that word, but in reality, it's the only one that fits for her. This grown-up just told me to shut up, when I'm trying to find my car. I'm sorry, YOU took this from me. YOU! And I've been driving around this city, in which I lived a majority of my life and have no idea where you are. Thankfully, she handed the phone over to someone that knew where we were and got us to the actual lot. The one lane, dark, deserted road in which this place was located was only missing fog and the scary music for it to be my complete nightmare location. There is NO way, on a double dog dare, that I would EVER go down this street by myself, at night. I know I can be dramatic, but there is a reason scary movies exist. So, our extremely kind, saint of a cab driver, drives us up to the lot, which was monitored by a Biggest Loser contestant in a very small shack, that I was convinced was an outhouse at one point. He waits for us to get our cars and never even turned the meter on. This guy was and is an amazing human being. Jenny still gave him $60, which will never be enough for what this man did for us.
The moral of the story is this kids: No matter how bad you think your day can get, if you haven't had a gun pulled on you, it's a pretty good day!
So, now that the good is out of the way, let's focus on the rest of the weekend, because let me be honest, this Pebble Beach information came early evening on Friday. Ahhh Saturday, a day that will go down in the record books. It all seemed normal when I woke up. I was excited that the only thing I really had going on was that I had to work from 2-6. I mean, anyone can do anything for four hours, right? And even that was going smoothly. The dogs were behaving, there weren't too many terrible dogs, so it seemed like this was an easy night for me. As five o'clock rolled around, my "manager" told me to start crating up my dogs for the night. Let me go on record by saying that technically we aren't supposed to leave work until 8 to allow the dogs extra time to play before they go in their crates, so five o'clock is EXTREMELY early for dogs to go down for the night. Especially if they aren't supposed to be out of their crates in the morning until 8:30. That's a really long time for a dog to stay in a crate and I hate when this guy asks me to put these dogs up so early. But, I'm a doer so I did. But then I realized that he was just crating these smaller dogs so that he could bring the bigger ones in. Which made absolutely no sense, nor was it fair to the dogs to allow them to have to sit in a crate while watching the other dogs play. So I spoke up and said, you know what Chris, just leave them out, I'll watch them all play. It's only fair. Well, only one dog was left in the crate because Chris was trying to fix a screw that had fallen off. Now, please keep in mind that the dog in the crate was an adoption dog, not trained, and not fixed. So all you animal lovers out there know that this dog was a wee bit hyper. Can't help it, doesn't know any different. So, as a hyper dog, he started jumping. He wanted so much attention, he couldn't even stand it, when out of the blue, Chris had had enough and smack the dog on the head so hard it yelped. I was standing there in shock. I had to immediately grab my dog and walk away from the situation. This is NOT the type of place that I want to work, nor would I EVER recommend that anyone I know send their dogs to this establishment. How dare you put a hand on another persons animal! How dare you touch something that is so helpless and so excited to be around people that he has to jump to get close to you! Clearly I am still very upset with this whole thing. And to make matters worse, he showed no remorse. He actually said to me, "guess he won't be jumping up anymore" and laughed. I simply said, yeah, because you beat the shit out of him, and walked away. The very next morning I ended up calling the owner because my intention was to quit, but before doing that I had to let the owner know what was going on in his establishment. I've met this guy a total of one time in three months and that was for five minutes. If this were my place, I would want someone to tell me what one of my "managers" was going. Our conversation ended up being 45 minutes and within it he offered me a manager role. I said I would have to think about it, and I will. So, we'll see what happens tomorrow when I show up to work and see if this guy is still there. If he is, I'm walking out and they can deal with the repercussions of it all. I'm at this job to be an advocate for animals, not to blame them for things they don't know better about.
And then we go from bad to worse... I was so excited to go out to dinner with a friend of mine. I hadn't seen her in such a long time and even longer since she went out by herself. We have a wonderful meal and decide to go have a nightcap to end our evening. We pull up to a bar and park at our neighborhood Rite Aid. There were no signs, that I could see telling us that we couldn't park there, so we did. Head into the bar for a few cocktails and around 11:30 head out into the.....HOLY SHIT WHERE IS MY CAR!?!?!?!???!?! You know that feeling when you've already had a bad day and you think to yourself, what else could possibly go wrong? Have your car towed! So, we call the number on the sign, which was apparently outside the parking lot, only to discover that the "nice" lady on the phone didn't have our cars on their lot. To make matters worse, apparently the lot where are cars were, didn't have a phone. So, essentially, we were screwed. With the lot address in our phone GPS, we try to hail down a cab. I'm going to go ahead and say that this cab driver was a God thing because we were passed by about 14 cabs before one actually stopped. Of course he didn't take credit cards, but he was willing to drive us around to try and find this place. My initial thought is why, wouldn't he, he's a cab driver. So, we follow the GPS to a location which happened to be in the middle of a river. No way, can't be correct. So we turn right and go down a very scary ally to a Hertz dealership where the security guy came out and told us he had no idea where we were trying to go. This is when I was starting to have to pee. I could probably only last a few more minutes before I might explode. So, we head up to the local gas station, because let's be honest, I'm not going to last much longer and if anyone is going to know the area, it would be someone that works at a gas station, right? Well, I was half right. Peeing was instant relief which bought us a few more hours of time. However, the attendant was a little less helpful. Not only was his English a little rusty, but his directions were even worse. He had no idea where we were trying to, so off we go to call the "sweet" little lady at A1 towing. Thankfully this time, she picks up. By now she has recognized Jenny's voice and is beginning to get irritated with us because clearly her directions have worked up to this point. She "politely" gives Jenny a different address because "if you're putting the address into the GPS, you have to put in this one". OMG, you have to be kidding me. Did you think we were walking there? However, low and behold, IT'S THE SAME DAMN SPOT WE'VE CIRCLED FOR THE LAST 45 MINUTES! It was as we were making our 4th turn past Big Ben and Parliament that our cab driver spots a tow truck with some cars on the bed. Being WAY more clear headed than Jenny and I put together, he decides to follow this maniac. This guy is weaving all over a parking lot and driving like a complete moron. I honestly can't believe that we're following him as bad as he's driving. He finally pulls over in front of an IHOP (well of course the poor soul has to eat), where he hops out of his truck, HIGH as a kite and we roll down the window to see if he knows where this place is. He is a tow truck driver so if anyone is going to know.....oh for the love of God, this bozo doesn't know either?!?!? WTF! Did someone just take my car? At this point it would have been easier to call the cops to report my car stolen than to continue through this mess. Although "helpful Hal" did point us in some direction, we're just not sure where it was. So, without much option, we followed where he told us to go. "You go down this one road here (main highway), than take this first left, I don't know the name of the street (major intersection), take your first right by the bus terminal, and take it all the way down where it ends on Balls street". Okay, now I know he's making shit up. There is no street in Crystal City named Balls street and to be honest, if I wanted to mess with people, I think that would be an extremely creative way of how to do it. I just wasn't in the mood. At this exact moment, I'm starting to get really pissed, really tired, and really worried that I'm going to have to take this cab home, wake my parents up to try to help me find my car. So, we head down following the directions. We still haven't stopped at an ATM to get cash and since we actually knew where we were, we decided now was as good a time as any. So, Jenny hops out of the car and the cab driver and I begin to have our heart to heart. He starts telling me how bad he feels for us. That last week he was robbed, at gun point, in his cab, then his cab was actually towed the same exact day. I felt that I was either drunk and hearing this story incorrectly, which I really don't believe I was, or this guy had the worst possible luck. But through all that he continues to tell me that it was a God thing. He believe that God was either saving him from something worse that could have happened to him that night, or building him up for something wonderful that is going to happen to him in the future. My mouth was literally agape when Jenny walked back into the cab. This wonderful human being had been driving the two of us around for the past hour listening to us bitch about our problems and he was held at gunpoint. Kudos my man. My problems are anything compared to that. So, we continue our journey, following the half ass directions we received from the tow truck driver, when we never came upon Balls St. Shocking, I know. So, we turn back around and head to the hotel where maybe we could find a desk clerk or another cab driver who might know where this place is. We pull up and find a guy sitting in his cab right outside the hotel. Another shock, HE has no idea where this place is. Now, our cab driver is calling the tow place. Luckily we get our "friend" on the phone again and in the nicest way, he starts asking for directions. Clearly, this lady has had a long night and not in the mood to deal with the language barrier she is coming across with him. So, he hands me the phone and I start talking. Although a majority of my life has been spent in customer service, I do not expect someone on the other end of the phone to EVER be rude to me at 1:30 in the morning, when I've been driving around for an hour and a half trying to find my car on the BS address you gave us. So, I simply asked for directions. In the middle of her giving me the address again, I simply said, please don't give me the address again. We've been driving around for half the night....when I was cut off "If you want directions, you need to shut up!" I was floored. Not even my own family speaks to me that way. The edge in which I was teetering on had been decided. I am now full on pissed at this C U iN Toledo. And I HATE that word, but in reality, it's the only one that fits for her. This grown-up just told me to shut up, when I'm trying to find my car. I'm sorry, YOU took this from me. YOU! And I've been driving around this city, in which I lived a majority of my life and have no idea where you are. Thankfully, she handed the phone over to someone that knew where we were and got us to the actual lot. The one lane, dark, deserted road in which this place was located was only missing fog and the scary music for it to be my complete nightmare location. There is NO way, on a double dog dare, that I would EVER go down this street by myself, at night. I know I can be dramatic, but there is a reason scary movies exist. So, our extremely kind, saint of a cab driver, drives us up to the lot, which was monitored by a Biggest Loser contestant in a very small shack, that I was convinced was an outhouse at one point. He waits for us to get our cars and never even turned the meter on. This guy was and is an amazing human being. Jenny still gave him $60, which will never be enough for what this man did for us.
The moral of the story is this kids: No matter how bad you think your day can get, if you haven't had a gun pulled on you, it's a pretty good day!
Friday, January 14, 2011
New Years Resolutions
Alright, I get it, you need one day a year that you can "start over" and basically try and trick yourself that you're going to be better than you were the day before. I'll admit, I've tried to trick myself year after year, into thinking that I could do something different this year than I have in the past. That maybe, just maybe this year might be THE year for something big to happen to me. So, instead of making my new years resolution, I would like to take a few moments to hate on the biggest new years resolution of all. In letter form.
Dear people who claim that they are going to lose weight and start working out starting the first of the year: i.e. fat people,
I gotta hand it to you, every year you think that you're going to make it past those first two weeks. And for those two weeks, you work really, really REALLY hard to get there. But let me go ahead and tell you how this ends for 90% of you. Jan. 1 you wake up refreshed, you think, no, I'm not going to have that diet soda that I normally inhale on my way into Biscuitville. Today, I'm going to have a nice glass of juice and a bowl of oatmeal. This is the year of the new me. Then, you rip the tags off your brand new workout clothes, and put on your "just out of the box" tennis shoes, and you head out the door, to the gym. And you, and your fellow resolutioners, take up ALL the parking spots at the gym. You also take up most of the equipment and the space in the classes. For the rest of us that attend the gym on a regular basis, these resolutions of yours are completely annoying. For starters, we have to completely change our routine based on the fact that for two weeks you are going to inconvenience our lives. Number 1, the fact that I now have to get to the gym 30 minutes before my scheduled class time, just to make sure I am either at the front of the line, or within enough time to have equipment at my disposal is rough. Number 2, you literally do take up every close parking space to the front door. When it's 32 degrees and my skinny ass has to haul it from the absolute end of the parking lot to the front door, it makes me not want to go. But as the door says, "Know that getting here is half the battle". Why not start your workout early, from the parking lot? Number 3, the gym I go to now is gigantic. I mean, if you take the size of a grocery store and gut it, expand it, and put gym equipment in it, that's my gym. It's huge. And the cardio equipment takes up 50% of it. That's a lot of cardio equipment. So, now you're telling me I have to wait in line to go on an elliptical for 30 minutes?!?!?! That's ridiculous! You know you're really just wasting the $40 a month that it takes to join this gym, right? You are literally only going to be here for a month, MAX. Let me be clear though, I am NOT speaking to the 10% of you out there that will succeed. I would love each and every one of you to keep at it, but I know you won't. Oh, you'll be back. Right around Spring Break time, or before bathing suit season. Thinking that if you workout hard for the next two weeks than the bathing suit, which you bought in a size smaller, will fit. And not only fit, you'll look good in it. Again, these little inconveniences in my life are a bit annoying. I'm sure I do things in your world that you wish I wouldn't. And if you point those out to me, I'll be happy to stop. But until then, if you wouldn't mind just calling a spade a spade and saving me and my fellow regular gym goers the hassle of you starting your New Years resolutions as losing weight, I would really appreciate it. Maybe start by shopping healthier. Maybe walk to the gym. Maybe I'll just start a gym, solely for the people that want to lose weight in January and April and call it New Beginnings. I'll rent out space for those two months and charge and ass load of money, which you'll pay and you can get out of this contract at the end of these months, hassle free. What's not to love about that? At least with my gym, you'll be surrounded by people just like you. The semi-motivated people that will stick with things for a month and get bored because they don't see results like the people on The Biggest Loser. I will say this in closing my letter. I wish you the best of luck with whatever the new year brings, but if you're giving up going to the gym because you're not loosing the weight as fast as you would like, think about how long it took you to gain that. That's some hard work and dedication you put into looking like that. If you put the same effort into getting in shape, the rewards will be out of this world.
I get that I'm not perfect, and I do realize that my, well you know, stinks, but honestly, for my entire life of going to the gym, this has been one of the biggest pet peves of my life. I bet the trainers and the sales staff just smell the fresh meat when they walk in the door. It honestly wouldn't bother me so much, if I didn't have to walk in the cold and the wind. When that blows right through you, forget it. I would rather hang out in my car or in the gym until the next day when it could be possibly warm.
Okay, I'm down off my soapbox now. Gotta find a silver lining around here somewhere. Going to start looking for it :o)
Enjoy the weekend everyone!
Dear people who claim that they are going to lose weight and start working out starting the first of the year: i.e. fat people,
I gotta hand it to you, every year you think that you're going to make it past those first two weeks. And for those two weeks, you work really, really REALLY hard to get there. But let me go ahead and tell you how this ends for 90% of you. Jan. 1 you wake up refreshed, you think, no, I'm not going to have that diet soda that I normally inhale on my way into Biscuitville. Today, I'm going to have a nice glass of juice and a bowl of oatmeal. This is the year of the new me. Then, you rip the tags off your brand new workout clothes, and put on your "just out of the box" tennis shoes, and you head out the door, to the gym. And you, and your fellow resolutioners, take up ALL the parking spots at the gym. You also take up most of the equipment and the space in the classes. For the rest of us that attend the gym on a regular basis, these resolutions of yours are completely annoying. For starters, we have to completely change our routine based on the fact that for two weeks you are going to inconvenience our lives. Number 1, the fact that I now have to get to the gym 30 minutes before my scheduled class time, just to make sure I am either at the front of the line, or within enough time to have equipment at my disposal is rough. Number 2, you literally do take up every close parking space to the front door. When it's 32 degrees and my skinny ass has to haul it from the absolute end of the parking lot to the front door, it makes me not want to go. But as the door says, "Know that getting here is half the battle". Why not start your workout early, from the parking lot? Number 3, the gym I go to now is gigantic. I mean, if you take the size of a grocery store and gut it, expand it, and put gym equipment in it, that's my gym. It's huge. And the cardio equipment takes up 50% of it. That's a lot of cardio equipment. So, now you're telling me I have to wait in line to go on an elliptical for 30 minutes?!?!?! That's ridiculous! You know you're really just wasting the $40 a month that it takes to join this gym, right? You are literally only going to be here for a month, MAX. Let me be clear though, I am NOT speaking to the 10% of you out there that will succeed. I would love each and every one of you to keep at it, but I know you won't. Oh, you'll be back. Right around Spring Break time, or before bathing suit season. Thinking that if you workout hard for the next two weeks than the bathing suit, which you bought in a size smaller, will fit. And not only fit, you'll look good in it. Again, these little inconveniences in my life are a bit annoying. I'm sure I do things in your world that you wish I wouldn't. And if you point those out to me, I'll be happy to stop. But until then, if you wouldn't mind just calling a spade a spade and saving me and my fellow regular gym goers the hassle of you starting your New Years resolutions as losing weight, I would really appreciate it. Maybe start by shopping healthier. Maybe walk to the gym. Maybe I'll just start a gym, solely for the people that want to lose weight in January and April and call it New Beginnings. I'll rent out space for those two months and charge and ass load of money, which you'll pay and you can get out of this contract at the end of these months, hassle free. What's not to love about that? At least with my gym, you'll be surrounded by people just like you. The semi-motivated people that will stick with things for a month and get bored because they don't see results like the people on The Biggest Loser. I will say this in closing my letter. I wish you the best of luck with whatever the new year brings, but if you're giving up going to the gym because you're not loosing the weight as fast as you would like, think about how long it took you to gain that. That's some hard work and dedication you put into looking like that. If you put the same effort into getting in shape, the rewards will be out of this world.
I get that I'm not perfect, and I do realize that my, well you know, stinks, but honestly, for my entire life of going to the gym, this has been one of the biggest pet peves of my life. I bet the trainers and the sales staff just smell the fresh meat when they walk in the door. It honestly wouldn't bother me so much, if I didn't have to walk in the cold and the wind. When that blows right through you, forget it. I would rather hang out in my car or in the gym until the next day when it could be possibly warm.
Okay, I'm down off my soapbox now. Gotta find a silver lining around here somewhere. Going to start looking for it :o)
Enjoy the weekend everyone!
Monday, January 3, 2011
Best Year Ever!
So, I'm sure that most bloggers during this week are focusing on their New Years Resolutions or all the things in their lives that they are thankful for and hope to continue to be thankful for for many years to come. And I could do all that, but not today. No, no, today we are focusing on the greatest day of my life. New Years Day, 2011. Although it started kind of rough at 5:45 in the morning, followed by a brief jog to the train station, ten minutes away, it lead to the most amazing time that I could ever describe. Allow me to tell you all about the day. Alarm goes off at 5:45, as I mentioned, but it wasn't like I'd been sleeping at all. No, Laura and I were designated to a very tiny couch with springs that poked you in every place imaginable. And when you moved, the other person physically lifted off the bed. So, when you laid down, that is where you were to stay, for the entire night. This tiny slice of heaven was then followed up by the fact that during the night, my brothers two knuckle head room mates thought it was okay to turn off the heat and allow whatever was happening outside of their rooms to suffer. I didn't know that people actually turned the heat off in the winter. So, on top of the fact that stirring would wake the other person in the bed, you didn't really want to move because the spot you had worked so hard at making warm was now cooling down. All in all, sleeping that night was a luxury I was not afforded, which really sucks more when you add in that the night before I was only allowed 5 hours of sleep before boarding a plane. To say I was sleepy was an understatement. But there was no time for grumpiness this day. We were on a schedule and we had to keep it. However, due to the fact we were so tired, moving quickly was a little difficult. It took us 5 minutes just to thaw out, so we got behind schedule a little bit. Which meant that we had to book it at 6:15 am to make a train by 6:25, because if you missed that train, who knows when we would be leaving. Did I mention that in this process we were delayed a little longer due to the fact that we could not find the $100 bill that Laura had in her purse. Yeah, it was a rough 30 minutes. So, safely on the train for the next hour, we were able to relax and wonder just where we get off this sucker. Oh, and when exactly are we going to eat. As we transfer to our final train, we are greeted by a sea of red and white Wisconsin fans. It wasn't the only way I knew we were going the right way, but it was the moment I started to get annoyed they were there, and in droves! For the next 20 minutes, I'm staring at the map and wondering which stop we need to get off at. We were given no directions and there was no information on the website for the Rose Parade that told us which stop the route started and which stop the route ended. So, I assumed we were following the direction of the route and the beginning would be the last stop. Oh no, that was wrong, so we went one stop too far, had to turn back around, wait for the next train, which took another 10 minutes which now has us at 7:40. Parade starts at 8 and apparently our seats are at the front of it. And they don't stop for two girls that just didn't know where they were going. Finally at our destination, it is 7:45, we have 15 minutes to run 6 blocks up, two blocks over, and three blocks up again. We've been up for 2 hours, slept zero hours and had nothing to eat. We were in bad shape. Not to mention the fact that we had to RUN, RUN, RUN all the way to our seats. Which no one happened to mention was uphill, THE WHOLE WAY. By the time we sat down, at 7:57 we contemplated whether or not this whole thing was a good idea. Let me go on record by saying, YES, absolutely, 100%, no doubt in my mind how awesome it was. Sure it was cold, and by cold, I mean I literally lost feeling in my right foot and left hand. EVEN with hand warmers. They might call it sunny California, but if you are hidden beneath the shade of an orange tree, there might be very few things colder. However, these were our seats!!
Yes, this IS the start of the parade and that IS the NBC tower. I couldn't believe it! Whatever was supposed to happen, happened with us first! I almost felt bad being so tired at that point because I felt I couldn't appreciate what was happening around me to the full extent. So, as float after float passed us and the Wisconsin float passed, we started to anticipate when our amazing TCU float would be making an appearance, when then...
Full disclosure: There are very few things that hype me up as much as anything to do with TCU. I couldn't believe we were actually there! For our beloved Frogs no less. Yes, that is me screaming! I was like a kid at Christmas. AND I was sober, at that point. I probably couldn't have been more excited if I had actually been in the parade. Although the thought did cross my mind to just follow out the ending police cars to get people asking questions who was that crazy lady at the end of the parade, but we had some more walking to do.
As we were sitting at the parade, we were surrounded by locals who were giving us directions as to the easiest way to get to the game. The ticket website told us to take a shuttle, but Marge and her husband Larry (totally made up names) told us just to continue down the road which would take us right to the stadium. My thought was, if these two older people could do it, there is no way that Laura and I would be outwitted. However, huge suggestion of what not to do when figuring out how long it's going to take you, check your GPS on your phone. If you are already tired of walking, hungry enough to eat your travel partner, and tired of seeing red all around, you should probably not walk 1.3 miles to a stadium. Or, if you do check, make sure that the people who have your beer, that you are supposed to be tailgating with, are there, when they say they are going to be. Which ours were not. Here's how this whole thing went down....we leave the parade, text our tail gating buddies. They are "on their way". We are starving, tired, and I have to pee really bad. 10 minutes into our walk, we encounter little angels selling cookies, chips, and soda on the side of the road. I honestly would have given them all the money in my wallet, but they gave you three cookies for a dollar, so why waste the extra?!?!? I realized that I was so hungry that three cookies actually filled me up. So with one obstacle out of the way, we now needed to find a bathroom. Armed with the knowledge that this would not be my first trip to the port-o-jon, I wanted to find somewhere that wasn't too crowed at the moment. Luckily, I think God must have been looking down on me because right outside the stadium was herd of toilets with no one waiting. As I was emptying what seemed to be everything I drank for the past two days, I couldn't help but overhearing the "lovely" Wisconsin fans taunting a TCU fan to take a beer bong hit. Little did I know that this fan was old enough to be my dad, but in the true spirit of the game, the guy took it. I was so proud to be a Horned Frog at that moment. Even when the chips and the population is stacked against us, we still show up. So now, with both issues out of the way, we still don't have our beer. We now head over to the Pizza Slice area because hey, those cookies are going to disappear soon. We decide to forgo the eating, for right now and get right down to business. It's time for a beer. We've walked about 3 miles, ran most of it, who doesn't deserve a beer or two after that. So, we belly up to the bar and order two beers a piece. Why waste the time, honestly? TWENTY DOLLARS LATER we walk away. I would say it's the best $20 I've ever spent, but I really couldn't. The beer was definitely not going to make me stronger, but perhaps invincible. So we start to walk around the little village and notice a sign outside of the Taco Bell truck that said, FREE TACOS. Now you're speaking our language. By this time I'm already through my first 20 ounces of beer and onto the next. By the way, we still don't know where our tailgating friends are and we've been hanging out a good 45 minutes now. So, we continue to walk around until my phone finally tells us the location of tailgate, which happens to be NO WHERE around where we are. So, once again we are off walking. About seven minutes into our journey our white knight pulls up in a golf cart and offers us a ride to closer to where our tail gate is. This guy could not have shown up at a better time. I swear I was close to having bloody stumps at that point. Yes, I had tennis shoes on, but there is honestly only so much walking one girl can do. Oh, by the way, for those of you keeping track at home, it is now noon, and we have only eaten 3 cookies, a free taco and 40 ounces of beer. I am feeling AMAZING! 7 minutes later we arrive at the tailgate. Not much to report here, or that I want to share at this point, but we down about 6 beers a piece in the next hour and a half with only a tiny sandwich roll to eat. So now, we are about 10 beers in, on an empty stomach and heading into the game. As we hit our seats I am bombarded by the overwhelming feeling of having to pee again. I think I can hold it until after kickoff, but you know after you've been drinking, you just think you might actually pee your pants if you don't go at that exact moment. And you also know there is a line about 25 people deep out there and if you don't act now, you might pee in the seats. So, I went....to the bathroom, of course. Luckily I made it in the nick of time before kickoff. However, everyone around us was pounding food. Although I wasn't hungry, I knew we needed to eat something, but we didn't. It was just way too exciting. So, as halftime rolled around, Laura looked at me and told me we needed more beer. I disagreed because I had had enough, but her logic was not flawed and I knew I just had to follow along. Our first stop, the beer tent. So that we could wait in line for food with our beers, of course. As we stood in the MONSTER line, I guess I made friends with the guys in front of us, because the next thing I know, the third quarter is over, and we have two new fresh beers in our hands, nachos and a hot dog. These two wanted to continue to chat, but I wasn't here to make friends. We make it back to our seats for the next, greatest 30 minutes of my life. If you want to know how the game was actually played, you should have seen it on TV, but if you thought my screaming at the parade was a lot, you should have seen my craziness at the end of the game. I was jumping, and screaming, and high fiving EVERYONE around me. I was going NUTS! It's amazing how the Little Sisters of the Blind can over take such a tremendous power house of Wisconsin. No one really thought we could do it, but we did. That stadium had easily 8 fans to our 1 and we still beat them. It was a celebration of celebrations. These might not be the best pictures, but that's all I got on my phone.
It's honestly the little things in life that make the biggest difference. Yes, we had to walk the ENTIRE way back and retrace our entire trip. And yes, in total, I'm sure we walked over 6 miles, drank 14 beers and were up 21 hours. But honestly, I would do it all again the exact same if that last picture held true.
I'm really looking forward to 2011. So far it's been a hell of a year!
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