When Your Past Life Stalks You

The beginning of my adult life was pretty crazy, mostly because I was still a teenager and acting like an idiot rather than acting like an adult. I was working for a big name discount airfare company where 90% of the employees were under 30 years old, uneducated, and making TOO MUCH MONEY for people qualified to do nothing other than work at a tanning salon. The best description of my time there would best be described as what 13th grade would be like if there was such a thing. It was a cross between 90210 and The Office with all the added drama of Melrose Place.

I began working part-time/after school at Cheap Flights when I was 16 years old. It was the easiest job ever and I was getting paid $10/hr under the table for showing up on weekdays to tackle mindless office duties. I had it made considering all of my friends were working weekends and shitty hours at Baskin Robbins or working retail in the mall for minimum wage at $4.25/hr. The added bonus to the pay was the fact that there were tons of cute boys working there who made more money than they knew what to do with. I would flirt with all the boys and hear stories about their glorious parties but was never invited out or a part of their crew because I was still jail bait in the eyes of the law.

When I turned 18 in the summer of '96, everything changed. I started working full-time and the boys were quick to holler and invite me and my friends out to their house parties. These guys were all renting homes with swimming pools and old enough to buy booze legally. Needless to say, every single night was a party and I became a permanent fixture at their parties. I started hooking up with one of the guys (who happened to be the group weed dealer) and by default we became boyfriend/girlfriend. He was a cool guy to hang out with and I liked him, but looking back, I realized that what I really liked was being a part of the group. I didn't know it at the time but, I was using him.

About a year into our relationship I knew that this was not going to work out as he was not the guy for me. Our priorities were far too different. At 18 years old, all I really wanted to do was take my earnings and get fucked up, shop, and go out. Well, my 23 year old boyfriend had obviously already done that and was content sitting at home, getting high, and watching the X-Files. I tried to break up with him a number of times and it didn't work. Who knew that someone could elect to NOT ACCEPT your reasons for breaking up with them? Any reason I had for wanting to go out and be single was countered with changes he would make to allow it. He didn't care if I went out every night with my friends, in fact he gave me his car to use. He didn't care what I did as long as he could still be with me. He threatened suicide if we broke up and I was not really equipped to deal with that, so I started leading a double life.

I started lying about everything and anything. Made up stories where I was going, what I was doing, and who I was doing it with. I dated different guys and even two of his best friends and everyone knew about it, it was crazy and I don't know how I kept everything straight. He found out that I was with one of his friends and even though I admitted it, he still wouldn't let me go. It was a total joke.

Three years into our relationship, he FINALLY gave up after it was revealed that I had been in another relationship with his best friend (who worked with us) for the past 10 months of our "relationship." This was revealed on-board a yacht at sea during our company holiday party. In the end, I ruined his life and changed jobs and I haven't seen him since. He was never the same after that. He gave up on life, lost his job, moved home with his mom, and focused on making music and producing beats for wannabe hip hop artists. About 6 years ago he completed an album and devoted a whole track to me. I never got my hands on it but my sister heard it and said it was the biggest dis she had ever heard and she really couldn't believe it was about me.

It's not a period of my life that I'm proud of, I'm actually pretty embarrassed about it. I'm a completely different person these days and don't really think much about him or that period I was with him. I feel bad about the way I treated him but it's all in the past and I'm not going to dwell on it. But, I have to have a reason for bringing all of this up, right?

After my workout last night, I walked into Trader Joe's to do a little grocery shopping for the week. I take my basket down the 1st aisle and start loading up on fruits and veggies, I reach for some sliced turkey breast and this girl walks in front of me, grabs something, and moves on. As I pick up the lunch meat I realize that the girl is my ex boyfriends little sister. When I turn around I see her standing with his/her mom talking and realize I've been recognized. So, I freak out and decide to pretend that I didn't notice them and continue shopping, because what do I really have to say to them? "Hey, sorry I ruined your son/brother's life and by the way how is he?" I don't care how he is and I look like hell and am in no mood for small talk.

Next thing you know they take out their CELL PHONES and start SNAPPING PICS of me shopping in the grocery store! Following me around the produce section and taking pictures! Now, I'm really starting to panic, why? I have no idea, I hadn't even thought through what I would say should I ever run into them and more so what I would say after I noticed them taking pics of me on their cell phones. So I decide that I need to leave and bolted the opposite way, to the frozen food section, at the other end of the store. I figured I could pick up a few items I needed and be in the check-out line before they made it past the other 6 aisles. Wrong! As I'm picking up some asparagus spears, lo and behold, his sister shows up in the frozen foods aisle, a whole SIX aisles away from where I just ran into them! I really had no idea what to do, I've never really been stalked in a grocery store, so I just played dumb and kept trying to find things that I was looking for before just giving up and making my way to the check stand.

Like an asshole I immediately reach for my crutch cell phone and start making calls to my roomie, friends, ANYONE who will talk to me so that I can carry on pretending to be acting normal. I finally made it out of the store and think I'm in the clear while I load up the car with my purchases, but then of course there they are just sitting in their car watching and staring. I got the hell out of there without having to make small talk, but left totally stressed out by the situation. It was so weird and completely bizarre and now every time I go to Trader Joe's I'm going to be looking over my shoulder. I hate it when my local spots are compromised by people you don't want to run into.

Hi, Nice To Meet You

* This is a guest post from the wondrous Tux who visited us last weekend. Lilo and I are still working on our post to cover the events of the 3 day weekend and as soon as we recover and get our thoughts together, we will post it!

This past weekend I flew down to LA for my umpth interview to meet with yet again, a company that I have been talking/interviewing with for the past three months. After hearing that I will have to come back in a couple of weeks for ANOTHER meeting, I needed some good friends and cocktails. Enter Guido’s 32nd birthday extravaganza.

The 3 day shenanigans began at Los Toros, an outstanding restaurant where coincidentally I met Guido about 3 years ago. Being that I haven’t lived in LA for the past couple of years, I didn’t know many of the 20+ people there, so I slowly but surely began my quest to meet, greet, and be merry.

Of course everyone that Guido et al, is friends with, happen to be collectively the best group of people EVER. Let me repeat, EVER. I may even get BFF necklaces and buddy bracelets for all.

So here’s a little diddy, I’d like to tell, about a group of people I’ve come to know so well:

Our journey began at the Toros that is Los,
with a party that was the bombest of the bomb,
So good in fact, too many margs were drank
and my new friend Mami vom’d

I met Mr. Glor and the Z Clan, oh my
a family that was ever so witty
Armed with one dollar bills the party continued
at a Kitty that was ever so Shitty

Skid seemed to always be front and center
encouraging all to get lit
Shots upon shots, beers upon beers
we managed to build a bridge, and just get over it

There were football squares, with cash to be won
with McBride managing the dough
Yet he took it on the run babe, cause that’s the way he wants it babe
and made out like R.E.O.

I finally met the famous TJ
and a new friend I did get
Yet the deal was sealed in a karaoke song
when he serenaded just like Keith Sweat

I learned that the Ringleader and Lilo
touch themselves over and over again
They even name names, which was great entertainment
Especially amongst the men

So I’d like to thank Guido, and everyone else involved
for one of the best weekends ever
And I’ll go ahead and give a shout out to myself
for making a post that’s so clever

xoxo,

Tux

Confession

As of last night at Guido's birthday party (part 1 ) I was made aware of the fact that The Random knows and has read this blog. While I have my suspicions about how he came to know this information that is not what is important at this point...

I have to say that I am a little embarrassed about all of this mostly because I made some gnar declarations of love like. The bottom line is Did I want him to read this? No. Is it a relief that he has read it and finally knows how I really felt? Yes.

I considered deleting the blogs about The Random, deleting the whole blog, or even retiring but I decided that doing those things would be chicken shit. I write about how I feel in that moment and although at times it can be really messy,in the end this is my life.

Two Things Pushing Me Over The Edge Today

Today is DRAGGING. I'm trying REALLY hard to stick to my new meal plans and eating healthy and I think that is part of the reason my level of irritation is so high today. Usually when I am bored, I find something to snack on but I am trying to wait it out until dinner tonight.

What pushed me over the edge was a telephone call I just took from one of my colleagues clients who is in Asia and trying to change a really complicated itinerary. This lady would not accept what I was telling her regarding the rules of the ticket she has purchased. Normally, I try not to go into detail regarding fares because it's like trying to explain physics to a child and because airline rules and fares DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE. I didn't make the rules, I just interpret them! Well, this lady did not want to accept the rules and she broke out with one of my LEAST FAVORITE phrases EVER:

"In other words..."

I HATE IT. I hate it when people say "So, in other words..." and then completely rearrange your words to suit their liking. They just twist the words, as if by twisting them around they open a loophole which let's them have their way. I don't know what it is or if people think that saying "In other words..." is some sort of renegotiating term or something. It's fucking irritating and responding to their statement that follows it hard to follow without wanting to punch them in the face. I find it hard to NOT be rude, all I want to say is "What the fuck is wrong with the words I just said?" I mean accept the fact that the answer is NO and there is NO WAY around it. Instead I say things like "You're obviously not listening to what I said" or "You are completely misinterpreting it." How about you focus on MY words and not these other words you are so keen on using? I went around and around in circles for about 30 minutes with this lady before she finally understood that what she was looking for did not exist and gave up.

After the phone call I was SO IRRITATED that I really just wanted a cigarette. Don't know if I just wanted to get up from my desk and go outside or because I wanted to do something aside from eat but I really needed to smoke. Of course the smoker in my office is on vacation and I have no one to bum a cig from, so I go and buy a pack from the cafe in my building, because I need a smoke THAT BAD...

I step outside and am enjoying my cigarette when some random nutjob lady walks up to me and says:

Nut Job: "Why are you hurting yourself like this? Your poor lungs, do you know what your insides are going through right now? Don't you care about yourself?"

Me: She has got to be fucking kidding me. "I'm really irritated and having a rough day. I don't usually smoke but today I went and bought some." (why am I explaining myself to her?)

NJ: "You are ruining your life and killing yourself! Are your problems and irritations that bad? Why would you damage yourself like this? Won't this make everything even worse? I wish you could just FLUFF the irritations off, just let them roll off."

Me: "Yes, I know it's bad for you and right now I really don't care about anything other than smoking this cigarette." Please walk the FUCK away lady or I'm going to LOSE IT!

NJ: "I mean you are so young and beautiful and you are wearing my favorite color. Please stop doing this to yourself! I love you and want you to live." WTF her favorite color has to do with saving me, I will never know.

And then she starts raising her hand towards the sky as if she is praying for me.

NJ: "I'm praying for you."

Me: "Jesus Christ gimme a break"


This day needs to END.

I Never Thought I'd Be One

My Roomie, the hardest working trainer in LA, is dating a new boy. And by "boy" I REALLY mean BOY! He's 23 years old, FRESH out of college where he played college football and recently was recruited to play arena football here in Los Angeles...before the league collapsed. So he basically moved out to LA for a job that he got and now he has no job and is living in LA, with his parents.

My Roomie and the kid had their 1st date on Monday night while me and my friend M were chillin/watching some tv at my place. After their date, my Roomie brought the kid back to our place to meet the Roomie/Me, you know because we secretly think the other can spot a lying scumbag. Maybe practice makes perfect, I'll let you know if it happens...

So this 6"5 beast of a football player comes in and you could tell M is completely baffled by the post date-date with "friends" where this kid has to get the seal of approval from 16 people.*

Anyways, this kid is GLORIOUS! So funny and entertaining, to say the least. For someone who's life experience is limited to college/keg stands/beer pong tournaments and playing college football, the kid really has a good head on his shoulders. Knowing my Roomie and her penchant for guys that look like this, I totally expected a complete meathead to walk through the door. The 4 of us stayed up on a school night well past midnight and even M stayed, he NEVER stays past 10pm! Needless to say we're all big fans of the kid and while we don't know where this is going, we're down for the cause, the cause for my Roomie to get some action...

That is, except for me. Tonight, Roomie and the kid have a date to watch a movie at our place. All week I have had plans to go to this bar for a birthday but all of a sudden I don't feel like going. Part of me just wants to hang out at home and make this a "Roomie date". I don't know if it's just me being lazy and getting over being sick all week, or if secretly I just want to hang out and hear some interesting stories of this kid's first strip club visit while hanging out on Beale Street the week of a bowl game...

Can you say COCK BLOCK?

Maybe I need to start trolling the quads of nearby college campuses for boys. I can't believe I'm contemplating being a cock block. WHO AM I???

*That may be because M is one of those boys that likes to keep his business on the DL and by that I mean he doesn't like anyone to meet the girl he's dating...assuming he dates.

NOMINATED?

That's right and for something other than being crazy! I have to admit, I'm the only Mean Girl that wasn't a member of 20 Something bloggers...until I found out we were nominated and I had to make sure people weren't lying to me. They so totally weren't.

So, if you are a 20 something that blogs Go VOTE people!

Maybe I should Ask More Questions

Alternate Title: "Myspace Ruining Lives"

Ok so the last few times I've hung out with Emo Boy things haven't exactly gone as planned aka we haven't boned and I've been given weird reasons such as "I have to get my mood swings under control before I handle that for you" I haven't really pushed the issue.... I guess I should also mention that Emo Boy is moving to Utah in a few weeks with a girl that he has referred to as "my ride" "the girl I house sit for" "the girl whose cat I watch" "my friend" but never MY GIRLFRIEND! I will refer to her from here on as The Coug. To make things even better Emo Boy and I have hooked up at her apartment, the apartment that he said he was "house sitting". I admit when he first mentioned he was moving out of state with this girl I thought to myself "Self, hmmm... I wonder if they are together?" but I never gave it much thought after that because things were cool with Emo Boy and I like to be on a "need to know basis" (as well as the fact that my "self" doesn't really like to talk to me and ignores me most of the time but that's another post). I personally don't appreciate questions and/or interrogations about my personal life from my friends so why would I do it to someone else?



That is until I had a few drinks last night and did some myspacing. When I clicked on Emo Boy's page I saw a comment from The Coug that said " I miss you more than chocolate" so I decided to click on her page (I've tried this before and she was private, not so much anymore) when I got to her page I see that she's "in a relationship" so I continue clicking around into her photos and I find a whole album entitled "If sappy couples make you sick DON'T CLICK HERE" That's right readers a whole album dedicated to pictures of them. Awesome. As if that's not enough I see that she is also a "Proud Parent" and that her daughter has left comments on her page.... And since The Coug has her age as "69" I decide to check out her daughters page, which was private but I saw all I needed to see when I saw that The Coug's daughter is 19! So even if we give The Coug the benefit of being a teenage whore mom at say 16 that still makes The Coug 35! Thirty Fucking Five and Emo Boy is 25! Let's be honest though she is probably a lot older than that if I had to guess from her collection of self taken bikini clad myspace photos .... Oye I don't even know where to begin, it's all I can do not to cut and paste them here but I have to keep some sort of anonymity and regard for other people's privacy. She's not even a hot Cougar she is busted and I'm not just butt hurt here.



I don't understand why he wouldn't just tell me it's not like I wouldn't have hooked up with him anyway. Past that "I have a girlfriend" makes me feel a lot better about him not boning me that him saying something like "I have to get my mood swings under control first" or being all lame with comments like "You're my best girlfriend even if we don't have sex". Seriously, the only bonus about this whole situation is at least I know I'm not just defective or bad in bed. Oh and ya he wants to hang out with me tonight.... So depending on how many more vodka/sprite's I have there could very well be a part two to this post possible entitled "Maybe I Should NOT Ask More Questions"

Realistic Resolutions for me in '09

I am the first person to say that I almost NEVER stick to any resolutions made for the New Year. For this first week of 2009, I've been thinking about what goals to set for myself this year and how to actually achieve them. You know, as opposed to just coming up with ridiculous ideas about running a marathon (I lack the ability and dedication) or losing 30 pounds by eating nothing enjoyable or flavorful along with exercising 6 days a week and having no life (Roomie, I don't know how you do it!). I also know I can't have a resolution to be just skinny and pretty because I don't have the powers Evie did to gleep myself into looking like a supermodel. I need an actual way to get from point A to point B with my resolutions.

With that in mind, I've come up with a sort of theme for this year, this year will be about me taking some risks. By risks I don't mean I'm going to start doing ignorant things like putting myself in danger by jumping out of airplanes or off of cliffs into canyons, but more about getting myself out of my comfort zone and not being afraid to try things differently or mixing it up a bit. I've always been the person who craves security in everything, staying in my comfort zone is my crutch since I win this way, which is why I keep doing the same things. We all know that there are certain things we succeed at, clutch/go-to outfits for each occassion, vacations we crave, and restaurants that always dazzle but I wonder if I am limiting myself by sticking with these tried and true things? I feel like now is the perfect time to mix it up. I'm 30 years old, no kids/husband/pets, and virtually no responsibilities except making a few payments and surviving. Also with having no spouse I really don't have anyone to consider in the decision making process except for myself. As Mandy posted it the other day, I'm deciding to unapologetically embrace myself. Thanks Mandy for the inspiration!

Here are a few things I plan to do and yes I know these things are lame but at least I know I will PROBABLY actually accomplish some of these things :)

1. My hair. I have great hair, seriously. It's practically down to my ass and when I take the time to do it, it's famously unstoppable and looks straight out of a commercial for volume and body. The problem is that I don't really stray from keeping it long, layered, and golden brown with blond highlights. I mean I know it looks great like that but I am thinking I need to take a risk and make some changes! I contemplate going dark with my hair but then worry I'm going to just take it right back up to light and gold. One thing that I keep talking about is bangs, I want bangs and long hair. Bangs and hair like Rachel Bilson's here:

Am I going to regret getting bangs and having them in my face? I don't know but why don't I try it out? Maybe it would look really sexy and sassy on me? Maybe it won't be bangs afterall but I am making the resolution to take some risks with my hair and re-invent myself by trying something new.

One thing I have already done is tried out a few new hair styles. Thanks to the fab Maegan, I am expanding upon my usual ponytail hairstyle on day 2 of not washing my hair. Lately I have been rocking the low messy side bun which I achieved by checking out her techniques/Hair to's.

2. Fashion. I need to start mixing things up and trying new styles on. I've been surprising myself and actually liking some styles I never really thought I would lately and I think this is a good way of mixing things up this year. I think I have lacked the confidence I feel it takes to pull certain styles/outfits off and because of that I just sort of stick to variations of the same thing. Obviously my body hasn't remained the same in the past few years and I think that could be a reason I haven't been shopping much, because I'm no longer happy with the way things are looking on me. This year I definitely want to take some more fashion risks and experiment with some new styles and hell even throwing some COLOR into my wardrobe would be a bonus!

3. Travel. As much as I love my tried and true destinations of pleasure, I need to get out there and continue searching, exploring, and learning about the world and where it is that I belong. Where is it that I want to be? Sometimes it's not only about timing, sometimes your surroundings create the perfect timing and setting for your dreams to come true! I read this quote in my horoscope for January and it really inspired me and echoes so true to my way of thinking: "Travel is only one manifestation of a larger goal that the universe has for you: to enlarge your perspective. By the time this year is done, you will look back and say that you used to think in terms that were too narrow, and that now you have started to see the world in bigger terms and vivid colors."

Last night I was inspired by Anthony Bourdain and a past trip to Peru. Somehow watching him discover things out there inspired me, I've always wanted to go to Peru but I feel like now may be the time to go. I definitely want to do something crazy like visit a Shaman and participate in a shamanic ceremony by consuming some Ayahuasca and see how I can connect my material world with a more spiritual side.

4. Health and FitMess™. I need to find a program I can commit to that I will enjoy doing or at least LEARN to enjoy. Perhaps I need to mix up my routine (current lack of routine) with a few things and incorporate activities as opposed to sweating away in a stinky gym. At this point I'm looking at alternate methods of achieving my FitMess™ goals, maybe some random award system for myself to stay involved and keep moving forward.

5. School. I need to figure it out and make some decisions as to what I want to do so I can proceed in that direction. Am I going to go back to school? Do I want to stay within my current industry and pursue something like travel journalism? I definitely have my own way of traveling and visiting new places, would it interest people aside from myself? Maybe someone wants to hire me for a new version of Wild On? Or would I rather learn more about cooking techniques and find a way into becoming a food and beverage manager somewhere fab? How about hosting my own cooking show catered to people who have the munchies...I've been known to MacGyver a gourmet meal out of random ingredients and make the stoners swoon ;)

These are a few of the things I am thinking of for now. Little random risks and changes I can make just to get outside of my normal life. Don't get me wrong, I do love my life and am so blessed to have the luxuries I have and to see the places I have seen! But I wonder, is it enough for me to be content in life but not challenged or confident but never really daring to be different?

I'm thinking along the lines of YOUR TIME IS NOW, SOLDIER! 2009 is in full swing and I'm ready to do this.

My Last Weekend Of 2008

I really said goodbye to 2008 in a big way. I started the last weekend of the year Friday night partying with some friends at South when I got a text from Emo Boy that he was house sitting for his parents and had the spa on if I wanted to come over. So I left the bar and headed over to his place where he was drinking whiskey, heavily, after a few drinks myself and a dip in the spa I was wandering around the house in a towel as was he. Except my towel managed to stay on until I found clothes to change into whereas his seemed to fall off a lot and each time it prompted an interesting round of hip gyration/thrusting. I obviously though that this was some form of Emo Boy mating deal but I was wrong.... I went upstairs to change and I as I was coming down the stairs I slipped and fell on my back (smooth I know) while I was laying on the couch trying not to let anyone notice I had just FALLEN DOWN THE STAIRS Emo boy comes over, sits next to me, and begins to tell me how I'm "his best girlfriend even if we don't have sex", which we did not. FAIL.

Saturday started off with a text from The Random to "call him" and because I enjoy watching train wrecks that involve my life I left Emo Boy's house ASAP (Yeah I spent the night sans boning. Awesome.) and called him. He really didn't have much to say other than fill me in on the fact that he was getting his car washed and what he was doing later that afternoon and most importantly to see what I would be up to later. He ended the call by saying he would call me back in a few hours..... Which turned into a text telling me I should come over to his house after the UFC fights. When I didn't come over after the fights I was assaulted with a barrage of text and phone calls at 11:30pm some of the text highlights; "What you aren't going to take my calls now?", "Weak", "so this is how it is?", and finally "WOW".

Sunday I actually had a date! (Which was the biggest reason I didn't go to The Random's house) A real date with a boy that planned something in advance, but a boy that I had never met in person. We had planned to meet at the Hollywood farmers market at 12:30 and for once I was early for something. We walked around, got coffee, checked out Hollywood like tourists, all before finally having a seat outside of a coffee shop where I gathered some important info on this blind date. He had moved from Kentucky to be an "Actor" but was not currently working and in his words spent most days "farting around" he also apologized for any cat hair he may have had on his shirt because he had slept in that same shirt the previous night. I also have reason to believe that he does not own a car although I am not 100% sure. Those things in addition to the fact that he was short and I knew at first sight I could NEVER bone him was reason enough for me to cut out and head home. On the way home I was feeling like being a dick to just about everyone and The Ringleader had had enough of my mouth so I decided that I would text The Random with "I don't know what your problem was last night but I went to sleep and I didn't appreciate all the not so nice texts" to which he responded "Oh come on... I was thinking Vegas u gotta work?"

2 hours later I was headed to his house so we could leave for Vegas. He told me that he had a suite comped at the Venetian with a champagne basket and chocolates etc. I pretty much could not wipe the stupid ass grin off of my face the entire ride to Vegas. When we arrived we checked into out suite which had been upgraded thanks to my personal travel concierge but SHHHHH! Don't tell The Random because he totally thinks that it was the registration girls interest in his tats that got us upgraded to a GLORIOUS suite with shower, jacuzzi tub, 3 flat screens + 1 in the bathroom, and the coolest auto-close curtains ever. The fist night we gambled until about 3am I was being rather conservative with my gambling because I'm broke but I managed to come back to the room even whereas The Random down a few hundred. Of course once we got back to the room it was on.... 3 months of not seeing someone will def make for some really bomb sex! He even brought the His & Hers lube for us and if that doesn't say love I don't know what does.

The next morning we woke up and laid in bed for a few hours before getting up to get some lunch and begin our day of gambling. It quickly became apparent that I was on a winning streak and The Random more like a losing streak. We split up for awhile and when I sat down at his roulette table things took a turn for the worst especially for him. He determined that I was a "jinx" and just my presence at the table, even if I wasn't playing, was enough for him to lose every hand, spin of the wheel, or throw of the dice. He basically banned me from playing with and/or around him. It was so bad he even refused to go to dinner with me so he could "win his money back" even after I had contacted my personal concierge (aka The Ringleader and Skip) and had a list of awesome places we could go to eat. At 11pm I was up over $300 and decided that I would head to the room fill the jacuzzi tub and start drinking the champagne in hopes that I would be able to convince The Random to join me. Only as I sent that text I walked into the suite to find him already there and on the verge of VOM. Awesome another night next to a boy sans sex. At 5am he woke up and got in the shower, we had discussed leaving early because he had plans Tuesday afternoon but we had NOT discussed getting up THAT F'ING EARLY! None the less we were packed up and out of the suite by 5:30 am with me not speaking to him other than to demand a diet coke. I'm not so much a morning person you could say. The ride home was pretty uneventful other than him apologizing to me for "sucking so much last night" and me sleeping in the backseat.

3 months of ignoring him and trying not to think about him all down the shitter for a free Vegas trip. I still consider this a win even if it was only Hopes and Dreams FOR THE WIN!