Weekend Thoughts

I’m coming off an unexpectedly long weekend, and – as usual – I’ve had some thoughts along the way:

-Allergies suck: I did the Revlon Run/Walk for Cancer on Saturday morning – which I do every year – and every fucking year I’m down for the count afterwards. Why? Because it always takes place in the spring, and it always goes through Central Park (a place I avoid in the spring). The reason: I get allergies in the spring. By the end of the 3 mile walk my eyes are always swollen and itchy, I’m congested, and I pretty much feel like I’m dying (or just want to). But since I had a full weekend planned, I toughed it out. Then, when I woke up on Monday – still swollen and stuffed up – I decided to give up. I called in sick to work, took drugs (strong ones) and knocked myself out for the rest of the day. (I’m told it was gorgeous out by the way.) Now that I’m feeling (relatively) human again, I'm just concentrating on praying for spring to end. Which is ridiculous – I used to love spring; it was the happiest season. Now it just makes me look all puffy – like it’s quite literally kicking my ass – and I just want it to be over. So sad.

-Went to the Yankees game on Saturday: Wang was awesome, the beer was flowing and great (it’s always better at the ballpark), and my sister was hysterical – so fun to drink/watch sports with. Yet I wish I had gone to the Sunday game instead – fucking Roger Clemens. Do I think he’s going to save us? No way – he wasn’t always great against Boston, he’s been pitching in the National League for the past couple of years, and he’s going to get injured (I can just feel it). But I’m still psyched. Why? Because our getting him pisses everyone else off. I say bring on more $9 beers at Yankees Stadium!

-Viva Cinco de Mayo!: For a person who generally doesn’t like sweet drinks – I usually stick to scotch and the occasional dirty martini – I absolutely love margaritas. Maybe it’s because they remind me of vacations, maybe it’s because they always get me plastered, or maybe it’s just because they taste so damn good, but there is nothing more fun than going out with good people and drinking a few margaritas. And what better excuse is there to do that than Cinco de Mayo? Hope everyone had as much fun as I did.

-No accidents: I did not break my sister’s car during my stick shift lesson (shockingly). I did grind some gears, I still can’t get the car into first while on a hill, and apparently I can’t remember to use turn signals while focusing on shifting. But no accidents took place, my sister was remarkably patient, and thankfully the whole horror of the lesson took less than an hour. That’s about how long it took for her to turn to me (the smell of burning tires again permeating the air in my parents’ neighborhood), and say, “What the fuck was I thinking?” Hence, the lesson ended early.

-Quick music roundup: The top ten songs I’ve been listening to on my iPod this past week are – Cocaine, Eric Clapton; Devil’s Dance, Metallica; Smells Like Teen Spirit, Nirvana; Make Me Bad, Korn; She Hates Me, Puddle of Mudd; Wrong Way, Sublime; Sweet Child O’ Mine, Guns N’ Roses; Three Is a Magic Number, Blind Melon; Fat Bottomed Girls, Queen; Smoke on the Water, Deep Purple.

-Is this wrong?: There was a guy I mentioned a while ago – the one I had just started dating when we ran into my psycho neighbor – who, I’ve realized, I haven’t mentioned since. And he never actually disappeared (like I was sure he would). Yes, amazingly I didn’t scare him away. In fact, we’re sort of been dating. Only it’s been so casual that I didn’t feel the need to talk about him to you guys. But now, I’d say in the past two weeks, things have been heating up between us. So I’m mentioning him again. And already, I have a problem.

Remember Nate (DC guy)? Well, we’ve been keeping in touch, too. In fact, he’s kind of my phone pal at this point. And I’m going to visit him (and Hannah) in a couple of weeks. I promised. Only it’s now occurred to me that NY guy might not like this. I mean, we’re not committed or anything (I don’t think), but I'm still pretty sure he wouldn't approve if he knew. Let’s just say the nature of my conversations with DC guy aren’t exactly platonic. But I’m not ready to give up on either one of them – NY guy or DC guy – at the moment. So, I’m thinking I’ll just not mention anything to NY guy – and we’ll see what happens. Good plan, right? Because it’s not cheating at this point in the relationship anyway. Right? And nothing bad could possibly come of this. Right? Fuck. I'm so screwed.

OK. Glad to be back among the living again. Happy Tuesday.