5 posts tagged “friends”

Thursday was my birthday - the big 2-9 (for the first time).  I was lamenting the fact that my birthday was overlapping Labor Day weekend, because that's when the boys do their Fantasy Football draft, therefore there would be no beach pilgrimage.  I hang out with mostly boys, so that pretty much put the kibosh on a trip to the shore.  However, since they are ca-razy for the Fantasy, four of them from assorted other states (plus one of my girlfriends not in town for the draft, just in town) were all in SS, so I got to have just about everyone close to me in one city to celebrate, which was fucking. awesome.  Bars and lunches and dinners and more bars and the high school reunion that I crashed and parties and even the new stalker I acquired, everything was fantastic.  Thursday through early Monday morning was the sort of weekend that I would have at least once a month, if I were independently wealthy and could bring everyone to town once a month.  But I suppose the weekends would lose their shine if I did that too often anyway.

I played flip cup for the first time this weekend.  I hate beer.  HATE it.  That's the reason I don't play drinking games, I'm usually on liquor.  But since I was headed to a BBQ, I got some champagne (it WAS a party, after all), and that worked quite nicely as a beer substitute.  And peer pressure is a bitch - who am I to ignore a chant of my name?  A really loud one at that, complete with fist pumping and some sort of weird little head bobbing move that someone came up with.

There was one downer to the weekend.  The last time we had this many people in town, "the boy" was one of them.  We spent a bit of time together, which I know I publicly blogged a little bit about as a bullet point because I figured he'd read it.  Which he did.  While talking to me in an IM, with his brother over his shoulder, which was not uncomfortable AT ALL, since I knew his brother before I had even met him.  I didn't think to make the entry private before giving him the link to the site I use to aggregate this blog and my Twitter and Flickr feeds.  Anyway, my point is that some of our friends now associate us with one another, so I fielded a few questions about him and picture requests ("I KNOW you have some goofy ass pictures of [the boy] on that iPhone, Jenny!").  And that kind of blew, because we don't talk now.  That's a whole other entry though.

All in all, best birthday weekend in a long time.  No one didn't show up, no one sang in public, schemes were hatched, cops were called (and left without incident), no fights, just good times with my people.  That's all I wanted for my birthday.  I'm so grateful that I got it in spades.

That would be myself and my two BFFs.  We're smart and fun, and we pretty up the room.  We keep it light, all the time.  We don't depend on anyone but ourselves (and to an extent, each other).  We live on the Island of Misfit Girlfriends, because apparently we're so awesome and independent that the menfolk can't handle us.

We all want to be handled (MANhandled, if you will), and none of us intend to change (much) in order to do that.

We don't know how to fix this.

• My friends - I was reminiscing with one of my girls about the New Year's party we were at, and afterwards started laughing out loud alone in my car when recalling it again.  The same thing happened when I was remembering the events of last Saturday night, random turns of phrase that my guys have come up with, and things that I heard secondhand because I wasn't there to witness them.
• New music!  I went on a binge thanks to an eMusic 100 free songs code and a $10 iTunes gift card left over from iPhone day.  Mark Ronson, you're my man!  Also, Polyphonic Spree, Mike Doughty, Jen Kirkman, Paul F. Tompkins, Elvis Costello, Dusty Springfield and even you, Brandi Carlile.  You're all my men, so to speak.
• I lost 4.5 pounds because I started trying to lose weight in earnest, not just posting on my fatblog and hoping for the best.
• Mederma.  It's fading some scars AND it smells divine.
• I got some new products!  Perfume, hair stuff and mascara. 
  
• And finally, I get to bake tonight and tomorrow!  One of my friends just bought a place, and he's having a bbq tomorrow to celebrate it, so I'll be baking brownies tonight and pound cake tomorrow.
  

Not just any pregnant friend, but the second pregnant friend in a row who always swore they would never have kids.

Check, please.

I have M. Ward on the brain.

What is the point where you are just too pressed (for lack of a better word - when it comes to slang, sometimes the early 90's really are the golden years) to see someone?  I almost reached mine yesterday, when I nearly dropped $402 on a plane ticket from here to Chicago that would involve 2 flights, 4 airports, a car show and a birthday celebration in the span of 12 hours.  My main reason for going would definitely have been l'homme d'anniversaire (look, French!) (l'homme is the man previously referred to as "this guy I know"), but one of my closest girlfriends and another mutual friend is going to be there as well, along with a bunch of hot cars and people I have yet to meet.

Financial discipline prevailed, that and the fact that if I would rather die than use the "Pay Over Time" option on my AmEx.  But I still feel like a) I'm making a big mistake (my people!  my cars!  my people, and l'homme d'anniversaire!) and b) tomorrow I'm going to be spending a lot of time listening to mopey music while working and bemoaning the fact that I'm in an office in an office park in a Baltimore suburb and not even at my own house.

I'm off to Starbucks to steal some Splenda packets.