Sunday, April 19, 2009

dinner = yes. drinks = NO!

i hate bars. thats no secret. the only reasons why i went to them is bc my friends were there and i was single. yeah, single peeps need to go to bars but im not single anymore. woo hoo. and luckily i found a man whos as allergic to bars as i am. last night, last night was the last straw. i gave it a fair shot and what happened to me pretty much summed up why i loathe crowded bars.

so last night sha had her bday party in the les. now a rule with my man and i is everytime we need to go to the les a pastrami sammie at katzs must be eaten. i know. best rule. anyway, i was actually excited about going out last night. yes, the pastrami had a (major) part of my excitement but i was also psyched to see my girls. i knew jiller and the aim were definitely going. plus, the aim was going to the party with her bf. my bf is mr tall but i heard her bf is mr really really tall. plus, i wanted to meet the man that was making the aim a happy lady. the partys start time said 10:30 and even though we usually show up fashionably late, i opted to show up on time.

so i dragged my man out of the apt around 9:45pm. got to katzs and we were done with our delish sambo at 10:20. yes, that 35 minutes included waiting for and taking the subway all the way to the east side. man that pastrami. i can practically taste it now. anyway, so we took our time walking to the bar (made a pit stop to an atm on the way). got the bar at 10:40 and we were the first ones there. crazy. the jiller was stuck in traffic and the aim was finishing up her late dinner with her man. so my man and i said happy bday to sha and waited at the bar.

even though the place was crowded with what seemed like college kids, i told myself to behave and try and have a good time. i even did a shot with my man while we waited. since the bar area was getting crowded by the minute, we decided to walk to the back of the place where sha had tables reserved. i took maybe 5 steps when i felt a bang on my head and heard a glass crash. then i felt cold sticky liquid all over me. all over my denim jacket, all over my green shirt, soaked up fave bra, all over my black skirt, all over my black bag. yeah, a dumbfuck waitress banged her tray on my head which caused a drink to spill all over me before the glass crashing on the floor.

stunned, embarrassed, soaked, and pissed off, i shot the waitress the nastiest look i could muster out of my bitchface bank, and walked out of the bar. my bf followed and we hopped in a cab (and i HATE using cabs, especially when a subway is so close). i had to get home asap and get the sticky nastiness off of me. f-in ho. i hope that bitch gets fired. i hope she lost sleep for doing that to me. i hope that ruined her night as much as it did mine. not only did i leave the bar a sticky and prolly stinky mess, i left before even seeing my friends. the reason why i went to that f-in hell hole.

anyway, during my long hot shower, i made a decision. as much as i love my friends, im going to apply the same rule to them as i do to work functions. i will only go out if it is a sit down meal. meet for drinks? sorry, thats a no. why do people go to bars? they go to drink or to hope theyll meet someone to go home with. well, i dont like to drink (and trust me, i wish i could like drinking), and ive already got someone i actually love at home. so for future birthday celebrations, sure dinners may cost me more than a trip to a bar but my sanity is priceless. im not gonna force myself to go somewhere i know i would have a horrible time in.

i tried. i really tried last night. i would love to like drinking. i see people getting drunk and sometimes im envious of them. wow. wish i could be as silly happy as them. and then i realize there is something that makes me silly happy like that and well, its not something i can do in public (not in this country anyway). thats why im so lucky i got my fellow homebody bf. we be happy at home, togethers. we dont need no stinkin bars. so my dear friends, if your bday is coming up, lets go for meal. ill leave after dessert/before drinks :)

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

the west side

and no. i dont mean 6th - 12th aves although if i heard "west side", i would think that too (or start busting out, "crazy! cool! keep it cool boy. real cool." nah. im thinking west side of the country. yes. the left coast. pch, usc, the oc, all that jazz. ive always wanted to live there. im not saying forever but i definitely want to try it out. and if it fits, then ill keep it. lots of pros about it but of course there are a few cons. since i havent done a list in a while, heres two!

  • yearlong tan - sure my bf's parents live in jerz and have yearlong tans but they also take bi-monthly trips to their sweet villa in anguilla, something i cant afford to do. ah, to be able to lay out in the sun and not have to pray to the sun gods for a nice day.
  • lush greens - and no, i aint talking about the landscaping. they prescribe the stuff there. its almost legal there. and its so damn tasty there. mmmmm, speaking of tasty...
  • carls jr! - ok fine, nyc really does have the best food ever. hello joes pizza! but cali. omg hands down the best fast food chains ever!!! tasty and cheap. you know thats my all time fave combo. plus watching sonic commercials kills me over here. over there, i can watch and then go grab a cheap tasty treat.
  • jobs for me, jobs for my man - for video games (which is the industry my man is going into) the west coast is the place to learn and get a job. plus, i luckily fell into a job thats available on any coast. i actually randomly checked out the jobs at facebook and whadya know, theyre based in cali and need ad ops peeps just like me. plus, the benefits there are ooc. they rival googles. me likies :)
  • the devil is far far far far far far away - although, who knows with that psycho bitch. she followed me into my apt building just when i thought i escaped her evil clenches but considering she already tried the left coast (and failed miserably btw. gets fired after just a few short months at a HUGE company who eventually blacklisted her dumb ass) she may not follow me to the sunny land where i (may possibly) belong.
  • left coast friends and fam - my mans got friends and fam there and i got my all time fave cousins out there too! itll be cool to see these peeps on a regular basis.

as we know, all good things usually have a not so good side either....
  • friends and fam - my friends are practically my fam (and most times treat me better). i LOVE my friends. some ive known for almost a decade and the others ive known for almost 2 decades. thats a shitload long ass time. when i make a friend, i try to keep him/her. plus, i would miss my fam (minus one expletive expletive expletive member) and my mans fam too. i geniunely enjoy spending time with them. itd be hard to live across the country but hey, thats what holidays are for and luckily, the jews got a LOT of holidays.
  • driving! - ugh. one of the reasons why i LOVE nyc is the mta. seriously, i hate driving. there is only 1 thing i miss about driving and that is the bust outs to my fave ballads (mariahs my all is my all time fave car bust out). other than that, ill take the subway over a car any day. it takes you anywhere in the city at any time of day. ugh. the thought of driving is giving my agita. i know my man is a great driver but man, road rage jiller aint got nothing on him (and i mean him on a good day). plus, cali's traffic is worse than nyc. oy, we're gonna need a savings account just for his bail money. jeepers creepers.
  • the beautiful people, the beautiful people - plastic, spray tanned, personal trainer'd, meal delivered people. not only are their looks annoying but once they open their mouths, you want to kill them even more. theyre either "dumber than a bag of hammers" (my mans quote) or talk movie industry crap FOREVER! oy, and if i have a speidi siting or if my man has a perez siting... well there goes our bail money.
so the sunny coast has been my light at the end of the tunnel these days. ive been kinda down lately and even had those deep dark thoughts that my man had to pull me out of. hes even gonna help me find a new jill r. its time to go back to therapy. although i have new exciting stuff ahead of me (hello! moving to doto in 2.5 weeks!), theres still stuff in my life that was stressing me out. im not so stressed out anymore but i definitely should still go see a therapist. you know youre messed up when you have an amazing person who loves you to pieces and you can still fall into those deep dark holes in your mind. no more falling for me.

Friday, April 10, 2009

dos anos

two years. officially. titled for 2 years. ooc. its amazing to think how we started. it took 8 months to make our relationship official. to figure out what was between us worth a good ol solid shot. and to this day, its still the biggest and BEST risk ive ever taken. i put my heart out on the line and thankfully my man caught it and has treated it like GOLD. if i remember correctly, he dove right into relationship-ness as soon as we agreed to the titles. holding my hand whenever we stepped foot outside. and even though he "danced" around those 3 words, it wasnt too long until we said it to each other.

ive prided in the fact that i didnt follow any rules from day 1. i never waited 2 days to call him. and well, neither did he. but when it came to the whole "i love you" thing, i did follow that stupid rule - have him say it first. you know me, only 1 risk every 3 decades or so and i already used up the risk by sending the ultimatum email. shut up. i know what youre thinking. my risk was sending an email. but if you know me, you know that in itself is huge progress.

anyway, back to the 3 words. i wanted to be so cool when that moment finally came. i wanted to be like han solo and respond with an awesome, "i know" but of course i didnt. i think i squealed the "i know" and followed that with a "i love you too!!!!" and no. these words werent exchanged through an email. it was said in person. actually, 98% of our conversing is in person. we are always together.

we may only have 2 years in title-dom but if you calculate how much time we spend together vs the time other couples spend with each other, we probably got like twice as many hours on them... maybe even thrice (hehe. i just wanted to use the word "thrice"). i read an article a few weeks ago. it was a survey taken in the uk about long lasting marriages. they asked a bunch of questions to couples that have successful marriages. some interesting statistics came out of it like: kiss at least 4 times a day, say i love you at least once a day, have dinner together at least twice a week. of course as i read this article, i thought about my relationship and kept going: check, check, check.

i know. youre probably sick of my lovey dovey bragging. it hasnt always been sunshine and rainbows. weve had our fair share if crises: moving to bk, ceilings falling on our heads/bed, bed bugs, moving out of bk, deemian aka the crazy bitchass sister, the other sometimes bitchass sister, family cultural differences aka the korean nation, job loss, finances (or lack of), and our current "problem" - withdrawal. i put the word problem in quotation marks bc it isnt really a problem. more like a nuisance. weve gotten on each others nerves these past few weeks bc well, both our minds have been in overdrive and our tempers have been shorter than a oompa loompa.

its strange. i kinda get happy when we bug each other. it reminds me that we're normal. plus it tests our relationships strength. we're pretty damn strong. it still cracks me up to think how nervous i was to broach the relationship topic with my man and now, now we talk about the future. we go to weddings and say how we would do things differently (omg, are we starting to sound like the gormans?). we talk about how we would raise our kids and obv how gorgeous theyll be. we talk about moving out west and living a fun sunny life together. and if our careers would go bust, we got a few million dollar ideas we could try too.

i just love the fact that 2 years later, when i think about my man, a HUGE grin still creeps up on my face. plus, i still enjoy doing the simplest things with him. walking the streets of nyc. i love it. its absolutely my all time fave thing ever! i love just walking around with him. sometimes i wish there was papparazzi to take a pic of us. it would be such a damn adorable pic.

in a few short weeks we'll be embarking on another milestone. the official living together. i know. it takes us a while to make things official. but like this relationship, i know its totally worth the wait. my bf rocks! we rock... together (2 years and counting)!