Interesting ....

That's the only word to describe Friday night.

I couldn't wait to go home! I was meeting Beth for martinis that night. I called Stan to come with since he hadn't seen her in forever like I and we cruised on up to the Grill.

When Beth got there it all started well. Martinis flowing of ALL different colors. Red, Blue, Green, White, Pink...and so on. Alex our favorite bartender likes to ask you what your favorite color is and will make you the greatest martinis of that color. It's the best.

Now, I know Beth. Two martinis and she's pretty buzzed. I saw her starting her third and knew it was going to be a GOOD night. Beth's boyfriend shot down herself image a week or so before, so it was my night, and my duty as her best friend to make her feel better for a few hours. First was the dancing...and Beth and I can JAM, let me tell you. We know every more each other is going to make so we dance perfectly together and make each other look GREAT! Then she moved to her fourth martini....that's when it all got funky :)

Beth mentioned to me she should've 'had relations' with a certain bartender back in the day when she had the chance. I laughed, I know it's the alcohol talking and Alex is a huge flirt so I see where this is going. He flirts, she flirts. Rings are stolen ... she slipped him her number. I laugh knowing she's not going to remember doing this tomorrow.....and THANK GOD it's Alex and not some random jerk in the bar.

By the fifth, the drunk dialing started. She disappeared. I know Beth better, I knew she wasn't leaving. So when we went to go leave, I walked up to her car. She's on the phone, crying, talking to the boyfriend. She immediately hands me the phone telling me she can't talk to him. I answer, I get yelled at, and hung up on.

His damage was Beth was more than an hour from home and drunk. Like there wasn't 10 people there that wouldn't have let her drive home even if she wanted to. I knew she was crashing at my place already, DUH! Alex even offered to drive her home if she really wanted to go. She was of course not being rational cause the alcohol was talking, but I got her back to my place where she belonged.

She refused to lay in bed, and propped herself in my recliner. I made Stan and I some LATE dinner. Dirty rice and garlic chicken. I then threw him off to bed and sat on the couch for a few hours till Beth woke up.....HUNGOVER already. :)

There was a lot of why did I do that? And damning Alex for making such good martinis....then I told her about the phone number slip...and laughed at her. She felt bad, I thought it was great and just what the doctor ordered some time out with friends.

Hopefully she's doing fine. She attempted to think she ruined her relationship over all this. If this guy breaks up with her over a drunken dial, I told her, then he can go to hell. She deserves better and more than that.

All I want for her is to be happy. If it's with this guy, I'm happy too. But if I get treated like that ever again by this man, and see her that upset....someone might get hurt. :)

Call me Bethany!

This one's for Beth!!!

Most of the things in this test were done with YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!

You Are a Very Bad Girl

You are 10% Good and 90% BadAs they say, good girls go to heaven and bad girls go everywhere!You make most bad girls look like angels - and have a hell of a time along the way.

Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?

Which sex in my city?

I'm cool with this, except I don't have a closet full of clothes.....I'd better get working on that!!

You Are Most Like Carrie!

You're quirky, flirty, and every guy's perfect first date.But can the guy in question live up to your romantic ideal?It's tough for you to find the right match - you're more than a little picky.Never fear... You've got a great group of friends and a great closet of clothes, no matter what! Romantic prediction: You'll fall for someone this year... Totally different from any guy you've dated.

Which Sex and the City Vixen Are You?

Exactly when....

do we grow up? When is that moment we have to start conducting ourselves as adults and stop taking as many chances as we did when we were kids?

You know what I'm talking about. When we were younger we went at situations without thought or fear. Now that we're older there's an entire thought process behind everything we do from the time we get up in the morning till the time we go to bed at night. Sometimes even in our dreams we over think things.

When did this happen? Why is it at 28 I'm looking for those no thought moments in life? The fly by the seat of my pants moments were nothing matters at that very moment other than exactly what's happening? The enjoyment of the moment that were in.

Instead we take those moments and over analyze them to the fullest extent. There's the guilt, the pain, the consequences of our actions, the thoughts on who we might hurt, or who might hurt us. This is exactly the reason I can't open myself up to people. I prefer to have many fleeting moments of excitement, than the mundane of the over thought process.

I think like a man. I don't see anything wrong with casual sex, or the occasional hook up with someone who isn't exactly Mr. Right....or even Mr. Maybe, just someone who makes you laugh and you feel a hard attraction to that person. I'm a jeans and t-shirt kinda gal who can get dressed up and go out when she needs to. I'm nearly 30, I don't want kids....hell I'm pretty sure I don't even want to get married in this day in age. I just want to be able to have those moments where I feel like a kid again.

Is that so wrong?

Thanks.....

I just wanted to say thank you to all of my friends and family who have supported me through this lastest break up of mine.

....although it was for the best, it still hard to get through and as usual, I'm just throwing myself into the job, so if you haven't heard from me...Gemina...it's becasue I'm terribly busy right now.

As the saying goes, breaking up is hard to do.

And another one bites the dust....

For anybody out there that cares, after nearly a year, Chris and I broke up last night.

My Dad used to joke that my song was 'Another One Bites the Dust' by Queen. Today I heard that song 4 times. I'm pretty sure that joke is coming true.

I loved him, I did. It was hard, but mutual. We're both at different times in our lives right now and while he needs to 'grow up' a in a sense, I need to grow up in another. I have a lot of things going on. A lot of change on my plate, besides the newly single life again.....and the quitting of my second job. I have a lot of emotional things to deal with.

I'm getting better. It's a slow and steady process that I'm trying to remember is not going to be an overnight fix. That's hard when you have an anxiety problem. Slow and steady wins the race though.

For now I'm going to concentrate on my summer. Summer of weekends off and relaxation! I might even have some fun :)

Yes, AGAIN

So last weekend I moved.....AGAIN.

That would make 6 times in 3 years. Don't be jealous! I swear this is my last time for at least 2 to 3 years. It's TOO much for me, and my anxiety problem.

This time was just that much more fun....

First, since the guy who bought the house I was living in was an ass...we officially had 15 days to find a place to live and clear out the old house. Not an easy task considering there was 25 years of accumulated stuff in there. Now I just about done packing the week before we moved. My roommate not exactly as anal as I am...so I was 'freaking' so to speak.

Second, we didn't actually get a place to live until about 6 days before we had to move.

Third, on the Saturday before the move I came down with what I now think was a mild case of food poisoning. I spent most of the day moving things to the new place, and throwing up.

Fourth, the HOTTEST day of the year...with humidity over a 100 degrees, we had to move all of this STUFF to the new place on the second floor. Did I mention I had food poisoning? NOT fun.

Fifth, we're on the second floor. Our couch was NOT getting up the stairs. No if's and's or but's about it. So since I had enough boys here....we ended up having to launch it over the balcony with the aid of a tow rope. Did I mention my anxiety problem at this point.

Sixth, I decided to go to a party with Chris since I was so wound up I needed a break. The next morning we went to go drop of his daughter so we could get back here and I could get going on the house. To bad his ex wasn't on my same schedule since she was more than an hour late! I didn't get back here till late afternoon, so not much got done.

I was 'interesting' to say the very least. I spent most of the week with Heather unpacking and getting our stuff in order. Now we finally have a house to speak of. I even went to the grocery store to day so we could have REAL food in the house instead of take out.

Good news is....I quit my 2nd job. FINALLY! After 4 years at the restaurant it's time for a little 'me' time. I haven't had a summer to myself in nearly 12 years. I think I deserve it. Actually I KNOW I deserve it. I'm excited to see what the summer brings.

I also got to go out with an old friend this week. Rob and I went to high school together. We met up again at the reunion. We had dinner and talked till nearly 2:30 in the morning. I'm pretty sure after catching him up on my life the last few years, he thinks I'm crazy.....

....but all of my friends figure that out eventually. That's why they love me.

So, now I have a new house, and a new life beginning. I'll be sure to keep you posted on all the exciting events. I can blog more now that were settled in the new place, so watch for me. :)