Reunion Announcement-Amongst friends

Greetings to my closest friends from high school!

I hope that everyone is well. I am just trying to establish where everyone will be on Saturday and if there is any way that most of us will be able to get together. Here is the situation as I understand it. If I am wrong, please feel free to correct me:

Jason: Stranded in the great state of Oklahoma by the financial realities of academia. There may be a Jason sighting in Minnesota this summer, but it will probably be younger brother Jerry. No substitutions!

K: Has shed her winter layer stressing out about the reunion this summer and, judging by the picture she posted on the website, is looking fantastic. My guess is she will be the best dressed of the bunch and will surely turn some heads on Saturday night. MEOW!

Dave: Despite having a great time at the 10 year and meeting his future wife and mother of his adorable son Nick, Dave is fanning on the 20 year. Why? The reasons are not clear, but there has been some speculation that since he will not be able to top the last reunion, there isn't any point in going.

Mike: After initially not planning on going, he got the Bret Favre itch and was considering getting back into the game just to see how much has changed. Unfortunately, Mike pulled a hamstring and has been relegated back to the bench. Mike will not be making an official appearance at the reunion.

Tori: Winner of the traveling trophy for my small circle of friends as she is traveling all the way from Dallas. She also wins the "Austin Powers" award for bringing not one, but two female dates. Way to go Tori!

Rick: Will be out in full force on Saturday night going into the game with no expectations about anything, except having a great time. See the sights, catch up with a few people and consume a few beverages. Not necessarily in that order.

I also have a hotel room at the Marriott that night. My proposal to Mike and Dave is to come down and make an unofficial visit. Call my cell and we can go up to my room and catch up a bit as a group. Maybe snap some pictures and hoist a drink or two. Bring your friend with the green hat! (Old School)

I am looking forward to seeing most of you on Saturday!

Agendas

Disappointingly, it seems that lately “Crush” has a new “g-friend”. The girls and I watched throughout the night his new fling “making nice” with his friends, g-friends of other band members and the band members themselves. She was doing the same things that I always see band girls (g-friends) do. What I call “peeing on trees” aka “marking their territory.”
I was talking to P about this the other night and granted it seems all too much like high strung, high school drama bull shit all over again, it’s one of those instances that has always caught my attention and eye-unintentionally.

I think some women (not all women) usually have some sort of an agenda when they meet a guy. They get a “preconceived” notion that a guy is a certain way. What his personality is like etc. We then bundle all that up and carry it with us throughout the relationship and impose that notion on the guy. The guy could be a tool and yet the women will throw this notion over him like a blanket, which unfortunately give him plenty of room to behave poorly. This is what is happens when a guy treats a woman like crap. She’ll continue to wait for him even though he’s taking his sweet time with whatever, well, because she’ll wait because she likes him. In the back of her mind is that belief that there’s that “notion” within his personality somewhere.

In relation to “Crush’s” new g-friend, granted, his job is to talk to all his fans to keep them coming. The more fans, the more money he makes-they are his bread and butter.
If she were at all smart, caring and secure with herself and relationship she’d be in the background and be more benign. She’d go to see his shows (not all of them), go separately, be with her own friends, sit anywhere but up front and center, not acquire his attention at all times and if she became tired, wave to him as she left to go home….

I think most men don’t like being “suffocated”, smothered or hung on. I believe most men, especially artisans hate it when their wife/g-friend interferes with their livelihood. This was another situation the girls and I observed when we went out.

The singer’s g-friend saw him speaking to a female fan. The g-friend not only gave the fan the once over and accompanied grimace, but came up to her singer b-friend and wrapped her arm around him, making her presence known. The female fan ignored her, then the g-friend continued to be obnoxious and rude to the fan (who just talking about music not about sleeping with him) who just ignored her. Singer/b-friend was noticeably pissed and snapped at his g-friend who pretty much blew him off and walked away. I wanted to be a bitch and just tell her that if she wants to continue to have a relationship with him, she needs to knock that crap off. He’s going to get sick of the shit and tell you to hoof it. This particular girl I’ve seen before. She always makes herself known to everyone in the area, pitches a fits if she can’t have a table in the front of the stage, feels the need to announce to people that she’s the singer’s g-friend. Recently, she held “court” with “Crush’s” g-friend and one of the other member’s g-friend’s, both making it known to whom they were attached too.

There is another woman who does this as well. It’s a constant fight to sit up front and see the band because this woman is adamant that she gets priority because she’s a wife. We aren’t there because we want to sleep with the band members (most are married), they are our friends and we like the music. Even though we get there to see them 2 hours early, this woman pitches a bitch-fit every time, telling us to move because she and her friends are more important because she’s the wife of one of the members. Being that I don’t want to make things uncomfortable for the other members of the band, I choose to ignore such “retarded and childish-groupie behavior”, but if pushed the “hammer will come down” so to speak. Intimidation tactics and bitching don’t work on me, just make me laugh at how dumb you really are, and if you don’t think so you’re sort of proving it to the world at large…

So next time your at a show, take look around at who’s in the front row. It’s probably not a groupie, but the insecure g-friend of a band member who’s got an agenda.

God, Finally !!!

Well I finally got up the nerve to speak to “Crush” again. I’m beginning to wonder if I intimidate him. If that is the case, I’ll be pissed.
It happened the second night of The Beth’s party and she, D, and myself all approached him. The Beth did her “patented” move and he turned around. She mentioned the fact that he added things to his repertoire that were really great and she left it open for me to add….I think I said something stooped like “yeah, you really rocked it..” and “yeah, I really like when you did this….” WHAT?! HUH?! I didn’t know what else to say so D took over. She shoved him and said “Hey what’s up?”, “How are you?” yadda, yadda, yadda before some dumb girl interrupted us with a retarded request.
Granted the man is clueless about how much I like him. The thing I have noticed in the two times I’ve spoken to him is that he looks at everyone else but me when I’m in front of him. When I’m not right in front of him, we usually end up locked eyes and smiling at each other or he’ll go back to staring at me. Pisses me off. We are both chickens apparently.
I know I’m driving all my friends crazy with this thing so in talking with Das and P about it. They are guys after all and “Crush’s” age. They both think I should ask him out. Just a simple “hey, you wanna go get something to eat after the show?” or “wanna meet for a drink sometime in the next week?” I’ve always thought that if a guy wanted to go out with me etc, he should be the one to ask me, but this guy has girls coming out of his ears and he doesn’t know me from Eve so perhaps I should be the one to ask. If he expresses disinterest…oh well…I guess…..

My Favorite Mistake

"My Favorite Mistake"-Sheryl Crow
I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning
That you don't care for me anymore
I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creep in
It's 6 a.m. and I'm alone

[Chorus:]
Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day
I was just beginning
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake

Your friends are sorry for me
They watch you pretend to adore me
But I'm no fool to this game
Now here comes your secret lover
She'd be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames

[Chorus:]
Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day
I'd gotten used to spending
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

Well maybe nothin' lasts forever
Even when you stay together
I don't need forever after
It's your laughter won't let me go
So I'm holding on this way

Did you know, could you tell
You were the only one
That I ever loved
Now everything's so wrong

Did you see me walking by?
Did it ever make you cry?
You're my favorite mistake

And it Keeps Coming…

OK, I swear it couldn’t get any better, I’m not kidding.

My g-friend tells me that while she was at work at the airport this cute TSA guy I’ve had my eye on (he looks like bald Russ Crowe-yum!!!) for quite some time, heard I was attracted to him and came into our store looking for me. My g-friend tells him that I work every Weds and Thursday evening if he wants to come in and talk to me. He asked my name and said his flight comes in at 8p and he’d try to make it in to talk to me. While this sounds ideal and all, someone else told me that this guy was married so I’m sort of at a loss as to approach this since I don’t typically ask guys out anyways. I figure what the hell, I’ve managed to humiliate and embarrass myself enough lately, why not take two more opportunities?
He didn’t end up making it in so again, I was disappointed…

AND…


The “Crush”, who doesn’t know I liked him and who I’d given up on now knows who I am. Apparently some of my friends approached him at a recent show and he wanted to know what I looked like and my name so he could approach me next time he saw me and at the very least he suggested that approach him at his next show this weekend. Great! So I can be blown off or humiliate myself or be disappointed. I swear after all of this I’m immersing myself in work, house and competing and never coming out. This is why I hate dating!!!

Ball and Chain in the City

Considering all that is going on in my head right now, I’m just completely exhausted from all this guy crap…I think these two songs sum it up the most…

Love is like a Ball and Chain-K

How many nights, how many days did I wait to hear from you?
Have you forgotten all the things we'd said
And how many times must I let the phone ring, just to get through?
Could it be that now this has long gone bad?
Oh, oh - Has it been too long?
Oh, oh - I'm sure the feeling’s gone and
Love, oh Love feels like a ball and chain
What a fool was I to fall in love again
Love, oh Love when will this ever end
I don't think that I can ever fall again
Well how many nights, how many days I wait by the phone just to talk to you?
Could it be that I just wanna hear you say
That all this time you've been all alone
Just waitin’ for love to come to you
When that “I want you” is all I want you to say

In the City-Joe Walsh
Somewhere out on that horizon
Out beyond the neon lights
I know there must be somethin' better
But there's nowhere else in sight
It's survival in the city
When you live from day to day
City streets don't have much pity
When you're down, that's where you'll stay
In the city, oh, oh.
In the city I was born here in the city
With my back against the wall
Nothing grows and life ain't very pretty
No one's there to catch you when you fall
Somewhere out on that horizon
Far away from the neon sky
I know there must be somethin' better
And I can't stay another night
In the city, oh, oh.
In the city

Of Course He Does!

It was pointed out to me recently that my current “Crush”, the one noted in my last blog, now has a g-friend. Yep, of course he does and why wouldn’t he? He’s a fairly good looking guy, in the local eye enough to have his choice of girls. Why would he choose a smart girl who would be a confident observer; his silent champion over some random chick that resembles one of his most rabid groupies? Why would he want a woman who takes care of herself over a girl who would rather starve herself into a size 2? Hmmm, I’m not sure I know the answers to these questions, but I am very disappointed that he chooses the latter of the two based on what it is- literally. Granted he doesn’t even know that I liked him or my name for that matter. He’s seen me, boy has he seen me, but I don’t think he’s put two and two together as being the blonde, curly haired girl and the blonde/black straight haired girl that comes to the shows.

As far as his new g-friend is concerned, I would think it would be common knowledge that it’s never a good idea to make it known to everyone that you are a public person’s g-friend/b-friend, wife/husband with the expectation of the public to care. If they do, you might find yourself with a bloody horse head next to you in the morning. Any decent artist worth their salt is gonna have tons of rabid fans, national or local.. Contingencies….


This one apparently is “Crush’s” personal cheerleading squad and happened to announce to a friend (on a crowded dance floor no less) that she was indeed his latest flavor of the month whilst trying to get his attention by screaming his name and holding his hand while he was performing. One of my friends’ overheard it and had informed me. That was just two people, and if I heard it, you know several others had too.


I was and remain disappointed. Before she arrived, he spent his usual time staring at me from behind the amps, and then after she arrived I got to spend the rest of the time staring at his back. Which leads me to believe that there is intent to cheat…not good.

While I remain disappointed, please note my self- esteem remains intact. You're not going to see this girl sitting around sulkying over it for I didn’t like him because he was in a band; I liked him because I thought he was smart, witty and perhaps interesting. We seem to have a lot in common…. I was apparently wrong. I’m sort of glad it turned out this way and he didn’t reject me, for I certainly don’t deal with rejection well...at…all. Out of the 974,252,598 men in Minnesota I have a buffet to choose from, so get in line and take a number, you have now been taken out unless you can prove that your IQ is higher than your current flavor’s.

He

He was waiting in that room for me.

I was talking with friends.

I didn’t remember,

I didn’t know who he was,

I didn’t care.

He used to be a rebel with long hair and worn boots.

Now a bit more haggard-beaten up by life and the road;

A bit more pensive, more thoughtful, not as renowned.

We spoke and I couldn’t resist,

I missed him-oddly enough.

He loved the blue eyes of that country girl.

I loved the mind of that Italian boy.

He said he’d been waiting for me,

For a girl; a person like me;

Someone who connected with him;

Someone who gave him hope, energy, inspiration.

For me; the world seemed to spin a bit faster,

The days seemed longer, the nights shorter and I felt special-even if fleeting.

He said he was waiting in that room for me.

Where I was talking with friends.

I didn’t remember,

I didn’t know who he was,

And I didn’t care.

I Felt Special for a Moment…

He said that he liked that I was smarter than him.. I said “You have no idea.”

He said that I was beautiful.. I said “I don’t know about that.”

He said I can’t believe you’ve never been married… I said “Believe it, and there’s nothing wrong with me.”

He said we had a lot in common… I agreed.

He said he liked talking to me…I said “I like talking to you too.”

He said he missed me… I said “I miss you too.”

He said he never met anyone like me… I said “you never will again either.”

He said he liked the fact that I was a no bullshit sort of gal… I said “good, b.s. is a waste of time.”

He said he had a child…I said “I’m not happy about that, but it’s ok.”

He said he was divorced; he didn’t marry for love… I said “you should never settle for anything but.”

He said he wanted to take this a step further… I said “ok.”

I didn’t expect that it would be away from me.