Bitchy Behavior - Again.

I have found, these days, that I have so many things to write about that are incredibly random. My posts haven't been about one topic in particular, they've been about 10 (hence the many "10 Things" recently). I think it's good, but it also means that situations haven't evolved for me, they've just happened. (an EXTREMELY good thing)...

That time has come and gone, and now I have a story for you. One that my close friend(s) are pissed about along with me... and since you guys already know part of the story... here is some more. Enjoy!

For some well-rounded background, you should read this. And this. :)

Since the concert of bitchy behavior, Girl number 1 has changed a bit. Let's call her Leslie. Leslie is married to one of Michael's good friends. The good friend that I knew before I even knew Michael - and he's actually the one that introduced me to Michael. Leslie's husband is a great guy, drama-free, really smart, trying to get into the 'rap' industry with some great talent. And he's an all around fun guy, easy to be around. Leslie, on the other hand, wasn't. So it's made my friendship with her quite rough.

It doesn't help that she was hanging out with Girl Number 2, 3, and 4... BEST friends with these people - all very negative, immature, and ridiculous.

Anyway, after the concert, Leslie had an epiphany of sorts. She stopped talking to 2,3, and 4 because her husband enlightened her (again) as to how they were ruining their marriage, etc. It wasn't hard to see as an outsider, but as an insider, it was probably quite difficult. Either way, she stopped hanging out and talking to these girls, started focusing on herself and her marriage, and saw that I was a good person to be around, that everything in my life was positive, so she wanted to befriend me in a way she hadn't before.

Now, I was over it with this girl. As you know from previous posts, I've tried and tried to be friends with this girl but she wasn't having it. Canceling on me at the last minute - or not even responding to phone calls or text messages. I had already made up my mind that the concert was the last time I'd make an effort to have a good time with her. Ridiculous drama. But then she changed, and I saw that change... we had long conversations about the changes in her life and I could tell there was something different about her.

So, last Saturday night (two Saturdays ago), Michael and I went to her house and watched the UFC fight with her and her husband - along with lots of other friends. We got wasted and had a good time - drama free. The change was becoming more and more evident. She told me she wanted to have Girls Night Out next weekend (meaning this past weekend) and that we should just get a whole bunch of girls together and hang out.

Since the new Leslie was out in full force, and I'd seen these changes, I told her I'd get some of my girls together and she could talk to whoever - and we'd all go out on Saturday night. Michael left a shirt over there and we were in town already, so we stopped by to get it. So, I saw her on Sunday and she was SO excited about Girls Night.

Wednesday rolls around and I get a phone call from her. "Hey, how are you? How's your week? Ready for this weekend and Girls Night Out?" etc. etc.... RANDOM phone call from her. I'm definitely not used to talking to her like that - or during the week for that matter. Again, seeing the positive changes in her was nice.

Saturday rolls around and she gives me a call around 11AM. Since I'd only gotten home around 4AM from being out with my girls, I was still asleep. So we talked later (about 2-ish) about the plans for the evening. Where we were going, what we were wearing, what time we'd meet up, etc.

8pm rolls around and I give her a call cause I hadn't heard back from her about what she decided to do (she was either going to one of the girls' house to get ready or coming to mine, she hadn't decided). I got her voicemail, left her a message, and she didn't call back. Around 10-ish, I text her. No response.

My 11:30pm text was a little more brash "so... I guess I'm going to assume that you're not coming out..." and that was the last of it. No returned phone call, no text message, NOTHING. And it's now Tuesday.

Are you fucking kidding me?! That was LITERALLY the last straw. Michael called it, though. He said she'd probably blow me off - but I didn't think it'd be like that. After all, she had talked to me during the week AND earlier that day. What gives?!

My girls and I had a FABULOUS evening without her :) thank you very much!

Sunday afternoon, I call her husband. (I was better friends with him than her anyway) I talk to him about what happened... and do you know what she told him?! He asked her if she was still going out with me when it started getting late... and she told him I blew her off! That I didn't call her, so she wasn't going! I certainly told him what REALLY happened and he didn't know what to tell me. He said they sat on the couch all night and hung out together.

Ok - here's my thing... she didn't have to come. If she didn't feel like coming or didn't feel like going out, or was drunk from watching the football game earlier - I can understand all of those things. But for her to have complete disregard and disrespect for me - that's ABSOLUTELY ridiculous.

I'm not upset about it to where it's affecting my life in any way, I've just seen the real true colors of a person - someone that I'm not going to surround myself with anymore. That was completely a low blow and uncalled for. Fuckers! ;)

Lesson Learned.

Girls Nights

I'm independent. I know what I want and I usually get it - because I make it happen. I know who I am. I know what I stand for. I'm very well put-together (so to speak). So I pretty much demand girl friends to be at least on some sort of the same level as I am. The guys, eh, boys will be boys so we'll just forget about them, shall we?

I appreciate those nights when Michael has his "guys nights" with his friends where they act all retarded and watch fights and go out in the yard to wrestle afterwards. I think it's extremely important for each person in the relationship to not shove themselves off of the 'love cliff' and submerse themselves in each other only to find a year or more down the road that they have no friends. I get that. I believe in it. And I practice it.

However, it's somewhat more difficult for me.

I didn't tell you about the situation with M. Moon because I didn't feel it appropriate for public airwaves. She and I strongly disagree about things that went down in Vegas and since we can't just agree to disagree... we're no longer friends. [I SO want to just blurt out all the bullshit to get it out of my system but it would be completely disrespectful... so I shall refrain. Unfortunately]

M. Moon moved to San Diego last September to be with a boy. She was my absolute best friend and partner in crime. With her gone, I had to seek out more girls to hang with. (you can't pick up guys at a bar if you're there with a guy and he's not gay... I'm just sayin...) Carrie, as you know, bounces all around the place and is currently in Hawaii with her marine husband. Oh how I would love if he would just ship her here instead. These two, they were my very best friends in the entire universe.

Now there's just Carrie.

I've grown closer to Amber but we don't hang much... mostly just chat and get/give advice to one another. It's a great relationship but there's not much face timee.

Rae and I are becoming better friends (we used to be roommates back in the day) and are soon to be living together as well... so that's great.

But other than that, there are no friends here. None that I can hang with. I suppose there are a few I could count on one hand that I could invite out - but none that i'm seriously excited about seeing.

I've even included Michael's best friend's girlfriends. And that's turned out to be a disaster. I can TOTALLY sympathize with Karina on this one... I try to be nice but get kicked down in return.

So Friday night might just turn out to be a friend from work and Rae perhaps... but who knows. I'll start school in a matter of weeks and should meet some nice girls there. Let's just hope they're not all 20 years old and immature as fuck.

Until then, I'll go have my fun with the girls I know and hopefully fill my time with good people. I've done a great job thus far weeding out the self-absorbed assholes in my life so why stop now?! Haha.

Eh... C'est la vie. Women ARE bitches and I just want to befriend the chill ones I can shop and talk about The Hills with. That too much to ask for?!

[my 'e' key is somewhat out of commission... so if you see an 'e' missing... or one too many, it's not cause i'm an idiot... it just means I'm a fast typer and the damn 'e' key hates me today :) ]

Surprise letter from the past.

I checked the mail as I was coming home the other night and found a hand written address on one of the letters. Usually, everything is pre-printed with my address and the contents of my mailbox literally consist of magazines, bills, junk, and the occasional card from someone far away.

I had a best friend in High School named Julie. She and I went our separate ways when she got married just out of 11th grade and had a baby shortly after. We'd kept in touch for a while, but over the past year or two haven't really communicated much. There's no real reason - she's just busy with life and her two young sons... and me, I'm busy with work and the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

As you guessed it, the letter was from her. It was a nice little update on things going on in her world. Quite refreshing, actually, since I have felt overwhelmed with all of my friends leaving me in the past few months.

Just tonight I had the chance to write her back and tell her the things going on in my world. One of those things deserves a post of its own, so I'll save it for then (which will probably be immediately following this one - I'm a now or never kind of person when it comes to getting stuff done).

I'm glad she wrote to me... it was great hearing from her!

Oh... and you can credit her with the nickname Chicksta. She gave it to me when we first became friends in 8th grade. :)

French phrase of the day:

Life is great!
la vie est grande

Lyrics that offer some sort of hope...

Don't Let It Break Your Heart
By The Devlins

Autumn leaves falling like memories stalling in your head
This pain you're feeling, your way of dealing with the past
It's complicated, he lead you on and then he let you down

Don't let it break your heart
Don't let it break your heart
Don't let it tear you apart, just bruises and scars they heal

Some of these guys they wanna paint a target on your head
Love you all up and leave you dying left for dead
But then somebody will play the right song and you'll dance again

So Don't let it break your heart
Don't let it break your heart
Don't let tear you apart, just bruises and scars they heal
Don't let it break your heart

And the computer adds up the numbers and it says
If you're so lonely why don't you find somebody else
Not complicated, it's kind of simple it's just one on one

Don't let it break your heart
Don't let it break your heart
Don't let tear you apart, just bruises and scars they heal
So Don't let it break your heart
Don't let it break your heart
Don't let it break your heart

Rude-ness

So... tonight, I had a drink with my roommate. (not going to even TRY to create a pseudonym for him) We went to a local bar-place and had some chips and a beer or so. Some of his co-workers (from the restaurant he works at down the street) happened to come in. He told the server to take care of their first round on him. Not a big deal. We didn't even talk with them.

As we were leaving, we walked past them and he patted both of them on the shoulder and said "I hope you have a good night" and then walked away. I made [the mistake of] a comment about it and said "well, that was rude" because he didn't introduce me.

From where I come from (normal America), you introduce people you're with to people you run in to as a courtesy. It's just the polite thing to do and a great way of networking, etc. Maybe that's just the southern in me - or maybe it's the corporate world in me. Who knows?

We launched into this HUGE blown up conversation about being rude - that he didn't think it was necessary to introduce me and he didn't think I should have said anything about it and blah blah. Then he told me that it hurt his feelings when I picked on him about anything (something about my personality that I can't fix).

My jokes are in jest - no harm, no foul. I'll make fun of your shoes even if I like them secretly. I'm not really making fun of you - I just have nothing else to say and that's what comes to mind.

He made me fully aware this evening that he's "sensitive" and I should be careful what I say to him.

Haha. Right.

All in all, I've come to the conclusion that the city I live in, as wonderful as it may be, is just one big fucked up place. Yep. That's right. Psycho people everywhere.

Maybe I'm just having a bad day.

The price you pay to avoid a catastrophe

This morning, well, early, early morning. I had to get up and make my way to the airport. I am facilitating a training session in Philadelphia with some very important people who work with my company but in different offices.

I pack my bag, head out the door, and get on the road. Halfway to the airport, I realize that I didn't pack any 'special products' just in case something were to pop up out of the blue while I'm gone.

Sure enough, by the time I land in Philadelphia, I am in need of these products. I don't panic, just make my way through the airport and catch a cab to the hotel. I figure there's got to be a drugstore or shop somewhere relatively close to the hotel. I'm in a cream skirt suit with greyish pinstripes, so I'm lookin good; albeit terrified of a certain embarassing event that could take place if I don't do something about the situation.

After checking in and calling the front desk, I find out there's a grocery store "across the street."

I start my walk across the street, which is not really "across the street" at all. It's down the road, across the street towards the left and around from the back side of the building.

The 10-minute walk consisted of the standard landscaping truck full of sweaty guys honking and whistling. I believe there were at least 2 other cars/trucks who couldn't resist the urge to honk the horn, confirming that I dressed well today.

I purchased my 'items' and left the store. Trecking to the back of the building, back across the street, I was caught at the light. There's nothing like a woman in a hot skirt suit standing on a street corner to draw some attention.

Let us observe.

-"HAAAAYYYY Guuurrllll!" comes from a middle-aged man in an oldsmobile with a beard and cigarette hanging from his lips.

-hand waving in the air rapidly, "I'm just tryin to get one of those girls to see me!" the guys says to oldsmobile cigarette guy.

-"HOOOOOooonk". Much longer and louder than the honks on trip there.

I have come to the conclusion that I should either a) not wear such figure-complimenting clothing, b) come prepared, or c) stay out of Philadelphia.(I mean, I've been honked and yelled at before, but not 7 times in one day!)

Finally, I made it back to the hotel and into my room, paying a hefty price to avoid a complete catastrophe.