Weekend Update: Man of the House, He is Not...

His Slow Death, Has Been Fast Tracked...


So Mr. Henry & I have had a slight fight, i.e. parting of ways, i.e. lovers quarrel, i.e. he's in time-out for the umpteenth time. It pretty much stemmed from a little lot of selfishness on his end. Sorry to all you Mr. H lovers, but, let's keep it real. Mr. H and I aren't good for each other. (Although POW swears we are going to get married.) I think the history and comfort, and freaky shit keeps us going back for more. Like when he's good, he's not that bad. But when he pisses me off, it's only so much I can take before I reached my piss-tivity limit. Here's what happened.

Friday night, he wanted me to trek to his place to "fold sheets". By the time we actually got it together, the 3 ft. blizzard predictions had actually begun to come to fruition. I told him, that I wasn't sure how bad it was going to get and that I would prefer he come back to my place, because I had stuff to take care of in the morning, if the weather permitted He agreed. We stop and get food and drinks, and settle in for movies and a "sheet-folding marathon".

So Friday night, we fooled around but didn't have sex. I wake-up Saturday morning, and lo and behold the weathermen were actually right. Mr. H wakes up a little cranky, because we didn't make it a homerun night. He requested sex and breakfast. Houston, we have a problem. I didn't make it to the grocery store, so my fridge is bare. I tell him I'll throw something together, but I wanted to see how bad it was, because, I had stuff to take care of for my business.
I go out, and see that the snow is piling up on my porch. I decide to play super-diva, and start shoveling the snow. Mind you it's like 9 in the morning, and it's still going strong. For every patch I got done, it was covered about 10 minutes later. My neighbor comes out and we both shovel and chitchat. About 30 minutes later, I go inside and am a little peeved at Mr. H. He's sitting on the couch scratching his balls, watching t.v.

Him: What happened to breakfast

Me: Uhhh, are you f'n serious??? You coulda cooked. Why didn't you come check on me, or come out and help. You are so fucking lazy. I can't believe you just sat here the whole time & watched tv.

Him: Uhhhhhh, no one told you to go out and be superwoman. I just got up, and I've been calling the airline to check on my flight but couldn't get through. You said you were gonna cook, not go out & shovel snow at 9 in the morning

Me: My neighbor came out to help me

Him: You didn't give me a chance to get up and get dressed.

Me: You have to shovel my car out. I can't believe you

Trust me, this was only the beginning, to be continued...

Weekend Update: Wedding Bells The Partial Review

Saturday Night
6 almost 7 glasses of wine
A glass of champagne

DC is getting smaller and smaller. Granted my circle is pretty diverse and I often go to “new” and different events, places and hang out with different people. But I still manage to run into the same people. Case in point. Guess who I ran into on Thursday...Akeem. Ring a bell??? Actually this isn’t my first time running into him, since the infamous “non-date”. I’ve ran into him a few times. Once I didn’t recognize him because he changed his look completely. No, he didn’t do a Michael Jackson, but it was almost akin to an “Extreme Makeover”. I will give it to him though, he looked good pre and post-extreme makeover.

So I ran into him AGAIN this weekend. The only reason, I’m blogging about this run in, is because it was more than a “hi, how are you”. Thursday night we ended up leaving the bar, going to another bar, and I gave him a ride to his humble abode. Upon departure, he gave me a hug, that was a cross between “good to see you and wish you would come up”.

Now Saturday, here's where the shit get's interesting. But before I go into the details of Saturday late night, I have a confession, well not really, cause the news broke on twitter first. I went to a wedding with Mr. Henry. (pause) In my defense, the wedding was of a former client, so I didn't want to go solo. Had it been friends or family, I wouldn't mind. But to sit through a boring wedding and reception without a side-kick, is the equivalent of torture in time-out, in the corner, and by the way the wedding WAS boring.

So going with Mr. Henry made it somewhat bearable. No we aren't falling back into old habits, well atleast I'm trying not to. We talked and caught up, but I would say 64% of the time I zoned out & was in my own world. Can't help it, sometimes he talked about stuff I didn't feel like listening to. I got a text from Akeem during the reception, asking me what I was doing. I told him about my plans to chill because I was at a wedding. So after the reception, I drop Mr. H at the Metro and make my way to what was supposed to be a chill lounge. Some other friends were meeting me there, as well as Akeem.

I get there and it's crowded. Cool but crowded. So my friends make it, and introductions go around. I notice at some point Akeem and one of my friends are sitting EXTREMELY close together, heads bowed in deep conversation...

To Be Continued.... I'm on my second drink and am tired! Yeah, yeah...sue me.

The Weekend Update: March of the Penguins

Sorry for slacking on the updates, but I’m so used to writing twits in 140 characters or less, writing a blog seems like writing a novel right now! In any case, I had a good weekend (with the exception of yesterday, yesterday was a beast). Here’s the weekend review in no particular order...

7. Well since I fell of the pink sexy wagon on Thursday, I decided to go hard Friday & Saturday.
Friday = 5 glasses of wine, 2 Amstel Lights, 1 shot
Saturday = 4 Red Bull & vodka’s, 1 vanilla Stoli & lime, 1 Rum Runner

6. Friday was mostly chilling with the chick friends. Started off on U, went to NY Ave. Ended up back on U. Started at 6, didn’t get home till 2:30...I’m surprised I made it. Saturday was club hopping. Three clubs+ one night=good times.

5. I still don’t understand why guys continue to wear sunglasses in the clubs. Guess they didn’t get the “you are lame if you wear sunglasses in the club” memo.

4. I’ve been meeting a lot of guys from Brooklyn lately. Three things I noticed. (1) the migration from Brooklyn to DC. I feel like it’s equivalent to the march of the penguins. Like really. I’ve met like 30 guys from Brooklyn this weekend. Ok maybe not 30... (2). They talk a good game (3) Shy is not in their vocabulary. I met this young guy from Brooklyn two weeks ago. I told him he was too young for me. He was a persistent little something. He stroked my ego and was like, “what, you’re only like 23 or 24 right?”...talked my number right out of my hand, and I was sober!

3. I had to twit about this Saturday night. This guy tried to lick my face. Did I miss something. Is licking faces the new “in” thing?

2. This was the week/weekend Brian was supposed to be in town. I deleted his number after the last time I talked to him, so I never called to see if he was still coming. Saturday, I went to one of “our” spots we used to frequent for the first time since his departure. It was kind of weird, because I used to go there with him all the time. I almost expected him to pop up and start his “so you think you can dance” antics.

1. I start my string of vacations...first up Boston, Friday. Can’t wait. Boston get ready!

26 Hr. Marathon - In Theory It Was A Good Idea...

Ummm, so much to say. I am still adjusting to the fact it’s Monday, and I had an interesting weekend. So New York. What can I say. The plan was to not have a plan, and ummm well the spontaneity was exciting, but I’m not sure if I can pull another all nighter like that. Devin and I took the bus to New York around 2pm. That was the longest damn ride ever. We were supposed to get there at 6:15....three hours after the fact, we finally, finally made it to Penn Station. Not one’s for letting that ruin the night, we went and had dinner, found a cool spot called “The Groove” hung out there until 3am, found a bar a block away and hung out there until 4am...then we had 3 hours to kill before our return to D.C. I was dead, literally. I was so tired I was delirious, I thought I seen a kangaroo (probably an NYC rat), and never fully recovered on Saturday.



Last night, we hung out for about an hour together on U Street, and decided we’re going to try to do NY again this weekend.....



About Devin

Devin is just a friend, so don’t get too excited! He’s cool. He actually works for me, sorta. He’s attractive, a little goofy and nerdy, but a sweet sweet guy. He loves to have fun, but is into the “eclectic” type fun. We’ve hung out before- never like this. He just got out of a relationship, and with Brian’s departure, it’s a perfect match. I get my male hang out buddy, and he gets to have fun with me! What more can I ask for???

The End of the Weekend...No Bells & Whistles

So, my long weekend is finally over. Friday night, although I was still tired, from Brian's antics, I met a few friends for happy hour. The thing I love about DC, is you'll never run short on places to get drinks! It was a chill low-key thing. I ended up calling it an early night.

Saturday, I hung with some of my girls. We went to this lounge/club/bar and had a great time!

Sunday, I hung with my "younger" by 5 years co-worker. OMG, I'm getting old. We danced all night! I had a great time, but when I woke up, my body was sore. Damn, I haven't danced like that since my college days! I forgot how much energy the young one's have.

And Monday...what would the weekend be without finishing it with Brian. He went out of town Friday morning and pretty much de-planed and hung out with me as soon as he landed yesterday. We went and had drinks in Adams Morgan, then went to a bar by his place in VA. We had a few conversations. A little more insight into relationship stuff. I gave him the flask gift-set. I didn’t wrap it. Forwent the Safeway bag. No card. No note. No bells and whistles. It was just in the plain white box it came in. He seemed to like it.

I deleted his number when I got home.

The Start Of A Long Weekend...

As you know, my weekends start on Thursday (Wednesday if necessary). Thursday night I hung with Brian. He was out of town all week, got in Thursday and was leaving Friday morning at the butt crack of dawn; so we got our face time in. His roommate tagged along. Just a quick rundown of the night’s festivities, we went to a local bar by Brian’s house. His roommate & I shot pool, I won, then Brian & I were going to play, but he sunk the black ball in. Then we kinda just stood around and talked to people, clowned around etc. His roommate was flirting again. Let’s see, he tried to rub my hair, I moved his hand. He tried to touch my leg, I moved his hand. He asked me for a massage, I said no, and he asked me some other random questions...

It’s official, I’m charging this one to the game. I’m done with “them”. We left the bar, and I was trying to head home. They tricked me:

Brian: Where are you going.

Me: Home

Brian & Roomie: Why, it's still early, come with us

Me: No.

Brian: Don’t you want something to eat at this restaurant

Me: (hesitate)

Brian: Come on, stop being lame,

Roomie: You’re not the only one who has to go to work in the morning. We all gotta get up in the morning.

Me: You guys just ate.

Brian: I want something else though...I’m not really hungry, I’m just being greedy...

Me: I’ll come for a sec. It’s late...

We walk in the restaurant....and it’s a strip club. Ass Holes. They left that little tiny detail out! (I must say though, the place was very inconspicuous. Maybe it's cause the chicks had to wear pasties & underwear. I dunno.)

I left less than 5 minutes later.

My Random Week & Weekend In Review

In no particular order...

10. Mr. Henry spent the night last night.

9. Home was good but as soon as I got back, I hung with Brian.

8. I don’t think high-school relationships count, but my ex "Carlos" from h.s. (Mr. Good on Paper) sent me a text saying I was in his thoughts, etc. out the blue. It was so random, I thought something was wrong. Called him back to make sure he was ok.

7. The next day his girlfriend texts me and tells me to stop calling “her man”. a) do not bring the drama, b) take that up with him, c) what kind of insecure woman calls another woman...that’s just stupid and sooo very high-school. I called him and told him I didn’t appreciate her calling me and he needs to “check her”. He didn’t. They called me the next day...ugghh kids.

6. Tony called me, citing he hasn’t heard from me, and to “keep in touch more often”.

5. Mr. Henry and I had a long talk about “us”

4. Have you ever thought about someone else, while horizontal dancing”

3. I got Brian’s going away gift...the flask.

2. The tools are relentless. I also received other random texts from Chris and Latino Papi Alex

1. When the ex asked me if I was seeing anyone, I told him about Brian...I don’t understand how he says he still has feelings for me, and we haven’t dated since high-school, never had sex, and haven’t seen each other in like 5 years. My enquiring mind wants to know...

My Extended Fun Filled Weekend (Part 1 of 3)

Amazing, fun, jam packed, interesting...all words that come to mind when I think about the last four days. So much happened that I will have to break up the blogs into three parts. So, let me start at the beginning of my extended weekend.

Wednesday - Finally met Terry in person. He's a good on paper guy, but to sum everything else up...I would use the one word that first popped in my mind when I left his place. Horrible. Everything. End of story. After I left I went to pick up my friend "Party on Wheels" (P.O.W.) from the airport and talked her ear off on how everything played out.

Thursday - Me & P.O.W. went out. The night kind of started out slow, but picked up. I drove, so I couldn't indulge in drinking, which is fine. I have to practice on limiting my beer goggle experiences. I met this guy from Kenya with a British accent; I'll call "Ivan". He was cool at first, but then as our conversation progressed he became annoying. He asked me for a ride to his place. On the way there, he kept trying to convince me & P.O.W. to stop for breakfast or to come to his place. NO, WAY! He called me twice that night, twice Friday, and once today. Red flags!!! Potentially stalker-ish. Hmmm, I think I will put him in the "NWIH" (no way in hell) box.

Friday - The real fun began. Friday deserves it’s own blog. To be continued...