I sit here feeling ever so slightly hung over, and I can’t help but people watch and then proceed to judge. Sitting at the table right behind my BFF Katie, are two lesbians. I don’t even have to ask them, I can tell. They’ve got the hair, the topic of conversation is softball and there’s the vibe. You know the vibe, the one that makes a pretty little thing like me feel like they might try to recruit me at any moment. (I think I just threw up a little.) Then behind them, there are another couple of ladies that ordinarily wouldn’t have caught my eye except for one of them didn’t bother to change out of her mumu before trotting off to get coffee. Now I can’t really judge, I didn’t exactly bother to spruce myself up before trotting up here myself, but I’ll be damned if you’ll ever find me out and about in a mumu. Word.
Behind the counter are two gals that seem OK. The one seems really nice and just quiet but the other one has a voice that really annoys me and she wasn’t all that polite to me when I was ordering my drink and getting a muffin for the boy. Whatever. I hate this place. I don’t know why I ever come here. The help sucks, the music makes me want to hit someone, and they are slower than the line at the DMV.
So last night I had my girls meet me out for a few drinks and some dinner. Hence the ever so slight hang over. They came out to support me because I was in the process of being “let go” by my then boyfriend Steve. I needed to get out of the house and get it off my mind and they did the trick. There were tears at the table but it was quickly smoothed over by my girls and their abilities to show me the positive side. Like maybe I could use his pajamas to help start a fire in my fire place. I do love fires and I frequently have a difficult time getting them going. The boy and I have been using a book that I couldn’t finish. This book was so bad that I refused to even give it away so we use it to fan the flames and get the fire going. Now I seem to have one more thing to assist us with that! My other option was to DHL them back to him but they didn’t like that idea. So here I sit, single again, a little hung over, worried that the knitting party I have planned for today will be a flop and wondering where this crazy day will take me. We shall see!
My Mom and Dad are doing a Bible study together right now and they were both working on it when the boy and I landed at their house for a free dinner. Mom was making taco salad yo! Anyway, they study they were doing was about Jacob and Esau. These two were twins. Esau was born first and came out all red and hairy so they named him Esau which means literally (I’m told) “red and hairy”. Jacob came out second and he was holding on to Esau’s heel so they named him Jacob which means deceiver or more literally, one who holds the heel or something very close to that. I don’t claim to know all about names and their origins and meanings. Just try to keep up with me here.
The point of the study was that they parents of these two boys named the first one by what he looked like, and the second one by how he behaved. The author then asked that the reader think back on any two siblings that they had known since birth and try to name them with these same methods. My Dad of course thought of my sister and myself. She being the eldest, she should be named by her looks. He asked me to try this practice before he would tell me what he came up with so my first response was: #1 - Ugly Baby and #2 - Perfection! They didn’t really think that was as funny as I did but whatever. I don’t even remember what my second attempt was. After much consideration and pondering, my Dad came up with “Serenity” for my sister because she looks so serene and “Kitty” for me. Apparently I behave like a kitten. If you’ll recall, the last time my Father donned me with a name it was “The Spicy One”. I’m starting to see a trend. Independent, sure. Sometimes. Let’s you know when I’m ready for attention, well yeah. Who doesn’t? Naps a lot. PAH!! That’s ALL I’d do if I had my druthers. I’m clean, that’s for sure.
The moral of the story is, my sister is the good daughter with a well balanced life (husband, home, dogs, job - she’s the happy one, makes friends easily, can cook and basically has it all) but I get the good names.
It’s been over a month!! I can’t believe I have left you all without reading material for so long. In case I feel some need to take another sabbatical though, my friend Katie always has something interesting going on on her blog.
So, next Saturday, October 25th, my hero James Hetfield and his band Metallica are coming to Kansas City and playing at the Sprint Center. I haven’t seen them in concert in probably 4 - 5 years. I was an irresponsible fan and I did not get logged on and make the purchase of tickets in time and the concert sold out. I can honestly say that if anyone knows only one thing about me, it is almost always that I love Metallica. In an unhealthy way. When their most recent album came out, people that no longer work here and that never really even like me, made contact with me to see what I thought of it. I’ve have someone that I worked with 2 years ago that has since moved to Florida and started a new life text me to tell me he thought about me when he heard the new song in the car. Several people here at the office make references to the band and one called me back to his desk yesterday just so I could hear Metallica on his computer because Sirius was playing them. This is how unhealthy my infatuation is. The last concert I went to, James took his shirt off on stage and I made out with the stranger sitting to my right. I’ll never forget that night.
Alas, a friend here at work has a friend that purchased tickets and is no longer able to use them. He offered them to me for a slight mark-up and I jumped, lunged, threw my whole self at the opportunity. For the chance to see them again? Are you kidding me?? Totally worth it.
Unfortunately reality set in and I realized that I need to make a mortgage payment so I cannot afford the tickets. This is a sad day. Depression is starting. It is almost worth it to get to go to that show but I do also enjoy having a home to come back to every day. One to stay in when I’m sick. Somewhere to go when I’m too lazy to get dressed. I tell ya though, it was one of the most difficult decisions I’ve had to make. You think deciding if you want to exercise or not every morning is stressful? Try deciding between a home and something equally as important. A Metallica concert. Sadly, the fact that there is a poor economy right now and there’s never a guarantee that I’ll have a paycheck won out over the solid reasoning I had for buying the tickets.
So next weekend, when all of the cool people in town are rocking out with James, Lars, Kirk and the new guy, I will be hanging out in my living room rocking out alone to the S&M (Symphony and Metallica you dirty minds) DVD.