Let Me Think About It

Ain't stoppin' for no one...

I had a small epiphany this weekend, I am no longer the person I was three years ago.  I understand people change over time but I feel that I have become more ethical and rational with my decision-making skills.  Some things I assume it would benefit, others I could kick myself.  Anyway this song is dedicated to the women I was three years ago.

Well it occurred to me how assertive and confident, well more or less how pompous just a few years ago when I was younger. Some may think that I didn't change..but thats just them. ha ha. I think I wasn't aware of judgment.  I knew people could think whatever and pretty much I didn't care what they thought.  Now I feel a little hesitant since there are always someone's eye watching your every move.  That limits what would be acceptable at your age, well in my opinion.  Things I did when I was 21 are very different on what I do at 24.

So Saturday night I went out to meet up with Good in Bed and her trio of friends. I called up The Storyteller and invited her out to come dancing.  After the original plan fell through, we ended up at FELT.  I had only been there a few times, once for dinner and weekday excursions with The Sister for gay nights.  Which were pretty fun.  The look of the crowd on the dance floor wasn't so hot since it was filled with other girls, some not so pretty to look at.  Anyway, besides the point.  So Good in Bed always knows how to use her milkshakes, she sweet talked the bouncer into letting 10 of us go to the top floor and not wait in a wretched line.

Upstairs was interesting.  The music was much worse.  Which is annoying since we wanted to dance. You have to have great music and beats to dance and possibly someone fun to dance with.  Anyway so while I was out on the floor with The Storyteller, there is a guy whom I found cute.  The only problem was that he was dancing with another girl.  But it is more or less the "friendly dance" they weren't bumping and grinding.  She made a few attempts to B&G but he wasn't clearly reciprocating.  At this point, I could do one of two things, 1) continue dancing with The Storyteller or 2) go with this dude. I back-flashed to another moment in life.

Well three years ago, I earned the name The Dirty SURFer while at Dartmouth.  There were a few things, well more than a few, assertive "actions" I was known for with my group of friends. Nothing bad, but I didn't things that were a bit scandalous.  Plus were were the "elite" SURFer* kids.  With this group of friends, we were all scientists and I appeared as the "innocent one," until I showed my true colors.  Back to the story, so we were in the social hour of a local conference.  My Miami Love and I were dancing and I spotted a guy I met earlier that day through my friend Berkeley*.  Anyway the situation was that he was dancing with another girl, the "friendly dance." The assertive person I was (at the time) decided he needed to dance with me.  I ended up squeezing in between him and the girl.  I think I remember it was Rihanna's hit Pon de Replay.  Apparently my friend FUPA* overheard the following conversation:

Girl I Pushed Out of the Way: OMG this girl came up and pushed me out of the way while I was dancing with (Insert victim's name)
Girl I Pushed Out of the Way's Friend: Seriously, why did you let her?
Girl I Pushed Out of the Way: She just pushed me. (then she scoffed)

Ha ha ha.  I ended up just hanging out with him for the rest of the night.  I was barricaded from my hotel room Miami Love had her boyfriend (now husband) visiting. Well we later exchanged our pseudo business cards the next day, since he was doing research at NYU that summer.  I left it as is cause I was never going to see him again.  But he was a friend of Berkeley who thought I was ridiculous.

So fast-forward three years in FELT.  I just could not bring myself to "push" this girl out of the way.  I think if I had heard the Pon de Replay song, I just might have.  God that was a crazy summer.

So I ended up not dancing with the guy but later saw the guy with his friends.  But didn't even bother with him since my heels were killing me.  After three hours of dancing no wonder I can actually run up a mountain easily. lol.

xoxo

--Nicknames (I have not done in a while)
*Berkeley, my favorite Red Sox fan whom I met out at Dartmouth.  He loves running and now goes to Berkeley. I was suppose to visit him but haven't yet, soon!

*FUPA, well he is a fabulous man!  I call him FUPA because he kept saying fupa all summer long.  We had a long discussion about what a FUPA was and who had one.  I laughed every time I see a woman with one, I only remember the nights in my dorm room with my favorite crew.

*SURFer, well the program we were in was the Summer Undergraduate Research Program aka "SURF". So we were know as "SURFers" from a time to time.  Dirty was added after my stupid actions as being a crazy girl during the program.  Great summer.

Hang over the wall of the VIP...

The lesson I learned in the my ridiculous week is, its not what you know, its who you know. Very good advice.

This song by the way is pretty dumb but its funny just how ridiculous Lil Wayne is, I never really endorsed any of his songs until now.  Oops.  Well I lived semi-VIP-ish this weekend.

On Friday I left work early to head over to Fenway.  I hate the tourists.  I forgot how difficult tourists are because they walk slow on the sidewalk and T and order slow in restaurants and pretty much everywhere else.  Anyway finally arrived at GameOn and started the evening with a Stella tallboy.  I sent my last wishes to Manny, I secretly hoped that Bay would make a sweet premiere at the game.  The Sister got tickets through her work so I was happy not having to shell out cash for the event.  Fenway was spectacular as always.  I think any sporting event is pretty fabulous when you know people who can get to tickets and even pay for them.  Well the Red Sox finally beat the Oakland As after 12 innings, when Bay the Newcomer hit a triple and Drew brought him in for the scoring run.  I heart the BoSox!

Well after the game I ended up getting a ride to Harvard with Potter, Corona and The Sister.  I left with Corona and took the T home because The Sister said she was going to Waltham.  I attempted to get a cab, which failed.  I hate that.  So I ended up walking home from the train.  I was tired so long walks at midnight annoy me.  I ended up listening to my iPod and venturing home.  I was near the road, minding my own business when I see truck lights flash near me.  I turn to see, just incase I could potentially get runover while on the sidewalk.  The white pick-up has all its four windows down and one of the males yells and asks,"how much?"

Wow, did I just get solicited for sex?  I am at first baffled since I am by no means 1)dressed like a hooker, 2)I am not wearing anything scandelous, just my RedSox Lowell jersey and a skirt, 3)WTF!  I was literally just walking, I don't care if I was wearing a skirt, it is rude to "holla".  I don't take it as a compliment.  In my response, I yelled at them that I would call the cops on them if they didn't leave me alone and I can easily take down their license plate number.  They stepped on it and I was dumbfounded.   Seriously?  This gives me one more reason I hate boys.

Saturday was enjoyable. I got ready for my night with The Boss, yes BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN!  I got free tickets to his concert through my work. The best part was they were the Fidelity Club seats at Gillette Stadium, which go for 199 per ticket.  I invited Potter since I knew she would enjoy The Boss.  On the way down, I looked up why he was called The Boss.  I forgot how much I loved his music. I had to post a few of my favorite songs and their videos.  Enjoy!

I'm Goin' Down, the lyrics are amazing...I heart him!

Hungry Heart, this reminds me of my mum.

Sunday, I woke up a bit tired from getting in late.  Convert...AMAZING!  Well I ended up staying in bed a bit longer and eating my Cocoa Pebbles, I secretly am obsessed with children's cereals.  Froot Loops were my favorite for a while, now its those chocolate rice crispies.  I finally decided I should go into the museum.  I got a hold of Drunk Girlfriend, she wanted to see Shakespeare in the Park in the Boston Commons.  I attempted to pack things up before I left the house, but didn't even bother getting a rain coat.  The museum was fabulous, I told my epic journey of the Jay Peak Marathon to my fellow volunteers.  I got to work in the Arthropods Rule the World exhibit, which was pretty fun.  I just hate talking about arachnids.  After the museum, I left for the Commons.  Drunk Girlfriend planned on the wine, I took care of the food.  I went over to Whole Foods, grabbed some Chevre and cabbaita.  I didn't know what else to get, I paced the aisles and settled for spicy tuna and avocado rolls, along with veggies and hummus.

I sped walked through Beacon Hill, it was a work out, the rain was drifting away, after 5 minutes of trying to find Drunk Girlfriend, I met her near the front of the stage.  She knew the General Manager of the show, who then hooked us up with free VIP seats, literally 12 feet from the stage.  I was excited since this was my first Shakespeare in the Park.  Great show, apparently the guy from In Plain Sight was the lead role for As You Like It.  I loved all the characters, they were pretty believable and amazing.

Another pondering thought.  I think if a guy took me to all these events in one weekend, I would be on Cloud 9. It would be the athlete, the musician, the historian and poet all combined into one person.  Yet, he doesn't exist.  Instead I had all my fabulous friends to join me. Who could ask for better?  Not I!

xoxo