I'm blogging under duress. I was told I'd be killed if I didn't produce a blog today. So here we go. I'm lucky something interesting happened to me tonight. I'm still dealing with the jet-lag so be patient. I'm all merrrrr right now.
This evening I met up with one of my very best guy friends Iggy and his wonderful girlfriend/new fiancee Aisha. I hadn't seen the two of them in a while and there was much to be discussed (China! The ring! Green poop!). We met up at Atwoods in Cambridge and let it just be known, I don't usually *do* Cambridge. It's very rare that I cross the river (that's the Charles River for all those non-Bostonians) to the other side and into Cambridge. But I do it for people I care about because I'm nice and not a complete bitch.
Anyway so we had some beers, got a glass of champagne and rehashed our comings and goings in about two hours. Around 9:15 we left the bar and lingered in front of Lucy (that's Iggy's car) shooting the breeze and making plans to get drunk in a couple of weekends. The Fall air ripped through me sending a shiver down my back and I proclaimed, "GAH! It's so freezing out." (I was wearing jeans, a black hoodie, a black pashmina and sandals. Super appropriate footwear. Whatever. I'll be in flips until the first snow fall!!)
"Excuse me. It's not cold out out. It's actually perfect weather right now."
I looked up to see who dare challenge me in a "season-off". It was a guy who was walking into Atwoods with a group of friends I noticed right before I commented on the cold. He was pretty nondescript looking; he was no Craig Ferguson but he wasn't a complete tree troll either.
"I happen to really enjoy summer."
"Yeah but you can get summer and winter anywhere! New England is the only part of the country where you have fall."
"True. But I like to be hot. I like to melt and be tan. Everyone looks better tan."
"You're right." Then he extended his hand, "I'm John."
I took his hand, shook it and told him my name.
"Lisa."
"Lisa. What are you doing this weekend?"
"Going to New York."
"Where?"
"New York.
"Where in New York?"
"Manhattan."
"Where in Manhattan?"
Was I on a quiz show?
"Upper East Side."
"So are you moving there?"
"No."
"So you're just visiting?"
"Yes."
"Do you live here?"
"Yes."
"Where do you live?"
Was this guy, like trying to beat a record?
"Southie."
"Are you around next weekend?"
"No. I'll be at the Cape."
John decided to let up on the questions for five minutes and inform us how Atwoods is an awesome bar (the three of us have been there many times) and how he lives right down the street.
"Oh you live in Cambridge?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Well, she doesn't do the river," Iggy informed him, jerking his head my way.
"That's ok. I can do Southie."
John asked us to come join him for another drink and I told him I still had to unpack from China and then pack for New York.
"You were in China?"
"Yes."
"What do you do for work?"
"I work in packaging."
"Wow. That must be really cool."
"It is."
"We have offices over there." Then he said the name of his company which I can't remember but Iggy recognized it.
"You work in computers?"
"Yes."
"IT?"
"Yes."
Iggy gave me a curt nod, folded his arms and then proceeded to take in the show with Aisha.
Our new friend then informed us that he was a little "drinky drinky" from the evenings festivities. I'm not sure what festivities exactly but he had been drinking! He then turned to Iggy and said, "I say drinky drinky. I don't really say drunk."
Minus twenty-four points.
"You know where I'd love to go on vacation? Chernobyl."
Crickets from the crowd.
"Why?" I asked "So you can grow two heads and five penises?"
"Well. Five penises wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing."
John started to tick off all of the places he wanted to take me. "So we'll go to Radius, or this place or that place - - those are really cute shoes by the way."
Uh...did he just comment my shoes? Not sure how to take that.
"Thanks. They're actually jelly shoes." (Don't judge. They are cute.)
"Why are they called jelly shoes?"
Aisha and I replied in unison, "Because they are made out of jelly."
My shoes are in fact, NOT made out of jelly. I am not, in fact, walking around on Smuckers Grape. They are shoes that are plastic that have a gelatinous look.
"Oh. Cool. So why don't I give you my card and you can call me?"
"Why don't I give you my number and you can call me."
"I don't have pen."
"You have a phone."
"Right!"
He put his number in my phone. I'm not the girl who's quick enough or stealth enough to give a fake number. A clown will ask for my number and if I try to give a fake one I'm all, "Uh it's uuuuh merr..123-453-uuuuh....Q...I mean..." By that time they've already realized that the jig is up and have walked away. So I gave John my real number. Aisha watched him and then said, "You gonna put her name in there so you know who it is?"
"Right."
This was getting a little ridiculous.
John then informed me that he was from Connecticut.
Minus 500,543,654,768 points.
A few other things went down. It was getting late, I was cold and still had to pack. John extended his hand, apologized for interrupting us but just had to say hello because I was "so pretty."
Thanks John.
Iggy has 5 bucks on a phone call and Aisha thinks that no matter what he seems like a fun guy to hang out with.
We'll see. The shoes comment though has me slightly irked. Oh and the fact that he didn't remember my name.
Anyway so we had some beers, got a glass of champagne and rehashed our comings and goings in about two hours. Around 9:15 we left the bar and lingered in front of Lucy (that's Iggy's car) shooting the breeze and making plans to get drunk in a couple of weekends. The Fall air ripped through me sending a shiver down my back and I proclaimed, "GAH! It's so freezing out." (I was wearing jeans, a black hoodie, a black pashmina and sandals. Super appropriate footwear. Whatever. I'll be in flips until the first snow fall!!)
"Excuse me. It's not cold out out. It's actually perfect weather right now."
I looked up to see who dare challenge me in a "season-off". It was a guy who was walking into Atwoods with a group of friends I noticed right before I commented on the cold. He was pretty nondescript looking; he was no Craig Ferguson but he wasn't a complete tree troll either.
"I happen to really enjoy summer."
"Yeah but you can get summer and winter anywhere! New England is the only part of the country where you have fall."
"True. But I like to be hot. I like to melt and be tan. Everyone looks better tan."
"You're right." Then he extended his hand, "I'm John."
I took his hand, shook it and told him my name.
"Lisa."
"Lisa. What are you doing this weekend?"
"Going to New York."
"Where?"
"New York.
"Where in New York?"
"Manhattan."
"Where in Manhattan?"
Was I on a quiz show?
"Upper East Side."
"So are you moving there?"
"No."
"So you're just visiting?"
"Yes."
"Do you live here?"
"Yes."
"Where do you live?"
Was this guy, like trying to beat a record?
"Southie."
"Are you around next weekend?"
"No. I'll be at the Cape."
John decided to let up on the questions for five minutes and inform us how Atwoods is an awesome bar (the three of us have been there many times) and how he lives right down the street.
"Oh you live in Cambridge?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Well, she doesn't do the river," Iggy informed him, jerking his head my way.
"That's ok. I can do Southie."
John asked us to come join him for another drink and I told him I still had to unpack from China and then pack for New York.
"You were in China?"
"Yes."
"What do you do for work?"
"I work in packaging."
"Wow. That must be really cool."
"It is."
"We have offices over there." Then he said the name of his company which I can't remember but Iggy recognized it.
"You work in computers?"
"Yes."
"IT?"
"Yes."
Iggy gave me a curt nod, folded his arms and then proceeded to take in the show with Aisha.
Our new friend then informed us that he was a little "drinky drinky" from the evenings festivities. I'm not sure what festivities exactly but he had been drinking! He then turned to Iggy and said, "I say drinky drinky. I don't really say drunk."
Minus twenty-four points.
"You know where I'd love to go on vacation? Chernobyl."
Crickets from the crowd.
"Why?" I asked "So you can grow two heads and five penises?"
"Well. Five penises wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing."
John started to tick off all of the places he wanted to take me. "So we'll go to Radius, or this place or that place - - those are really cute shoes by the way."
Uh...did he just comment my shoes? Not sure how to take that.
"Thanks. They're actually jelly shoes." (Don't judge. They are cute.)
"Why are they called jelly shoes?"
Aisha and I replied in unison, "Because they are made out of jelly."
My shoes are in fact, NOT made out of jelly. I am not, in fact, walking around on Smuckers Grape. They are shoes that are plastic that have a gelatinous look.
"Oh. Cool. So why don't I give you my card and you can call me?"
"Why don't I give you my number and you can call me."
"I don't have pen."
"You have a phone."
"Right!"
He put his number in my phone. I'm not the girl who's quick enough or stealth enough to give a fake number. A clown will ask for my number and if I try to give a fake one I'm all, "Uh it's uuuuh merr..123-453-uuuuh....Q...I mean..." By that time they've already realized that the jig is up and have walked away. So I gave John my real number. Aisha watched him and then said, "You gonna put her name in there so you know who it is?"
"Right."
This was getting a little ridiculous.
John then informed me that he was from Connecticut.
Minus 500,543,654,768 points.
A few other things went down. It was getting late, I was cold and still had to pack. John extended his hand, apologized for interrupting us but just had to say hello because I was "so pretty."
Thanks John.
Iggy has 5 bucks on a phone call and Aisha thinks that no matter what he seems like a fun guy to hang out with.
We'll see. The shoes comment though has me slightly irked. Oh and the fact that he didn't remember my name.