you yada yada-ed over the best part!

Oh man.

I knew this year was going to rock. In January I sat down and said that I basically had had enough with myself, with my life and the way things were going. I decided to stop bitching about things that I could not change and to take charge with the things I could and thus far, things are working better than I could have ever imagined.

I just wanted to get that out of the way.

So Friday was of course karaoke at Burnham Bowl... I went with Eric and Brant and there was much fun. Eric and I did Eddie Money and Ronnie Spector's "Take Me Home Tonight" which is still a perennial favorite. We befriended this drunk girl and her equally drunk boyfriend (well, actually Brant did.. they took him home with them to smoke pot, but I am pretty sure they could have had a threesome).

Saturday was my TNT kickoff party... that was kind of a tear jerker. The father of the kid we are running for got up and started talking about him and started crying and pretty much everyone in the room was crying too. I got my official training packet, which is pretty terrifying to look at and realise that in June (JUNE!!!) I will be running/jogging/walking 10 miles on a Saturday. You have got to be f-ing joking me. I have to go buy shoes which is going to be interesting... right now my feet are kind of killing me as I am clearly wearing the wrong kind, but that is okay... I'll remedy that.

On Sunday I went to Racine and with Jacks, walked from my parents house to the ligthouse and back down which was about three miles. We then went swimming and oooh, did I get some sun! I love this summery feeling, it has been way too long.

Now with all the niceties out of the way, the dirt: so on Saturday, Troy and I were going to go see Grindhouse or what have you but when I was training (I went from my apt to the stadium and back, essentially) I realised that the last thing I wanted to do was to go sit inside a movie theatre (even though it IS the Rosebud, which is awesome) and as he had just been biking, he really didnt want to either. So he came by and we walked to Antigua, which is a block from my place and serves up a mean latin cusine. It was really authentic, which was a nice change of pace. We started drinking, he had tequila sunrises and I had coconut-raspberry margaritas... which ws really playing with fire on my part. Every really boneheaded stunt that I have pulled has been a direct result of tequila.

At the end of the meal, the waitress brings out "complementary shots of msdadkjhakjdh" and i looked at Troy and said "What did she say this was a shot of?" and he goes "Eh, I have no idea. Cheers!" and we took it down.

At that moment, I almost threw up. It was peach schnapps, which I DESPISE. A very ill fated St Patricks day 4 years ago rendered it impossible for me to stomach much anything peach flavored, let alone the devil's brew itself. My body now recognises peach schnapps as a poison and it took everything I had not to puke right there at the table.

So we went back to my place and polished off a bottle of cabernet sauvignon and smoked a pretty copious amount of pot. I am really going to have to knock all this business off though... training for a marathon means easy on the booze and no more pot smoking. Brownies however... I kid, I kid.

He kissed me goodbye. It was tender and sweet. I almost think we might be seeing each other. Is that possible? I asked him when he wanted to get his ass kicked in rummy and he suggested Tuesday. TUESDAY?! I wasn't going to suggest anything before Thursday so as not to come across too strong or too interested (goddamn, I hate these games!) but lo: he did. Plus, generally when we end a chat on IM he says something like "later" or nothing at all. But last night he wished me sweet dreams. SWEET DREAMS? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Further, he commented on my myspace, which he has never done, so it showed a little "I'm thinking about you-ness" which is v. v. nice.

Oh man.


::dies::