6 posts tagged “bar”

I had an interesting night last night to say the least...I had a happy hour event with my running club right after work at Kate O'Brien's downtown - there were about 30 or so of club people and friends of club people. The Reverend had been asking when we would hang again and when I told him I was doing the happy hour, he asked if he could meet me there. I said, SURE. So, we get there and I'm mingling with all my friends (guys and girls) and having fun. He knows several people in the club from races so I don't feel the need to babysit him or anything. Anyway, he gets kind of pouty, clingy and possessive and starts to drive me crazy. I'm thinking - BACK OFF - we went out like ONE time!!!

So after watching my Lakers lose (sniff, sniff), this guy B who was definitely trying to hook up with one of us girls invited my girlfriend C,  The Reverend and I for dinner. I accepted. We walked to this little Italian place, Umbria right by the bar and basically were kind of rowdy and raunchy talking about sex, vibrators, love, and everything in between. The Reverend was even more pouty at dinner - barely looking my way - obviously something bothering him. B paid for EVERYONE's meal - sweet deal if you ask me - and then we leave the restaurant and B and C say they're going to meet up with some folks at another bar. I tell them I'm just going to head home and they offer me a ride. The Reverend says he'll take me - I say, "are you sure? I thought you had plans in the Mission?" He says its fine. We get in the car and he starts complaining - "why did we have to have dinner with that douche bag? And why couldn't we have alone time?" and wah, wah, fucking wah. I say, "look, to be honest, I think you're great but you're moving way too fast for me. I'd like to hang out with you but we need to slow it down and maybe just see where things go from there.." Like the little child that he is (and mind you this is also after he had attempted to plant one on me), pulls over right by the Ferry Bldg (so obviously not close to my home) and says, "this isn't working." He more or less kicked me out of his car. I got sidewalked - which I must admit, is a FIRST.

So there I am...pissed the fuck off...standing on the Embarcadero late night and there is not a single cab in sight. I call my friend B (girl B) and it turns out she's across the street at Americano with friends. I go and join them for a bit and then share a cab home later. At Americano, she helps me write a text to the fabuolous and charming Reverend...and it goes a little something like this (mind you, there was champagne involved in the writing of this text):

"I hope you know you are an ASSHOLE...classy move to leave a girl on the sidewalk at night alone...Grow up Reverend - or go back to seminary school. I mean, seriously - WWJD?"

He never wrote back, apologized, or anything. I'm still pretty shocked that he acted that way but at least I know now...

So after my wonderfully late night on Friday night, I got up on Saturday, had a little argument with Mr. Lawyer and then put on my game face for the Union Street Fair festivities. I met up with C and N at a house party filled with hot sausages. It was seriously like hot guy central - everywhere I turned, there were more hot athletic guys. It was a pretty decent party. :)

After a vodka soda, I started to mingle a little more. I met Mr. Midwest right as The Reverend was making his way with his friend J to the party. I gave my number to Mr. Midwest right in front of The Reverend (probably pretty obviously) and I could see the jealousy on his face. Whatever though - he's not my boyfriend. He tried to put his arm around me like he was claiming his territory and I shrugged it off like any normal single girl on the prowl would do. As the party started to die down, the group of us made our way towards the festival and decided to stop in at Perry's.

Perry's was another can of worms. The first person I ran into was The Guy I Blew Off. The Guy I Blew Off walked up to me and said, "how do I know you?" I said, "I'm not sure but you do look familiar." He said, "wait, what's your name?" And when I answered, it clicked and he realized we'd met at Harry's some time ago. He had persistently called (to no avail) for about a week. I never called him back. We kind of awkwardly joked about and then he introduced me to his group of buddies saying, "he guys this is that chick that blew me off - remember her from Harry's??" AWESOME. I see The Reverend getting jealous and pissed from the corner of my eye and it irritates me. The Guy I Blew Off comes over and says hi to the girls - N tells him how annoying he is - which was totally funny and fantastic. Then, we meet this other group of guys who were just totally funny and start telling them our names are Basil, Oregano, and Cinnamon (us meaning the girls obviously). I'm still not quite sure how that started - but we deemed ourselves the Spice Girls for the rest of the night. FUNTASTIC. Why I picked Oregano (the least sexy of the spices), I'm not sure. My girlfriends laughed at me (rightly so) and asked why not Saffron, or Pepper or even Nutmeg? Anything but Oregano. But I'd already picked it. Then, my girlfriend M showed up with guy friend M and we started boat racing beers in the middle of Perry's (yes, we really did this) followed by borrowing a flash light and getting down to search for M's lost memory card....at some point, Perry's became a lot less interesting and we decided to head to a bar.

Not sure which bar - that is all a little fuzzy. C and N left and I ended up with just The Reverend, his buddy J and these two totally random girls. I don't remember one of the girl's names but the other (no joke) was named Darling. I usually dont post real names but for the sake of capturing all that is great about this night, I have to talk about the fact that I met a girl whose real name is Darling. Hahah. So, I sort of remember doing some combo of swing and ballroom dancing in the middle of the bar followed by too many drinks...and I'm pretty sure we almost closed the place down. The next thing I know we're at my kitchen table with more vodka and tons of junk food. We're wasted. Darling, J, The Reverend, myself and the other random chick. Then, all of a sudden, its morning. The Reverend and random chick are sleeping in my bed with me. Darling and J are on the floor in the hallway. Totally freaking crazy. They leave at 5 something in the morning and I continue to sleep off my horrible headache.

The Reverend kept calling to hang out last night but I was just kind of over it. I really don't feel like spending that much time with one person and I'm not sure I'm really even feeling him. I just don't want things to move so quickly so I just made up an excuse to get out of it. Good thinking...I was so much happier to be a bum yesterday and recover from my liver damaging experience on Saturday night. :)

And this is why I am a college freshman.

So first and foremost, I need to write about Sex & the City (aka SATC). I went with a large group of ladies (duh) to the Kabuki theater - awesome movie theater because its complete with a bar! We smuggled our own champagne in as any smart girls would do knowing how crowded the movie/bar would be. Girls were literally dressed to the nines - dresses, hot shoes - and all for a movie! I LOVED every minute of the experience. We had a few glasses of champagne in the bar and then headed in to the movie with glasses smuggled from the bar and more champagne.

I don't want to give anything away for those who have not yet lived through this amazing experience that is so much more than a movie but all I will say is that I laughed, I cried, and I fell in love. :)

After the fabulous movie, the girls and I headed over to Festa, a karaoke lounge nearby. It was pretty much the greatest place ever - well, as far as karaoke lounges come. We had some cosmos (duh) and ended up staying at the bar till almost 4 am!!! No joke - the bartenders loved us so much, they kept open till 4 am for us - which was pretty much the most amazing thing ever.

As I made my way home, I noticed messages from Mr. Lawyer. I was drunk enough to call him back and basically asked him to not speak to me ever again (again, again and again). UGH.

So first and foremost, I need to write about Sex & the City (aka SATC). I went with a large group of ladies (duh) to the Kabuki theater - awesome movie theater because its complete with a bar! We smuggled our own champagne in as any smart girls would do knowing how crowded the movie/bar would be. Girls were literally dressed to the nines - dresses, hot shoes - and all for a movie! I LOVED every minute of the experience. We had a few glasses of champagne in the bar and then headed in to the movie with glasses smuggled from the bar and more champagne.

I don't want to give anything away for those who have not yet lived through this amazing experience that is so much more than a movie but all I will say is that I laughed, I cried, and I fell in love. :)

After the fabulous movie, the girls and I headed over to Festa, a karaoke lounge nearby. It was pretty much the greatest place ever - well, as far as karaoke lounges come. We had some cosmos (duh) and ended up staying at the bar till almost 4 am!!! No joke - the bartenders loved us so much, they kept open till 4 am for us - which was pretty much the most amazing thing ever.

As I made my way home, I noticed messages from Mr. Lawyer. I was drunk enough to call him back and basically asked him to not speak to me ever again (again, again and again). UGH.

Friday night was my first date with The Reverend. He called around 7:45 to let me know he was still in Berkeley (AKA running late). I said, cool - grabbed a glass of wine, turned on some music and chilled. In the meantime, my friend B called so I told her to swing by. The Reverend called again to let me know he was close and I told him B was with me and would likely be joining us...whatever...it was too late for dinner and crazy 1 on 1 date time...but just right for bar hopping. He showed up a little after 9 looking pretty cute - he has a great butt - and we had a glass or two of wine at my place. Thank God for B - she grilled him on everything I was wondering - can reverends have sex? drink? cuss? He said yes to all thankfully. :)

After a few glasses of wine we headed over to Horseshoe Tavern which was a super crowded sausage fest -- I swear I'm always on a date when the sausage are out in full force. Oh well. After a drink, B decided to leave as she had been drinking all afternoon before that anyway. He and I decided to keep moving and walked to Balboa, then Mauna Loa to shoot some hoops and then last stop City Tavern. Oh, and somewhere along our course he bought me a slice of pizza...yum....Anyway, at City Tavern he asked if he could kiss me. So we kissed. And yes, now I can say that I've kissed a reverend. He's a good kisser - very sensual and sweet. After our last drink there we headed back to my place and  naturally I told him he had to stay over because I couldn't allow him to drive home after drinking as much as we did.

We hooked up and I stopped things before they got to sex. Damn though - almost sex with a reverend? Is that possible?

I'm not quite ready for things to move this fast which is why I probably blew him off to hang out the rest of the weekend. I want to see him again - I'm just not ready for the physical yet. I'm still not over Mr. Lawyer. :(

So Mr. Lawyer and I are officially over. There's no real rhyme or reason - other than the simple fact that he doesn't love me and doesn't think he can love me. Its just so weird because he was being super boyfriend the whole night and then out of nowhere breaks up with me. I've had a week to sort of brood over it. I've had the ups and downs, the tears, the heartache and the many conversations with my girlfriends....but none if it will change what has already happened. Oh well. There's nothing more to do now - its time to just move on.

Mr. Psycho Hose Beast Ex has also been back. He sent me an email saying basically that he wanted to finally come clean. Apparently, when all the badness and madness (as I like to call it) was happening...all the shit that caused us to finally call off our engagement and basically drive each other mad, was a result of his coke habit that I had no idea he had. He emailed me this long explanation of how now that he's clean, he realizes that he's fucked up the best thing that ever happened to him. He turned away from me instead of asking for my help and now he wants my forgiveness and understanding. I've forgiven friends for drugs. I've never held a grudge but how do you let someone back into your life who royally fucked up your heart, your ability to believe and to love? I just don't know...

On a lighter note, the dating blog is back. I'm officially single and am going out (again) like a mad woman. Trying to keep busy and my mind off of things...I am once again a serial dater extraordinaire!

Met Mr. English Boy last week at a bar. I was rude to him - told him I thought he was an arrogant prick. He asked for my number and I thought, what the hell. He called me the next day and wanted to grab a drink so I agreed to meet him at A16. He's really nice, and has that funny boy English charm but I think he may just be too young for me. He's a year younger than me - and I know that's not a lot but it still feels a bit like robbing the cradle. He seems smart too - sales for Intel - and they flew him out from London to do that and gave him some snazzy downtown apartment - so we'll see. He's been persistent - we're doing dinner tomorrow night somewhere in North Beach.

Tonight, I'm meeting up with a friend of mine and his friends from business school. He's an analyst from New York who I met on my last business trip - he was a guest at one of the media dinners we threw and we hit it off. He's young, cute and smart -  but this isn't technically a date - just dinner, catching up and meeting his friends. Plus, I'm pretty sure he must think I have a man...or at least if he's paid any attention to my Facebook page...

Saturday, I'm going sailing with some people....so yeah...busy weekend already...life of a party girl begins NOW!!!!