19 posts tagged “vodka”

I ran the Double Dipsea this weekend and came in second in my age group...but the best part was that Mr. Lawyer was there cheering me on at the finish line. Friday night, I was planning on going on a short jog to loosen my legs up and then was going to stay in and chill so that I would be well rested and hydrated for my race. He called and wanted to come over and chill with me which was nice. We ate dinner and then cuddled, had great sex and went to sleep. He also said he wanted to come to the race which was a surprise. He drove me there early in the morning, was being super sweet and kissing me, holding me in public. He said he would go surf while I ran and then be back to watch me cross the finish. I was a little nervous he wouldn't get back in time or show up but as I was coming in, I could hear his voice and I saw him standing there with his phone out taking a picture of me. When I got to the end of the finish, the volunteers were trying to take the stub from my bib to record my time and were mad at me for pinning it up so they couldn't easily tear it off. He was standing there trying to help and holding me as I was feeling a little shaky and sick - it was a really HOT day out there and one of the most challenging runs I've ever completed. Anyway, not only did he come and cheer me on at the finish line, but he also brought me a cooler full of ice cold Blue Moons. We stayed and drank a beer - watched my other friend finish - and then layed on the grass and waited for the award ceremony - he was insistent that we wait since I came in 2nd in my division. I've never felt more into him than I did at this moment - and while its scary and I may get hurt, I'm still really happy when I'm around him and don't want to push him away or out of my life.

We hung out the rest of the day - he napped, I did some errands. We used my new toy (thank to N who sent it as a joke) and then got ready to go out to dinner. We had reservations at Pres a Vi in the Presidio. I was starving and it was very good. I had halibut and great wine. Afterward, we took a little walk and then decided to go to the bars. We went to Mauna Loa and Balboa. He was being sweet but there have also been some things on my mind. At one point, he called me his girlfriend - but am I really his girlfriend yet? It doesn't feel like we're completely back together...I am enjoying "taking thing slowly."

Sunday, we woke up and went to church. Afterward, he suggested we go to Velo Rouge Cafe near his place and have mimosas and a little something to eat. He's been so fun lately. We watched the last few minutes of the soccer game, ate a bagel, drank mimosas and then headed over to the De Young to see the Chihuly exhibit. We had stopped at Safeway to get drinks because he was in the mood to drink before we went in. We had these disgusting drinks - similar to Sparks - but called Tilt. He kept toasting me and saying, "let's get tilted!" CUTE. The exhibit was awesome - we took a bunch of pictures to send to his grandma. He kept askign about my PTO as I think he wants to invite me to join he and his family in Florida later this summer.

WE got back from Chihuly and were starving. I made Ziti - it was bombtastic. Then, he wanted to get work done and wanted me to come with. We went to his office, worked adn then over to Y and C's to pick up my bridesmaid dress. He was being so amazing last night.

I was so exhausted when we finally got home - I think I passed right out. But woke up to all these strange nightmares - I actually screamed in my sleep. He held me tighter and asked me if I was ok. I don't know what that was all about - the strange dreams - but this morning was so tired, I slept through my alarm. I always hate to see him go in teh morning.

So things have been going well with Mr. Lawyer. I never did invite him to dinner at Epic - I decided to go on my own and have fun with my friends. He ended up calling me later that night and had us meet up with him and his friends. And, to my pleasant surprise - we had FUN.

The next day, we lazed around the apartment - cuddling, having phenomenal sex, and enjoying each other's company. I eventually got his ass up and made him go work out with me. By the time we got out and about, stopped at the bookstore and then finally the gym, we had very limited time left for our workout. We did a quick workout and then grabbed some food at Blue Barn - yum! Then, he dropped me off and said he'd be back in an hour to pick me up for the soccer game. The soccer game was awesome - saw David Beckham play - and basically just really enjoyed being there with him. Afterward, we were starving. It was late so we headed to Ace Wasabi's for sushi and sake since we knew it would still be open. We had a beer after dinner and decided to call it a night. Again, more amazing sex.

Sunday, we got up and went to church and then out to a nice lunch. He was exhausted for some reason and wanted to watch golf and nap so we went back to my place - golf, sex, and nap. I had made plans with my girlfriends to go to Mamacita's for dinner and he had work to do so we parted ways. He was text messaging while I was at dinner and since he was still at his office on my way home, I decided to bring him a doggy bag. He came home with me - again, more hot sex.

Then, I was busy until last night - literally swamped. Between soccer, track, working out,  hanging with friends, we didn't see one another until late yesterday evening. He spent the night - it was so good to finally see him - and then we had a nice goodbye this morning. I've noticed the less time I spend with him, the more he's interested in me. He's been IMing me while at work, made dinner reservations for us on Saturday, and said he WANTED to come out to my race on Saturday morning (shocker - since I didn't even invite him). He's being absolutely wonderful - I am on cloud 12.

I don't know what I'm doing but its working. I feel like we've rebuilt the connection. I am just going to continue to take things slow and let them take their course....

I went out with Mr. Midwest last night and I felt like I was in a parallel universe - like maybe I should have been sitting on my back patio looking out on my cornfields and six kids instead of sitting at Bin38 sipping Tempranillo from Argentina.

Mr. Midwest is a REALLY nice guy but not my type in terms of looks or personality. Looks wise - let's just say he has almost jerry curl blonde hair and is maybe 5'9. He's straight up from Nebraska and trying the big city life. He is by no means cultured - doesn't know boxed wine from a bottle, hasn't travelled much (besides his little CA adventure) and is looking for love, marriage, and children from a good, sweet woman.

At Bin38, we had one glass of wine and I could barely drink it which is a shame given how much I love their Tempranillo and I was dissapointed he didn't offer to get any food which I felt bad asking for especially since I knew I wouldn't be staying or chatting too long. I was feeling funny yesterday - had this strange pressure on the left side of my face all day - ran to track after work and then ran track practice, rushed home to shower/change and then met Mr. Midwest around 9:30 for some wine. When I got to the bar, my face felt flushed and the pressure was even worse than it had been while I was at work. And every sip I took, made me want to gag (very strange for me to gag on good wine). While I might normally use being sick as an excuse to get out of a really bad date, this wasn't the case. He wasn't a bad date or a bad guy, he's just not the man for me and I REALLY did feel funny.

With about five or six generous sips of wine left in my glass, I told him I just wasn't feeling that great and asked him to get the bill. He was understanding but I could tell he was dissapointed. I walked home and passed right out and all I thought about/dreamt of last night was Mr. Lawyer (pathetic, I know).

Then, I decided to get up early and hit the gym (as if track wasn't enough for me) and ended up seeing Mr. Lawyer. He looked so cute. His hair was like matted to his head and he was wearing these completely nerdy old man shorts while he was rocking out to his iPod on one of the girly cardio machines. We didn't acknowledge one another even though he called yesterday afternoon saying he wanted to see me. I kept glancing at him in the mirror careful not to let him see that I saw him. Ugh. I hate that I still think he's hot - even when he looks like the biggest dork in the gym. I wanted to walk up and kiss him and say something flirty and teasing like, "nice shorts old man..."

Ugh.

I'm supposed to go on yet another date with yet another guy tonight but really just don't feel like going. I am seriously considering cancelling because I know I won't  be impressed.

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.

The name is of course stolen from my girl NEW YORK (yes, I went there) but I met my own Mr. Boston on Saturday night. I went to meet up with some old college pals for tapas at Picaro in the Mission. After chewing Mr. Lawyer out earlier that afternoon, I was ready to have a little fun. I met up with my college friends (yes, guys) and had this fabulous tapas dinner and way too much sangria. I was planning to meet up with my friends S and B in the Marina later that evening so told the boys I could stay in the Mission for one drink before heading back. We went to Blondie's and I immediately ran into one of my old interns (I swear we run into each other everywhere). We start talking, he introduces me to his friend who is visiting from Boston and then all of a sudden, my college pals are gone. His friend, Mr. Boston, is cute but way toooo preppy and put together for me. He also acts a little too young for my taste so I know right away that if anything, this is just for some flirting and fun. After I realize I've lost my friends, the ex-intern, Mr. Boston and three of their guy friends decide to grab a cab to the Marina. We start off at Mauna Loa and then head to Balboa and then finally end up at Monaghan's where we start playing Photo Hunt (and what a fun game that is). I'm pretty drunk at this point...tagging photos of naked women in the bar will do that to you....and I guess Mr. Boston decides to walk me home.

He comes up, goes to the bathroom and comes back to my room to find me totally asleep...I wake up in the morning and he's there. I laugh to myself when he tries to snuggle me and then realize I'll have to put a stop to it before it gets started. I basically tell him that it ain't gonna happen. He's cool with it (surprisingly) and we just lie there and talk for an hour before I give him the "its time to get outta here" cue. We never even kissed and still he texted me later to see if I might want to hang out that afternoon. Riiiigggghhhttt. Instead of texting back or hanging with him, I go meet Mr. Pearl Jam on Union where he's walking his dog. We end up walking and talking the entire city - from the Marina to lower Pac Heights to the Haight and back. It was a lot of fun actually. Afterward, I went home and called The Friend to make brownies. The Friend came over, we ate some dinner, made some brownies and basically got stoned out of our minds. My friends always think The Friend and I will date - but no such luck for him/them.

The next morning - still in my stoney stupor, Mr. Pearl Jam calls and invites me to Sam's with some of his friends so naturally, I'm in. We had a few Bloody Mary's, beers and some food and then after hoping the sun would come out, decided to call it a day. His friends were this super cute couple - an aussie and a very cool, down to earth girl named N. I was so tired when I got home from Sam's that I decided it was movie time. Mr. Lawyer called and wanted to hang. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. For some reason, I let him. He came over, barely talked to me, watched the movie, ate dinner and then fell asleep and left early this morning. No kissing, no cuddling, no anything - which is good -  but makes me wonder why he was there at all?

I need to cut him off from my life...ugh! Its an unhealthy addiction. Dates galore this week - how does a busy party girl keep up?

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. :(

I did some major retail therapy yesterday and realized break-ups can be good for one thing. I bought my very first size 24 pair of Seven jeans ever!!! I'm so excited. I know many people would wonder why the f* I care...and if you do, well just know that I'm a total girl about these things.

I had time to kill before meeting Mr. Analyst (the guy I met in NYC during my client's media dinner) and his friends frmo business school for drinks. We were meeting at the Westin on Market so I figured I'd go to Bloomie's since it was only a block away. Bad move. I spent way toooo much. But, maybe it was just what I needed.

Anyway, met up with Mr. Analyst and his buddy at the Westin bar, Ducca and had a couple of glasses of wine. Then, we went to Ozumo and had this amazing sushi dinner and sake. YUM!! We closed down the place talking....it was totally fun...and the best part was, I got out of there without spending a dime. When I glanced at the open bill (about $400), I thanked the lord that it wasn't my card going in there. :)

Tonight, I'm headed out with Mr. English boy for dinner but can't stay out late. I have a race in the morning and have to be up early and ready to run...

Tomorrow is also sailing day..we'll see how it all pans out.

Here I go - off to a fresh start.

I woke up this morning feeling light - totally weightless, rejuvenated and refreshed. I was in such a rut over the past several weeks. My relationships were in shambles, my head felt like it was going to explode, I cried, broke up, made up, cried some more and then woke up this morning and felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I think I'm finally ready to make a change, a big change for the better. No more sulking. No more bad attitude. No more negativity. I'm ready for all of that to change.

Mr. Lawyer and I went to Tahoe this weekend - just us, no one else was up at the cabin. It was nice to spend time one on one with him and sort of be "trapped" together in the mountains. I made my first step towards a new me - I put all of my worries, frustrations, and fear aside and just enjoyed him, enjoyed us. I didn't hassle him to wake up early, let him take his time getting on the mountain, waited for him on the hill, took breaks when he wanted to and ended the day early so we could watch the games - all with a smile on my face. We watched the games together, drank a bunch and acted the way we did in the beginning before things got complicated. Afterward, we got a pizza and rented Atonement. While we watched the movie, he did things he used to do when things felt "right." He pulled me towards him, held me to him and was affectionate. He smiled at me and kissed me - something I feel like he hasn't done in quite a long time.I've decided whether or not he still wants to be with me or ever falls in love with me, I'm just going to let things be and enjoy the ride.

I also emailed B today and told her how I felt. No more faking the tough shell or acting like it doesn't matter to me. My letter was honest, sincere and all in all a little scary to send but I feel better that I said what I needed to say. Even if she never speaks to me again, writes back or whatever, I'll always feel better knowing that I tried.

I'm throwing negativity out the door today. I woke up early today, went to the gym, had a healthy breakfast at home and already I'm feeling 90% better. Out with the junk food that I think had part in my mood swings, the negativity, adn everything else....and in with me, positive me.