Archive | October, 2010

“My Other Half MIGHT BE Someone From This Weekend”

27 Oct

 

Anyone who has been keeping up with my blog knows that for the past few weeks I’ve just been stumbling through the motions of whatever life has thrown at me. Becoming more and more distant from any kind of feeling other than empty, I’ve thrown myself into my groupie adventures, mini escapes and more match.com searches than I really should be doing between nine to five.

Then today I woke up and everything was different.

It all began on Friday. That night I set up a date with Mr. Rocker, a gentleman I had been talking to over emails for over a month. He was older, knew all about 80’s music and made me laugh with each email that was sent.

All day long I was in a bad mood. The only thing I wanted to do was go home, open a bottle of jack and watch an unrealistic girlie film.

Then my new crush walked into the office.

Now, before you all reread that sentence and think, “Skylar, really? Did we not learn a lesson with the last job fiasco?” let me make something clear. Jeff (which by now you know is another alias) doesn’t work here. He usually comes here from time to time to drop off files and have polite conversations with employees he’s come to know well by now.

On previous occasions when Jeff has come in I always talk to him and always think of how cute he is. However, this time, it was full-blown butterflies and toe numbing sensations.

You know in the cartoons when the main character falls for another and their eyes turn into hearts while their tongue rolls out of their mouth?

That was me on Friday. It was me, complete with the blushing and giggling after he left.

Onto my date with Mr. Rocker.

Mr. R was probably one of the sweetest guys I’ve met in a really long time. He met me at the train station and took me to this Italian Restaurant I’ve never been to before. He ordered for me, which has never been done in all the dates I’ve been on. There were no awkward lulls in conversations. We joked, talked about random topics and all the while NOT ONE thought about Rob entered my mind. For the first time on any of my dates he didn’t creep into my mind and you know what?

It didn’t even hit me until I was snuggled up in bed at the end of the night.

Anyway, I got a hug and a kiss on the cheek when he walked me to the train station. All in all it was a really great date. FINALLY, a match.com date that didn’t make me want to become a nun.

Part Two

Over the course of this year I have really distanced myself from my belief that non groupie gals can be friends. Not only that, but I also had begun to believe that, maybe, girls my age and I would never find common ground.

Then, Saturday happened.

Can I just tell you that I haven’t laughed so hard in MONTHS with girls my own age? It was absolutely lovely to have a conversation with a group of girls and not have to look at my back to be sure that knife wasn’t being thrust in.

Miss H, Miss J, and Miss V and I decided to go to the city and just go completely nuts. Not nuts in the, “Oh dear GOD how did I end up in this strange guys apartment”, but nuts in the “I am so hung over but it was SO WORTH IT!”

Our first stop was at this pub that I have come to known through awkward happy hours. Then came another bar with AMAZING stuffed potato skins and an impromptu sing along of Otown’s “All or Nothing”. Also, turns out that bar jukeboxes have songs by the fake boy band “Together”.

(Let’s not pretend that every girl in her 20’s doesn’t remember the hit song “Calculus” and the dance that went with it.”

Then the four of us went on to an 80’s club where we started yelling out the words to “Whip It”. (it’ll be played at my wedding)

Now, this is probably where I realized how important it was to have a group of gal pals that you could have nights like that. All a girl really needs is a night without drama, with smiles and laughter, and (apparently) tipsy discussions on how we should get matching tattoos to commemorate the night. (Which, even though not done Saturday, will probably be done on another upcoming girl’s night)

Every twenty something girl in New York has probably always had the fantasy to go to Coyote Ugly. Personally, ever since I saw the movie, I have a wild girl fantasy of dancing on top of the bar to an 80’s stripper anthem like “Poor Some Sugar on Me”.

Biggest disappointment ever.

The girl’s were off rhythm and the bar was actually pretty empty for a Saturday night. It wasn’t NEARLY as cool as the movie made it out to be.

Perhaps the most random part of the evening was when we picked up a group of sailors and partied with them at the last bar of the night.

In comes Charlie into my own personal sitcom.

Numbers were exchanged but will a future meeting be held? I’m honestly not sure. I am not sure about any male that stumbles into my life anymore.

The only real certainty is that for the first time, in a very long time, I didn’t feel numb. Usually my numbness is temporary fixed with a concert or a random rock star meeting.

But, it was fixed by my girls this time. It was fixed by random meetings, inside jokes, and the final realization that all my previous chapters are over and there is no need to think about it anymore.

Anyway, THAT was my weekend and I hope you all had just as much fun as I did.

In other news, tonight I’m going to see Miss Taylor Swift and I’m HIGHLY excited about it. If you haven’t picked up “Speak” yet, go now and get it. Every song on there seems to be directly connected to some drama in my life and I’m sure you’ll feel the same way.

Thursday is my company happy hour…imagine my delight. I fully intend on leaving early though.

Saturday I am leaving for the warmth of the West Coast. I truly can’t wait. It’s always nice to go back and visit the one place you KNOW you belong.

My Other Half Isn’t…at an Aaron Carter Concert

18 Oct

I didn’t think he would be but I’ve never said no to a music adventure and a chance to hang out with friends. So when I found out that Aaron Carter was playing at this small club downtown called Crash Mansion, I immediately jumped on the chance to go.

I had never seen him perform live and I had never been to the venue so I figured that it would be an all around interesting experience.

Let me just say that I remember Aaron Carter this way

 

This was way back when he was singing about throwing parties when his parents weren’t home and reminding all the young ladies out there that he wanted candy.

Then gradually he began inviting us ladies to the “backseat with baby Backstreet” and assuring us that “we need some sugar” because “we’re only human”.

Well even with the baby steps to more adult music,  I was a bit surprised to see this

 

 

and this…

 

 

As he began to sing about his ability to “turn you out” it was obvious that the days of teen beat covers were long gone.  You know what?  I liked it.  I liked it to the point that when his new cd comes out, I’ll be buying it.  I liked it to the point that when he goes on tour, I’ll be there and writing all about it.

Why?

Because with only four songs I was completely hooked onto every mix of hip hop and pop beat.  Also, because the venue was so small, there were no flashing lights and pyrotechnics to create a good show.  This was achieved by the individual attention Aaron provided to his fans and the flashy dance moves to each song.

Also, the fact that he tore his shirt off towards the end of his set didn’t hurt either.

Now, I have been to A LOT of meet and greets but his had to be within my top five.

While, most artist barely look at you during a meet and greet, he spent no less than five minutes with each person at the club last night.  No, I’m not talking about a “hey, how are you” kind of thing.  It was more of an actual conversation which was COMPLETELY different from most meet and greets you go to.  Plus, most artists let their security and/or the venue’s staff dictate how much time each person gets.

Yet, even after repeated requests to keep the line going, Aaron ignored them and continued to give the crowd what they wanted.

Now before you readers begin to wonder if my search for Mr. Right has been put on hold for musical adventures, I assure you that isn’t the case.  As a matter of fact Crash Mansion actually seems like a really cool place to hang out on a regular and I fully intend on going there again very soon.

Until then, below are a few more pictures from the show and my pictures with Aaron.  If my search for Mr. Right keeps leading me to concerts, trips, and random events, I can continue you this WAY past my deadline.

Aaron and I acting silly

One for the wall of adventure

“My Other Half Isn’t…At Comic Con”

18 Oct

 

Except if it’s Shane West. Seriously, if it is Shane West I would like to ask, beg, and plead with Fate to get moving on it. I mean…LOOK AT HIM!

 

More on that later though.

Geeks, Nerds, Dorks, People that know the inside of a locker too well, are all things you probably think of when you think of the event goers of Comic Con.

After all, that’s what went through my mind at first. What kind of adult stays at home playing World of War Craft or reading the latest adventure of ‘Superman”?

How ignorant and wrong is that?

I went to Comic Con on Saturday and Sunday and was immediately floored with how many people were dressed up. I don’t mean dressed up in the sense of, “I put together this costume in less than a week”.

These fans must have spent hours on their outfits because I have never seen such a display of admiration before. The amount of passion that was shown by these people is something to be admired.

Most adults in the work force are in a panic if their pants aren’t creased correctly but here you have adults who are brave enough to walk the city streets as a character from Avatar; blue body and all. I even saw one girl who was wearing only body paint and pasties. I wear shorts on the beach and this girl is covered by paint and stickers!

Who is the nerd in that comparison?

Also, the stats these people know are amazing. If you want to know what year the first issue of Spiderman came out; they know it. They know every detail of the Aquaman series. Ask a question about the ring that the Green Lanter wears and SOMEONE if not EVERYONE at the Javits Center would have known.

It was the kind of thing that we all would have known about when we were six years old, sitting in front of the television, eating our rice krispies.

THAT’S the problem. When did we forget how to have fun in the non drinking, imaginative ways? When did it suddenly become the norm to work extra late and come to work extra early instead of doing something out of the ordinary once in a while?

I am not saying that every one has to pick up a Batman costume but, for the sake of your sanity and health, put away your workaholic tendencies.

Now, why didn’t I find my other half at Comic Con? Due to the fact of the other side of the coin…

There was no balance between real life and this event. I guess it would be like a normal, non guitar playing, boy trying to talk to me at a Bon Jovi concert. Every one there was so invested in talking about the AMC premiere of “Walking Dead” that no one really cared about finding someone to have dinner with.

One extreme is no better than the other.

PART TWO

While I did say that this blog was going to open me up to new experiences, I didn’t go to Comic Con JUST to find my other half. No, this falls under the category of a groupie event.

My friend had informed me that the cast of Vampire Diaries was going to be there a few weeks ago so I jumped on getting my ticket. I immediately had visions of Stefan and Damon having their way with me right in the middle of the Javites Center.

Turns out neither were there. Nope…not Stefan, not Damon, NEITHER!

However, Shane West was there promotion his show (yes HIS show, not Maggie Q’s) Nikkita.

Before I continue let me just say that I have had the HUGEST crush on him since his role in “Get Over It”. He played this Australian boy bander named Striker who had a hit song called “Love Scud”.

I even listened to his band’s music. Yes, I supported his whole duel working role.

Well, when I found out that the vampire boys weren’t going to be there but Shane was, my broken heart was fully mended. My fourteen year old self was salivating and my twenty six year old self wanted to know if I could unbutton his jeans with my teeth.

Below are pictures I took from the “Nikkita” panel. Take time to notice each downward glance, small smirk, bedroom eyes, naked pose….wait, sorry, last one was just my imagination on overload.

 

 

 

 

After my lustful time with Mr. West, I went into the Vampire Diaries meet and greet where each cast member WHO WAS THERE was extremely sweet

 

 

My Other Half Isnt….Mr. I Want To Get Married NOW

13 Oct

I wasn’t really sure if men had biological clocks but after last night’s date I’m sure the answer is yes.

Match.com has provided me with a few laughs and countless shirtless pictures of men.  Okcupid gave me a mail box full of boys who call me “Baby, Sweetie, Doll” before even knowing my real name.  In an effort to put myself out there further, I decided to join the website “Plenty of Fish”.

First of all within 20 minutes of posting my profile, the emails just kept coming.  I had guys that were boy band good-looking, guys that had pictures of the bottle of jack attached to their mouths and then I had guys who looked like the drove a mini van around town kidnapping little kids with promises of candy.

Last night’s date was from the new website and even from the get go I felt something was just off.

Within five minutes of getting my number, Mr. Plenty of Fish number one texts me.  Then texts me all day every day for about five days until our date last night. 

Remember how I stressed about “Skylar Time”.  I work from 9-530 trying to not hang myself with the mess I’ve gotten myself into.  The LAST thing I want to do is be bothered all day.  Still, I was nice.  I figured I was just being bitchy and punishing this one guy for the mistakes of others.

I met him at the restaurant and it was really gorgeous.  It was this upscale chinese restaurant; very romantic and probably one of the nicest places I’ve been too.  There wasn’t a pause in conversation at all; which was completely different from any of the dates I had been on.  We even went to get dessert at another restaurant and, in total, the date probably lasted about four hours.

The problem was that the whole time he kept making plans with MY time.  “We could definitely do a cruise together”.  A cruise?  I don’t even know how I felt about dinner and this guy is planning a trip.

“If/when you meet my mom she…”  Whoa..what?  I’m sure she is nice and all but it’s the first date!

“Oh you are free the weekend of the 22nd?  We should hang out then”  Reserving me two weeks in advance is kind of weird. 

Also, the fact that he mentioned how his dad pointed out that if he would get married and have kids his taxes would be lower was kind of a white flag.

Am I over reacting to all of this or would this freak out anyone?

Let’s say none of that had happened, there still weren’t any butterflies.  There was no spark, not overwhelming desire to get a kiss goodnight.  The only desire I had was to hurry up and get home.

Anyway, I think my time with Mr. Plenty of Fish number one is done.  I just don’t have the patience for someone who over joyed to hang out with me when they DON’T KNOW ME!

I finished my post about my Comic Con adventure this past weekend.  I’m just waiting to get my camera back to post all the pictures of the insane event. Also, this weekend is a very exciting one.  Not only do I get to visit Angie, BUT I also have a groupie adventure on Sunday.  Stay tuned….

As for all the dream interpretations, thank you very much guys!  They were all very helpful and extremely insightful.  I think once my vacation happens the odd/work related dreams will stop.