My Other Half Has Been MIA. Have you seen him??

Alright, I know I’ve been COMPLETELY MIA for about three months or so.  I’m sure that the people who used to read this blog have since given up on keeping up with the messy story that my love life had become last year.  However I am sure that there are at least one two that really did enjoy my rants on men and keeping up with my groupie endevours so let’s jump in shall we?

December

December was a MESS.  After the Christmas party I kind of went into a camatose state.  Never really fully awake, I barely would make it through the day without crying.  Then once home i’d drink in order to sleep and STILL dream about work and all the people who had infultrated my peace of mind.  It just got to this point where I hated being away but couldnt even enjoy being asleep!!!  Every Taylor Swift song would cause me to cry in hysterics and there just wasnt anything I could really do except to marinate in this dark state of depression I had buried myself within.  Towards the end of the month I decided that I couldn’t do it anymore.  Work was getting to me, seeing people that I didnt want to see was just agonizing and I made a promise to myself.  I would COMPLETELY start over in January.  The moment midnight hit I would let the magic of a new year take over.  It would be a clean slate. Anyone that I knew that pissed me off in 2010 DID NOT exist.  Anything that upset me, never happened.  Most of all, if I dated anyone in 2010, guess what??? It NEVER happened.  Nope.  Completely blocked out from my memory.  2011 would be all about a fresh start, having fun, having adventures, and NOT looking back.  With that said, I celebrated New Years Eve with my friends, some new and some old, and felt the poison of the previous year slip away at midnight.

January

January first I spent with Donnie Wahlberg.  No, I’m serious.  This is the way I saw it: the only way to completely purge my soul of any “normie” presense (Note: Normie describes a guy who is a liar, cheat, whore, selfish, prick, asshole, etc etc etc.  A guy who seems to be the “norm”. ) was to have it exorcised by a rockstar.  Donnie was having this “Day One” party at Mohegan Sun so Angie and I packed our hungover selves and headed to Connecticut.  My first kiss of 2011 was from a member of New Kids on The Block. (Get your minds out of the gutter!  It was very innocent and trust me…anyone who asked got one. lol)  THAT is the ONLY way to celebrate the first day of the new year.

Donnie and I at the "Day One" party

January is definitely a haze for me. However, in between the girl’s nights and endless happy hours and basketball games, I managed to get that music website up and running.

Ladies and gents, I would like to present to you the official website of the Plastics, http://www.theplasticsprofessionalgroupies.com  For all music reviews, band promotions, musician interviews; please visit and poke around a bit.  It is still in its beginning stages but I am very proud of it.  All the girls are working hard and it really could be something grand if we put our minds to it.

 

February

February brought my dear Katie to me from cheery ole London.  Katie is a fellow groupie and probably more of a free spirited soul than I am.  We saw all the great music sites (strawberry fields, the former home of TRL, the Dakota), did some major damage downtown (Really…we bar hopped and while on a ciggie break, SOMEONE got sick on the front steps of the bar.  Very rock and roll), introduced her to cold stone and junior’s cheese cake and FINALLY saw 30 seconds to Mars in concert.  Want to know why men in your local neighborhood suck???  Well, God spent ALOT of time on the masterpiece that is Jared Joseph Leto.

Katie and I with our backstage passes

 

Unfortunately I spent the rest of February sick with the flu that would NOT go away.  I even took a sick day with no musician in sight.

 

March (as of right now)

It’s been nothing but work work work. Office work and website work.  I conducted my first interview since college with an up and coming singer which was very exciting.  The last time I interviewed someone was probably the Senator of New York for my college paper.  I don’ t think I realized how much a missed it until I started working on the site.  As for my job that provides me the check, things are still rough.  Sometimes it’s so bad that liquor and I really have become best friends.  Other times it’s like a social gathering with the gal pals I have around the office.  No awkward moments to report on.  After all, nothing happened last year and I don’t talk to “normies”.

Oh!  I also went to see Bon Jovi at Madison Square Garden.  ANOTHER reason why the guys in your neightborhood suck.

Well, what’s next?  Is my goal still the same?  The way I see it, the only way to get THAT guy is to make sure I’m okay.  I have to have my ducks in a row and i’m comfortable with everything around me.  I’m following my dreams, I’m hanging with my girls and if he comes around, then he’ll come around.  I’m still on plenty of fish but that’s about it.  I’m planning to do this themed speed dating that caters to “girls who like accidents”. (whatever, blame it on Jim Sturgees and Gerard Butler)  Oh, and of course there is St Patrick’s Day on Thursday.

So for all the old readers still around, get ready for some fun times ahead.  For all you newbies, forgive my ramblings from time to time.  In the words of Bon Jovi “Buckle up, baby, its a bumpy ride.”

 

For all those interested….

Anyone who has kept up with my blog knows of my groupie life and my groupie sisters. I am currently apart of the world wide “sorority” known as “The Plastics”.

While some may scoff at the idea and immediately think that the group is promoting promiscuity, this isn’t the case at all.  It is merely a group of like minded women who are  adventure seekers, writers, photographers, etc who are firm believers that life is to be lived, not watched on the side lines.

With that said, I have just completed the New York Chapter’s Facebook.  Feel free to add the page:

http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home

 

Love,

Skylar Hope

It’s all about self torture…

Last night was my Christmas Party; the event i’ve been dreading since the summer. I figured I’d either a. end up listening to happy taylor swift songs and skipping to my hotel room OR b. listening to sad taylor swift songs and crying in my hotel room.

Ladies and Gents, it was all about choice B last night.

I can even begin to describe the cluster fuck of last night but I will say that I looked fabulous in my 92 dollar shoes and 44 dollar dress.

I guess you HAVE to look your best when opening up old wounds, right?

Last time this happened I flew to California and all was well with the world. Now, I’m stuck in a state I HATE with no escape in sight.

So these are my choices now; date more often. Date like I’ve never dated before. OR (and this is the choice im leaning towards) staying in bed until the new year.

My Other Half IS (probably) In California

On October 30, 2010 I went on my much anticipated trip to California. While there I tried to write as I went; just to be as accurate as possible with my feelings. Those entries I will write in quotes and then explain further afterward.

One thing I can say about those four days; I’ve never been happier….

My Other Half IS (Probably) In California

630 Am JFk

“Usually when I write this blog, I rarely write in real-time. I go to an even, I sleep on it, then write the next day. But for the next few days, while I’m away, I’ll write my thoughts as they happen. It’ll be more honest that way.

As I write this I am sitting at JFK listening to Motley Crue’s ‘All in the Name of Rock and Roll”. It’s appropriate considering I am heading to Patti Johnson’s Groupie Roundtable.

I have been looking forward to this trip since before I purchased my ticket. It isn’t often that I get the opportunity to go to the place I ever really felt at home; California.

However, this trip couldn’t have come at a more perfect time.

What would you say about a guy who flirts with other girls in front of you after all that was said between the two of you? Or a guy who giggles and exchanges numbers right in front of you; an excellent scene in the play ‘I am WAY over you.’

I cried all that night and refused to go to work the next day. I woke up on Friday exhausted, beat, and completely content with staying in bed forever.

But I have never been the one to cry and be broken-hearted over a person, or several people, who never really cared about me in the first place.

So, I got up, dyed my hair, did my nails, finished packing and shrugged, ‘Fuck you too” I thought and went to sleep.

Today I’m going home. I’m heading to the west to see my heroes, my mentors, my friends. I feel amazing and everything seems like a lifetime ago.

No more tears, no more reflecting on the past-Skylar Hope doesn’t do mourning and she certainly doesn’t do sadness.

Bring on my girls, bring on the Jack & tell the boys of rock and roll to get prepared.

Skylar Hope is going home….”

The previous night I had gone to the company happy hour against my better judgment. 99% of me knew it was going to be a bad idea and yet that nagging 1% pushed the idea of going. All day long, I had been flirted with so that 1% was getting hopeful that the majority of my mind was wrong and that I could still have a happy ending.

Not only was the 99% right but that 1% received a beating.

I watched as he flirted and laughed with other girls and all the while I could feel myself getting angrier and more hurt. Finally I had my roommate call me with a fake emergency situation to get me out of there. I cried all the way from the city to my bed that night.

Friday was no better. I couldn’t believe that I had spent the majority of my life completely closed off and the one person I decide to let in had to be a complete asshole. I spent the day getting dolled up and packed as I listened to Taylor Swift’s new album on repeat. I’m positive that it was a sad sight to see.

Then something happened. I can’t tell you what it was because I’m not sure. Saturday morning I woke up and everything was gone. The 1% was gone. The tears had dried up and all my anger at everything had slipped out quietly into the night. I felt back to normal; back to being a free spirit.

Friday night was the last time I thought about that moron; and I haven’t thought about him since.

The calm of the endless sky

9:12 am On the plane

“There are some people who HATE flying. I’m the complete opposite. I am completely in love with flying.

‘When you’re born without wings all you dream of all you want is that feeling of flying.’- Bon Jovi

Well summed up Jon.

I love feeling the moment that the wheels get sucking into the plane’s interior and that very first second when you’re in the air. I adore looking out the window and seeing everything and everyone below getting smaller and smaller. It seems almost comical that something or someone the size of an ant could cause any dent in this girl’s armor.

Currently I’m in the second phase of the flying experience; the complete calm.

Outside the sun seems brighter than it ever shines in New York. down below I can see hills and tiny homes of people who are, no doubt, just waking up.

If I could keep this complete calm I would. It would be nice to bottle it up and keep it on hand for dramatic emergencies. Everything is perfect and seemingly untouched from up here.

The last phase is about three or four hours away. It’s the rush of lowering altitudes, the bumpy landing & the sudden need to jump out of my seat and have the party start.

I made a special playlist for my weekend of debauchery and my other half search. It’s just a ‘I am who I am’ playlist. With the exception of a few tracks like the current one playing; ‘Bigger’ by the Backstreet Boys. I always like to have them playing during the calm portion of my flight.

I’m not exactly sure of what’s happening tonight besides Halloween bar hopping so I only have three things on my agenda as soon as I land….

Let Lexa know I’ve landed.

Get In and Our Burger. I haven’t had it in over a year and intend on having it for breakfast lunch and dinner.

Buying a bottle of Jack. I’m staying on the Sunset Strip within walking distance of the Whiskey A Go Go. If i didn’t have my bottle, crank up Motley and attach the top to my mouth the moment of check in, I’d be a lousy groupie wouldn’t I?

Just as the plane was landing at LAX, “Home Sweet Home” by Motley Crue began to play and I immediately had this rush of overwhelming happiness. Even the airport had this welcoming feel; “Leave your problems behind. You’re a California girl at heart”

Now, I’ve had this one tradition that I have yet to break EVERYTIME I stay in a hotel. I enter the room, close the door, squeal like a 2-year-old and jump on the bed like a five-year old. If you ever want to have an instant way of making yourself feel like your still an innocent kid, jump on the bed.

In and Out burger's menu

I ended up doing everything on my list. I walked 45 minutes to the nearest In and Out burger and nearly cried with joy during the whole experience. I bought my bottle of Jack at Duane Reade! Really!

I also fell in love about 12 times JUST for my walk to the burger joint. Every guy on the sunset strip seems to be a musician. The guys all walk down the street with guitars on their back, or they walk with this confident air around them bringing normal girls to their knees. I’m absolutely positive that my other half is out there on the west coast. I’m also certain that had I grown up there I would have been married and divorce four times over.

4pm- Hotel Room

Completely full and loving the California sun. Apparently, Patti is having a tattoo party later on tonight.  Can’t wait to meet up!

Patti is Patti Johnson. She holds the “Groupie Roundtable” every year and EVERY YEAR a few new faces get to be welcomed by a warm smile, sweet words and LOTS of hugs by Patti.  I actually began speaking with Patti through Julia Nine; another groupie who fell in love and lived on the Sunset Strip when guys like Nikki Sixx and Bret Michaels ruled it.  There aren’t enough words to describe how kind and loving these two women are.  Julia has been a mentor through many a groupie disaster and Patti has repeated several times that her line is ALWAYS open to me. (an offer that I will use countless times in the upcoming months for a future tour…but more on that later)

Anyway, that night I FINALLY met Patti and Julia in person and was introduced to the great Dee Dee Keel and Patti’s daughter Layla.  Dee Dee is another warm-hearted groupie with a smile that could light up a depressed person’s day.  Layla; well lets just say that if I had been as cool, confident, pretty and awesome as this girl is when I WAS 16, my life would have been very different.  I see wonderful things in her future.

Me, Julia, Dee Dee, Patti, Layla and Aggy in the back

(If you are interested in Dee Dee’s and Patti’s groupie stories, check out “Let’s Spend the Night together” by Pamela Des Barres. They are both featured.)

We headed to the Sunset Strip Tattoo parlor; famous for inking the gorgeous men of rock and roll.  I watched in awe as Julia and Patti received matching tatoo’s; something that has now become a yearly tradition.  As I witnessed it I thought of how amazing it is to be able to have sisters that you could share something like that with. It basically reinforced what I already knew (and somewhat lost with all the drama of 2010).  Your girls, the ones you can completely trust, are your family. 

at the whiskey

Afterwards we went to the famous Whiskey A Go Go where I posed by backstage doors and a picture of Vince Neil.  Even though I KNOW I am going to get many a comment about what I am about to say, it is the only comparison I can make so pardon if it sounds a bit sacrilegious. Going to the Whiskey for me was the equivalent of a devout catholic getting to see St Patrick’s Cathedral for the first time.  You stand out front in complete awe of it and marvel at the history of the building.  I really was in complete awe that I was standing in the place that 25 years ago was the starting point for some of my rock and roll men. I even had a glass of Jack to christian the event. 

Skylar, vince neil and patti

I ended up getting back to the hotel at around four that morning and waking up at around seven. Even with three hours of sleep I was rested; full of energy.  I felt better than I had in MONTHS.  I ended up jogging along the strip; watching the sun rise higher in the sky while the warmth completely surrounded me. I walked to the Hollywood walk of fame and bowed down to the stars of the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe.  I had been there before but not like that.  In reality it’s a tourist trap but to me its a never-ending street of proof that dreams have the possibility of coming true.

at my idol's star

Dressed like Elvis, I attended my first ‘Groupie Roundtable” at the Rainbow Bar and Grill.  The roundtable is held every year and is where the women binding by their love of rock and roll, exchange stories of love and music.  You know when the Oscar nominations come out and everyone always says “Oh, it’s an honor just to be nominated?”  Well, if you get an invite to the roundtable it is an HONOR.  Even if you don’t get to attend, it’s still an honor that you are even asked.  I met wonderful sisters and heard the most fantastic stories.

The Groupie Roundtable

Here, I also was able to meet Lexa Vonn in person.  Lexa has been a groupie since her young teens and has been able to create a free-spirited society that is centered around the love of rock and roll.  She calls this society “The Plastics” and it all began with a handful of girls in Los Angeles. Today, “The Plastics” has evolved into different chapters across the world and is highly involved in erasing the stereotypical definition of the word “groupie”.  (I, myself, am the head of the New York City chapter)  For someone who has been on television and featured in a book, (she is also in “Let’s Spend the Night Together”) she has to be the BIGGEST sweetheart and most down to earth girl a person can ever meet. 

Lexa, Tiffany, Cinnamon, and me. AKA different chapters of the Plastics

After dinner, and more than a few drinks, we headed upstairs and belted out tunes in true Karaoke fashion.  It was nice to let loose and completely be myself as the ladies of rock all cheered on and took pictures. That’s the one thing about my family in California; there isn’t any pretending.

Lexa was kind enough to drive me to Venice Beach and the Santa Monica pier the following day.  Venice beach is filled with little shops where you can find almost anything.  Rocker boys are replaced by surfer boys but are still just as beautiful here.  My heart didn’t stop racing the entire time I was there.

In Santa Monica, the big attraction seems to be the huge ferris wheel.  At the very top all you can see is miles of ocean and the sky and the water meet.  If you want to know the honest truth, I COMPLETELY believe that is what heaven is.  It’s a beautiful view and the feeling of absolute peace and tranquility.  Almost like being on that plane except the feeling of the wind gives you the illusion  your invincible.

That night was the first time I had ever been on a trip that I didn’t cry hysterically because I had to go back to New York.  I hate everything about this city; the people, the subways, the memories of things I’m forced into thinking about. Yet, I didn’t cry.  Maybe it was because I had something to look forward to.  Afterall, Lexa and I discussed the direction she wanted “The Plastics” to take and I volunteered to help in any way I could. Maybe it was because I knew that it wouldn’t be too long before I was back home on the Sunset Strip.

Truthfully, it came to me the next day as I had a tearful goodbye with Patti.

For the first time since the drama of 2010 began, I didn’t feel all alone.  I didn’t care about the betrayals of former friends because I’ve gained SO many more friends that are FAMILY.  I didn’t care about the guy who has been a consistent moron since the start of the summer because California is just filled with potential soul mates.  I didn’t have to pretend to be this person to gain anyone’s approval because my family out there, my gals in New York, my PATIENT guy friends; the all accept me for me and THAT’S what I should have been focusing on all along.

I’m not the girl who files and answers phones while pining away for someone who should have been long forgotten.

I’m the writer who has become so passionate about life that her “desk job” just makes her appreciate her adventures that much more.

I’m not the girl who let’s people step all over her and sits in dark corners waiting for her turn.

I’m the girl who jumps on stage to belt out “I love rock and roll.”

I’m certainly not the girl who is all by herself in a crazy mixed up world.

I’m the girl who has family all over the world and I am BEYOND in love with each of them.

So, in conclusion, California was more than a vacation; a groupie adventure.  It was a HUGE wake up call from, what seemed to be, an ever going nightmare.

“My Other Half MIGHT BE Someone From This Weekend”

 

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

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”

 

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

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.

My Other Half Isn’t…In My Dream

Borrowed from "Designing Millie"

There has to be someone out there that is good at interpreting dreams so, if you are or even if you just want to take a crack it, your help is definitely needed.

Last night, I had this weird dream.  In it I was getting ready for my wedding at my mother’s apartment; completely excited to be in my dress.  The dress was white, strap less, and had a diamond design in the center of it.

Anyway, I went downstairs to the street to see my friend Angie, who is the maid of honor, waiting for the bus in her sweats.  I start yelling about her being late and she starts yelling at me about getting married without my eyebrows done.

She pulls me into some restaurant and as she’s plucking my eyebrows I look into the mirror to see the dress gone and my hair in a ponytail.  I’m just back in my regular, old, ratty house clothes.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??!!!

I immediately asked Angie and was told that, “You want to get married without doing the work to find a guy.  Hence, why he didn’t appear in your dream at all.”

Then I asked Noreen and she said, “You wanted to be married yesterday.”

Anyone care to take a guess at what this meant?  Before you ask, no, I had no idea who my groom was supposed to be.  To make myself feel a bit more comfortable, let’s just say it was Tommy Lee.