~Monday, March 28, 2011
~Thursday, March 24, 2011
~Tuesday, March 22, 2011
~Monday, March 21, 2011
~Friday, March 18, 2011
~Thursday, March 17, 2011
Love, Sarah at 4:22 PM|
~Wednesday, March 16, 2011
~Tuesday, March 15, 2011
~Monday, March 14, 2011
Around midnight after another epic Friday happy hour, I was shuffled into the parking lot and ordered in someone's car. I fell down in the grass only to stand up giggling and fall down again. It had been one of those nights.
The girl driving the car I met through dodgeball. I don't know her very well—it turned out I had been pronouncing her name wrong all evening—but I buckled my seat belt. Vince climbed in the hatchback of her Beetle and laid down, mumbling that he was being kidnapped. Only we kind of were. The plan was to go to Harvey's house, but the girl driving wanted to go to another bar.
We ended up at our dodgeball league bar. I stumbled into the small room that makes up the bar. I tugged at her shirt, "It's midnight and it's not a game night; we aren't going to know anybody. Heeeey!"
As soon as I said that, we ran into a guy on another team, one that I've befriended over the past season. He was standing with two other guys that I didn't recognize.
"Are your friends single?" I blatantly asked.
"Then come back to Harvey's. We'll play beer pong."
"But we only know flip cup!" he protested.
"It'll be fun!" I promised.
And just like that the boys left and picked up a case of beer and met us at Harvey's. I was surprised at the ease the situation transpired. I asked if they were single and they said yes. I asked them to leave a bar and go to someone's house that they didn't know and they said yes. The entire conversation took less than five minutes.
Harvey's husband set up the beer pong table and I played the two single guys with the girl who drove me around town. I won.
Just as quick as the boys decided to come to Harvey's, they decided to leave. The guy I did know thanked me over and over and said he had my number and he'd be in touch. Sucks for me that he was the married one. After they left, I received more texts about what a good time they had.
My phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but I picked up the call, hoping it was one of the single guys I just met.
It took me a beat to place the voice. It was Christopher.
He tries to casually start a conversation. My replies are terse.
"What's that noise I hear in the background?" he probes.
"I'm at a party."
"No, you're not. Where are you?"
"I told you. I. am. at. a. party."
Harvey hears my lowered and curt tone and turns around. Who is it? she mouths, silently.
Christopher, I mouth back.
"Hand me the phone," she says with her arm extended towards me, palm up.
I place the phone in her hand. She hangs up on him. Immediately the phone begins ringing again.
This is too much. The cute, single guys who boosted my ego had left. The one I don't want is calling. I'm drunk.
I left the ringing phone in Harvey's possession and ran upstairs to the spare bedroom. I flopped down on the bed and tears started rolling down my face. Stupid, nonsensical, drunk tears. I could hear Harvey talking on the phone downstairs and everyone laughing.
"No, you're drunk!" she shouts into the phone. "Fine, then say 'bank statement.'" Everyone cheers.
A few minutes later, I watch Harvey tiptoe up the stairs and peek into the bedrooms until she finds me. She crawls on the bed next to me and hands me my phone back. "I programmed the number as Do Not Answer so you won't accidentally pick it up anymore." As if to illustrate her point, Christopher begins calling again. She shows the phone to me, "See?" Then she hangs up on him. The phone rings again, and she hangs up on him again.
"He kept trying to tell me how much money he was making, but he was slurring the whole time," she said.
She motioned towards the window, "Those curtains came with the house. Aren't they ugly?"
Another pause. "This is going to be the baby's room."
Great. I was lying on the bed drunk and crying in the baby's room. I tainted the baby's room with my bad ju ju.
"It's the farthest room from your bedroom," I tried.
"Are you kidding me? Do you think I want to be woken up in the middle of the night?"
I began talking. About everything and anything and nothing at the same time. I've spent so much time putting on a brave face that I just needed a release, even if it came through hard liquor and beer pong. Harvey listened silently, knowing that it didn't really matter what I was saying, just that I was saying something.
Yesterday I logged on Facebook to discover that S has now sent me friend request #3.
I had this huge accomplishment over the weekend. I got up and ran the race and finished in a respectable amount of time for my first attempt. I've felt so much personal growth over the last year and it's exhausting to constantly battle the roach infestations that are my sleazebag ex-boyfriends.
My ex-boyfriends are cockroaches. Where there's one, there's usually another one lurking nearby. Just when you think you got rid of them, they come back stronger than ever. They're nocturnal, vile and they'll outlive us all.
~Saturday, March 12, 2011
~Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Love, Sarah at 12:10 PM|
~Friday, March 04, 2011
~Thursday, March 03, 2011
- $35.00 in random crap from Amazon. I think it included a season of How I Met Your Mother because if I can't date, then I can at least watch it on repeat.
- $125.00 spent online buying new knitting needles and yarn to help ease my path into becoming a scary spinster.
- $125.00 buying new workout gear to help prevent me from becoming an ugly, fat, scary spinster.
- $120.00 in clothing in case there's hope for me yet.
Love, Sarah at 2:18 PM|
~Tuesday, March 01, 2011
How do they do it, the ones who make lovewithout love?...They do notmistake the lover for their own pleasure,they are like great runners: they know they are alonewith the road surface, the cold, the wind,the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-vascular health--just factors, like the partnerin the bed, and not the truth, which is thesingle body alone in the universeagainst its own best time.
Love, Sarah at 2:30 PM|