adrianaforreal

This weekend has been weird. It has had the highest highs and the lowest lows.

Friday I was still arguing with myself about going up to Michigan to see HC's band play. I had stickers printed for them and I needed to get them to him. But there is always DHL, right? So I decided to spend Friday evening with my Diana and we went to dinner and did some shopping. We went to this Mexican place I luuuurve called Jalapeno's. I order my current fave beer, Dos Equis Ambar. Yum! The waiter asks small or large. I say large thinking of my usual haunt, the Irish place where large = imperial pint aka 20 oz. He brings me a fucking fishbowl margarita glass of beautiful beer. I get the bill....$4. I fucking love this place.

I go home and I'm still getting over my cold so I fall asleep by midnight watching Futurama. My phone buzzes at me around 1. "Are you coming tomorrow?" I roll back over and ignore it. I have weird dreams all night and wake up at 5am. I have a new text...from Brad (my tattoo artist). He never texts me, especially not at 2am. I wonder if he and that girl are still together. "When are Ben and Chuck playing?" I write him back and tell him I have tickets to the Hot Water Music/Lucero show in Chicago on Feb 1st. 

I go back to sleep for a bit and at 9 decide I have to go. I need an answer and sitting at home is not going to do it. Plus, I had a bad week and I miss seester. She always makes it better. I get ready and hit the road. I drive like a Detroit asshole, since I've been living part time in Detroit it's gotten much worse. I make ridiculous time getting up there. As soon as I get there seester and I take her friend Terra to work and stop by Whole Foods to pick up some goodies for dinner. We go home and she makes me dinner because she's the bestest and we hang out waiting to go to Flint. I am nervous. Detroit Asshole #2 makes a 55 minute drive in 35 minutes. Fuck. 

I do NOT want to go in this place. It's a Salvation Army Citadel. No lies. She drags me in and the boy is on stage playing guitar. He waves and come over to talk to us. No one else is there. We make awkward small talk for awhile, I haven't seen him in 5 years, and Katy and I go adventuring. We find the bathroom. It smells like cough syrup and there are birdhouses everywhere. Katy says she hears a dog...??? We go back out and there is a dog. And a Snapple Machine!! No Snapple? She ends up with some Snapple Juiced thing that we have never ever seen before and I hit the pink lemonade button. I get yellow lemonade. Boo! 

One of his friends comes over and he says "show my friends your new tattoo!" They guy starts unbuttoning his pants, I'm like...hey now! He drops trou and there is a giant wiener (technical term) tattooed on his thigh. Classy. His drummer comes over, Katy points out to me that he looks IDENTICAL to my douchebag ex boyfriend. I start giving him the stink eye out of habit. Sorry.

Then the dodgeball game starts. Oh yes. Michigan vs Ohio.  Ohio owned. It's just like football. Ha. Anyway, we watch retard dodgeball and make fun of the people there. Boys, girls...EVERYONE is wearing skinny jeans. Everyone has a lip piercing. I am feeling left out. Then this kid comes in wearing a t-shirt with a cowboy shirt over it, an argyle sweater over that and a hoodie. Big black plastic frame glasses and a very straight billed baseball hat. He throws his hoodie down and screams "Let me in this shit!" Katy and I die a little on the inside. We're such bitches, really...we know. 

Dodgeball is over and we go to watch the show. First up is some chubby 30 year old singing covers with his acoustic guitar. If I hear one more cover of "Your Love" I'ma throw something at someone. Seriously. Stop. There is a chick walking around with a bucket of mac & cheese handing it out. What fresh hell is this? I am so done.

Next up is HC's band. Oh. My. Goodness. Look, I like a lot of harder shit, I'm not into a lot of screaming usually, but if it's good I can do it. Metal is not now, nor has it ever been my "thing". Double bass drum, incoherent screaming...I can't do this. 3 of what felt like the longest songs ever and they're done. I can't really say anything to him about what I thought because who knows...they might have been awesome. I don't like metal. I don't know. I don't care. We go kick it back in the nursery for awhile and Katy begs me to leave. We decide to adventure. At night. Through downtown Flint. Have you ever seen Michael Moore's Roger and Me? That's Flint. No seriously, it's about Flint. We told Pops where we were and his reaction was "You were on Kearnsy?! You could have been shot!" Awesome. All for some crappy metal band. We go back and say goodbye, I can't even deal with this anymore. I got my answer. 

We drive home very quietly and when we get home there are grape bombs and SVU. My seester gets me. We're lame and we pass out. We wake up to dog's barking. We both think it's our dad. If you'd ever met him, you'd know why. Dude has Tourettes or some shit. For real. He's so weird. We go back to sleep as restless as it may be for both of us. Leetle Seester calls at 11. "We're here". Well fuck. They say they'll give us an hour and come back. We get up and do a shot, it's too early for Pops and other seester. We're waiting and waiting...and we text seester 2. She says they're at BD's. WTF?! We get very mad and Katy texts her and I call her and we're mean. She cries because she was just kidding. Don't mess with 2 hungover bitches about lunch. 

Pops takes us to Papa Joe's. It's like a Whole Foods or Dorothy Lane and they have samples of everything. Cheap ass didn't want to take his three lovely daughters out for lunch. We made him anyway. We stop by Trader Joe's and he runs in and we stay in the car. We move it. Captain Senility comes prancing down the aisle with the cart, looks up and realizes the car is gone. The look on his face was PRICELESS. He looks over and we're all crying laughing. He swears at us and laughs and we continue our adventure to La Shish! It's an arabic/mediterranean place. We should have been kicked out for our behavior. It's now 3ish and I still have to drive back to Ohio. I hate driving after dark because I can't see. I reluctantly leave the seester and head home. I am doing 95 through Michigan. I love this state. I hit Ohio and take it down to about 85. It's now getting dark, I'm about halfway home. All of the sudden I see something in my rearview. Hmm...it looks like flashing lights. FUCK. I never even saw the son of a bitch. I have NEVER been pulled over. I am 25. For the last 3 years I have been driving a Celica. Not even a warning, nothing. I get clocked at 86 in a 65. I'm not getting out of this one. $95. Now I'm pissed. 

I put on some Lucero and zone out and set the cruise at 70 and ride the right lane the rest of the way home. I start thinking about the boy and decide that no. I'm still way too heartbroken to even think about it and it just feels weird. I spent 8 years with one person, I still feel weird thinking about other guys, it's going to take time. So I'm really just bummed out now and Lucero might have coaxed a tear or two out. I'm home now. I call Fitz and Joe and we head up to Brazenhead. I need a pint and some friends. Mandy, Michael and Scott come up too. Fitz calls Brad to ask about getting her tattoo done while she's in town. He tells her that he and his girlfriend broke up. She starts smacking me. She's been on me for months about him. She swears we're meant to be. I've known him since I was 15. I've had a crush on him since about 30 seconds after we met. He's a great friend and an amazing guy. After she told me I couldn't stop smiling. Then I felt like the world's biggest bitch. My friend just got his heart broken (probably not, they dated for like 4 or 5 months tops) and I'm doing a happy dance. Fitz invited him out tonight, I hope he comes. I can not think of a better way to ring i n a new year than with hopeful new beginnings. 

Be safe, have fun and cheers!