dammit. my ex just joined facebook. and he somehow was able to add me without it asking me to confirm. facebook what is up! that is so incredibly lame. urgh. i just noticed and limited profiled him. but he had a good 12 hours with total access. fricken a!
i don't have the heart to unfriend him. he's called me crying the last two nights.
i am a bad person. sigh.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
The (almost) full apartment
So I recently moved from my sublet/roomate apt (across from a middle school), to my super fly by myself grown up apt (across from an elementary school). so i am both going up and down in the world it seems.
Moving into my apt i kept thinking about how:
1)awesome I was to beat all those other people out on this fly apt. yay credit!
2)brave i was to have cut things off with boyfriend and try things on my own.
3)stupid i was to have cut things off with boyfriend and try things on my own.
4)how the hell am i going to fill my huge new apt? seriously, I didn't even own a bed.
commence shopping spree:
bed, check! mattress discounters $530 after shipping. ouch! but PILLOWTOP! EURO-pillowtop. ah...
coffee table, check! craigslist. $125 down from $140 for the gorgeous coffee table that actually matches my bedroom nightstand! i was so excited about that. then i realized i can't put them both in the same room. but still, yay!
4 chairs for the dining room table i bought on the cheap from the former tenant, check! table, ikea, $100. chair, $120 total, also ikea one year old, with cushions, not the shitty $16 ones you build yourself.
papasan chair from pier 1, check! more than i wanted to spend but it's so cute with the red and blue cushion. and it was bought before i thought about craigslist (i was so burnt out from the apt hunting).
so add that to the bureau i already own, nightstand i own, and ..... oh wait that's all i own.
bc this place is huge for DC (an unheard of 900 sq. ft for lonely me) this all adds up to one fricken empty apt.
couch anyone? floor rug anyone? money anyone?
this story is soon to be followed by the tale of my crazy grandma and her attempt to buy my soul - but i can't buy any furniture. dammit.
Moving into my apt i kept thinking about how:
1)awesome I was to beat all those other people out on this fly apt. yay credit!
2)brave i was to have cut things off with boyfriend and try things on my own.
3)stupid i was to have cut things off with boyfriend and try things on my own.
4)how the hell am i going to fill my huge new apt? seriously, I didn't even own a bed.
commence shopping spree:
bed, check! mattress discounters $530 after shipping. ouch! but PILLOWTOP! EURO-pillowtop. ah...
coffee table, check! craigslist. $125 down from $140 for the gorgeous coffee table that actually matches my bedroom nightstand! i was so excited about that. then i realized i can't put them both in the same room. but still, yay!
4 chairs for the dining room table i bought on the cheap from the former tenant, check! table, ikea, $100. chair, $120 total, also ikea one year old, with cushions, not the shitty $16 ones you build yourself.
papasan chair from pier 1, check! more than i wanted to spend but it's so cute with the red and blue cushion. and it was bought before i thought about craigslist (i was so burnt out from the apt hunting).
so add that to the bureau i already own, nightstand i own, and ..... oh wait that's all i own.
bc this place is huge for DC (an unheard of 900 sq. ft for lonely me) this all adds up to one fricken empty apt.
couch anyone? floor rug anyone? money anyone?
this story is soon to be followed by the tale of my crazy grandma and her attempt to buy my soul - but i can't buy any furniture. dammit.
Friday, September 21, 2007
so?
where are my comments, missy?! you know who you are. and who i am for that matter, hehe.
in other news...
i broke up with my boyfriend of almost 5 years a few weeks ago. i know it's supposed to be easier when you do the breaking, but i feel like an asshole and i can't stop doubting that i did the right thing.
then on the other hand i feel like i have to see this through this time (loooooong history of breaking and returning over and over again).
i hate feeling conflicted. being decisive would be so freeing i think.
sigh. sorry to be another lame blogger whining about their relationships, web. but what else do we really have in this life that matters on an immediate level?
i also feel weird feeling so sad when i've already found a "friend" locally supposedly to help distract me. he's super sweet, great really. and understanding. but he's not my boyfriend.
i miss my holding my ex-boyfriend's hand and rubbing my fingers over his calluses from work. what a strange thing to miss.
well, besides you i'm the only one who reads this so i am going to shamelessly vent/be sad until it passes on here. yay for public journals!
in other news...
i broke up with my boyfriend of almost 5 years a few weeks ago. i know it's supposed to be easier when you do the breaking, but i feel like an asshole and i can't stop doubting that i did the right thing.
then on the other hand i feel like i have to see this through this time (loooooong history of breaking and returning over and over again).
i hate feeling conflicted. being decisive would be so freeing i think.
sigh. sorry to be another lame blogger whining about their relationships, web. but what else do we really have in this life that matters on an immediate level?
i also feel weird feeling so sad when i've already found a "friend" locally supposedly to help distract me. he's super sweet, great really. and understanding. but he's not my boyfriend.
i miss my holding my ex-boyfriend's hand and rubbing my fingers over his calluses from work. what a strange thing to miss.
well, besides you i'm the only one who reads this so i am going to shamelessly vent/be sad until it passes on here. yay for public journals!
Monday, August 13, 2007
DC grows on you...goodbye to El Guapo
So seriously, DC has grown on me. I find it takes about 9 months in any new place to really get comfortable. I have a little crew of friends now, and I have found a kick ass apartment in Truxton Circle to move into soon on my own. Looking forward to making it my own. That's the good news.
On the sad side, my favorite DC blogger, El Guapo, has decided to stop blogging. It's a shame but I understand, blogging anonymously myself I can feel what he mentioned in his last post. It's freeing but also isolating to write this way. On one hand you're liberated to really speak your mind. On the other hand you're constantly checking yourself to make sure that you haven't dropped any particularly personal tidbits.
My hope, as I mentioned on his comments, is that now a new, unanonymous site will pop up and those of us hardcore fans and mustache afficionados will know who it is and be happy.
So in the meantime, thanks El G for all the laughs, and for making a DC newbie feel less foreign. You're the best and I hope we can meet someday soon....unanonymously.
On the sad side, my favorite DC blogger, El Guapo, has decided to stop blogging. It's a shame but I understand, blogging anonymously myself I can feel what he mentioned in his last post. It's freeing but also isolating to write this way. On one hand you're liberated to really speak your mind. On the other hand you're constantly checking yourself to make sure that you haven't dropped any particularly personal tidbits.
My hope, as I mentioned on his comments, is that now a new, unanonymous site will pop up and those of us hardcore fans and mustache afficionados will know who it is and be happy.
So in the meantime, thanks El G for all the laughs, and for making a DC newbie feel less foreign. You're the best and I hope we can meet someday soon....unanonymously.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Better late than never
Hey gang (aka - me cuz i'm the only one checking in!)
Long time no talk.
So I have been scouting some new (to me) venues lately.
Monday I saw Blond Redhead play at the 9:30 club. Very fun, very chill, reminded me of college in the worst way.
Recently I've seen Los Enanitos Verdes at the State Theatre. Yes, estuve alla, borracha y loca. Well, loca anyways.
and freaked out to see Mana - even if I did have to go to Fairfax (Patriot Center) to have the privilege. I bought a sweatshirt for $80. Still can't believe I did that, since I am one cheap bette.
So, good times. Still addicted to Salsa Monday at Lucky Bar. Trying to try out new places though.
I have some video from the concerts that I might post. Or might not. Since I'm the only one looking (hehe) guess it's all the same (I've seen my videos, after all!)
Yours phonetically speaking,
Alphabette
Long time no talk.
So I have been scouting some new (to me) venues lately.
Monday I saw Blond Redhead play at the 9:30 club. Very fun, very chill, reminded me of college in the worst way.
Recently I've seen Los Enanitos Verdes at the State Theatre. Yes, estuve alla, borracha y loca. Well, loca anyways.
and freaked out to see Mana - even if I did have to go to Fairfax (Patriot Center) to have the privilege. I bought a sweatshirt for $80. Still can't believe I did that, since I am one cheap bette.
So, good times. Still addicted to Salsa Monday at Lucky Bar. Trying to try out new places though.
I have some video from the concerts that I might post. Or might not. Since I'm the only one looking (hehe) guess it's all the same (I've seen my videos, after all!)
Yours phonetically speaking,
Alphabette
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Movin' and Shakin' (da bootie)
I wonder if two months of fine DC living make me an un-newbie? Nah, not quite enough time. Give it 6 months. In the hopes of feeling more at home I have taken the brash step of breaking out of meetup.com, dragging my new friend-hopeful's to evenings away from meetup - albeit usually at locations I found through meetup.
Bringing us to: incident 1.
Lucky Bar (only on Salsa monday's)
I like Lucky Bar alot. Though floor is too smooth and you end up sliding all over the place when you mean to stay still, the music is a great mix of salsa, merengue, bachata, and reggaeton, best of all the crowd is less sophisticate (read, less snooty) than a lot of the salsa places in "el distrito" and I like the vibe.
One of the meetup'ettes I dragged with me referred to the guys at lucky bar as "ghetto". I think that's an exaggeration. I think a place of less pretentious people, albeit still with the occasion title of Asshole, is a better place to be. But I digress.
Meetup-ette: I like it here but the guys are a bit ghetto.
Alphabette: Well then ghetto men must LOVE me bc they're the only ones asking me to dance!
Let me say that I hate when I go to a place to dance, and no one asks me to dance. It makes me feel all bad inside. If I wanted to stand in a corner I'd stay at home. Now I'm not saying I'm the *the* foxiest fox out there, although its close, hehe, jk, but I ain't bad and I can shake a tail feather.
This particular Monday (again, salsa night) I found a kid who could also shake a tail feather, in the same style as I, and we were going nuts, sliding all over the dance floor cause that's how it goes there and having a hell of a good time.
We take a break and I have a seat to catch my breath. While I'm sitting this dude who I knew was watching us dance the whole time comes over. First he sits across from me in the booth. Then he gets up and stands too close to me. His hair is oily and in a ponytail that's seen better days.
Ponytail: You looked good out there. Do you take classes?
Alphabette: No, I just dance with people who know what their doin.
Ponytail: Ah, so he's better than you?
Alpahbette: Probably, yah.
Ponytail: You looked professional, let me sit with you.
Ok, I'm sweating, I don't wanna sit with Ponytail, but nor do I want to be rude. I'm classy.
Alphabette: Well, thanks, but I need to go say bye to my friends (they were leaving, for real)
Ponytail: Oh, yeah? Actually, you looked totally amateur out there. He was totally better than you.
Gee, ouch. Wow. I'm glad maturity ranks out there people. Yikes.
Ok so, 1)I'm not a professional dancer so thus I SHOULD look amateur
2)so you compliment someone and then shit on them when your lame come-on line didn't work?
Oy vey.
See why I'm opting for long distance love over starting again? Yikes. However, it does make for damn good stories.
Next time: Incident 2
Yours phonetically speaking,
Alphabette
Bringing us to: incident 1.
Lucky Bar (only on Salsa monday's)
I like Lucky Bar alot. Though floor is too smooth and you end up sliding all over the place when you mean to stay still, the music is a great mix of salsa, merengue, bachata, and reggaeton, best of all the crowd is less sophisticate (read, less snooty) than a lot of the salsa places in "el distrito" and I like the vibe.
One of the meetup'ettes I dragged with me referred to the guys at lucky bar as "ghetto". I think that's an exaggeration. I think a place of less pretentious people, albeit still with the occasion title of Asshole, is a better place to be. But I digress.
Meetup-ette: I like it here but the guys are a bit ghetto.
Alphabette: Well then ghetto men must LOVE me bc they're the only ones asking me to dance!
Let me say that I hate when I go to a place to dance, and no one asks me to dance. It makes me feel all bad inside. If I wanted to stand in a corner I'd stay at home. Now I'm not saying I'm the *the* foxiest fox out there, although its close, hehe, jk, but I ain't bad and I can shake a tail feather.
This particular Monday (again, salsa night) I found a kid who could also shake a tail feather, in the same style as I, and we were going nuts, sliding all over the dance floor cause that's how it goes there and having a hell of a good time.
We take a break and I have a seat to catch my breath. While I'm sitting this dude who I knew was watching us dance the whole time comes over. First he sits across from me in the booth. Then he gets up and stands too close to me. His hair is oily and in a ponytail that's seen better days.
Ponytail: You looked good out there. Do you take classes?
Alphabette: No, I just dance with people who know what their doin.
Ponytail: Ah, so he's better than you?
Alpahbette: Probably, yah.
Ponytail: You looked professional, let me sit with you.
Ok, I'm sweating, I don't wanna sit with Ponytail, but nor do I want to be rude. I'm classy.
Alphabette: Well, thanks, but I need to go say bye to my friends (they were leaving, for real)
Ponytail: Oh, yeah? Actually, you looked totally amateur out there. He was totally better than you.
Gee, ouch. Wow. I'm glad maturity ranks out there people. Yikes.
Ok so, 1)I'm not a professional dancer so thus I SHOULD look amateur
2)so you compliment someone and then shit on them when your lame come-on line didn't work?
Oy vey.
See why I'm opting for long distance love over starting again? Yikes. However, it does make for damn good stories.
Next time: Incident 2
Yours phonetically speaking,
Alphabette
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Tip for my Fellow Newbies
All newbies to DC should check out Cafe Citron on Connecticut/Dupont Circle. Good time, plenty of people, and a good atmosphere. easy to hang out by yourself since there are so many people around. It's my favorite so far. Well, that and Lucky Bar for free salsa dancing on Monday nights.
Have I mentioned my salsa fixation yet? Can't stay away I'm afraid.
Have I mentioned my salsa fixation yet? Can't stay away I'm afraid.
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