Another Day and Another Post

So... Monday was another go-to-the-gym day... as in that's all I did. JUST KIDDING!!! That's right! The gym was closed.

Anyway, Monday wins for least productive day yet. I don't think I left the apartment once.

But I'll back up to Sunday. If any of you boys out there (I'm talking to you, Nick) have a girl that you want to impress, take her to The Boathouse on a cool evening. It's beautiful. Even if you do happen to be there with an attractive young gentleman who doesn't realize that his looks and comments on the beautiful night speak volumes that he doesn't intend to say. Ahem.

In other news, I finally persuaded someone to listen to me recite what I remember of Kubla Khan and The Ships Cat. Poor Eric. Actually, he was quite nice about it and sang me some songs.



TRAGEDY HAS STRUCK

Clay just informed me that a month ago, Burger Plus West closed it's doors permanently. I am actively in mourning.

Oh, the lack of productivty

Wow. So much has happened... not really. Wednesday we (Al, Don, Matt, and I) did indeed play tennis, and they kicked my butt... though not as much as might have been expected. Yay for not being a complete and utter klutz! It was super fun and we stayed out for about two hours. Whee!

Thursday was yet another go-to-the-gym day... as in that's all I did. Anika and I got indian food as usual, though, watched "Mystery, Alaska," and went out to McDuffy's with Matt, Al, Don, and technically with Don's sister Jill though she was pretty busy forming a posse of attractive young men to follow her around. Yay rah Thursday nights!

Friday was yet another go-to-the-gym day... as in that's all I did. Hensler, Al, Matt and I got dinner at the Phoenicea Cafe, and then went over to Matt's place for a rousing game of Pictionary in which we ladies got thoroughly smoked. I had to leave early though to rush back up to Mill.... Where I met Anika, Tom, and Eric2 to see X3. Huzzah for mutants, especially those played by Hugh Jackman. Hell, Huzzah for anyone played by Hugh Jackman. Afterwards Tom, Eric and I went to Casey Moore's, and Tom and I hung out with Sam, Ryan, and Levi. I love how they can be counted on to be out chilling at a bar every Friday and Saturday night.

Saturday was yet another go-to-the-gym day... as in that's all I did. (Are you sensing a theme to my life?) In the evening Anika and I went to swing at Kats Korner. It was a ton of fun, though there weren't many people there. It was a night of six degrees of separation, though; the first guy I danced with turned out to have gone to the University of Colorado, and to have danced at the Mercury Cafe! The next person I talked to was a woman who was sitting next to me and just suddenly asked, "Are you girls from Colorado?" Apparently the guy sitting to the other side of her had been the same one that parked next to us when we arrived, and had remembered that I had Colorado plates on my car. Weird. Anyway, it turns out that this woman also learned swing at the Mercury Cafe, and had found out about Kats Korner when she attempted to call Daniel and Tiffany (our teachers from Colorado) at their hotel wherever they're competing right now, and the phone in the room was answered by Dabney of the pair Dabney and Binkey, who are the teachers at Kats Korner! Crazyness, I tell you!

Anyway, as I said before there weren't that many people there, so Anika and I didn't do much dancing except with each other. We hung out a lot with Becca (who is Henry Carrejo's "guest instructor" at the Coffee Talk Cafe in Mesa) and her boyfriend Nick, who is a cool kid who does karate and wants to follow a college program (art + science) like mine except as a painting dentist. Jason, who we met first at the Coffee Talk at Spring Break, showed up, and he tried to outdo Henry for dancing with two of us at once, which was quite entertaining. Afterwards Jason, An and I went to Casey Moore's until closing. Jason's an entertaining kid- I think we may have obtained a new amici. A couple of swing songs came on at Casey's, but by the time we resolved that the next time one came on we'd hop up and dance, it was 1:30 and no more played before closing :-( We did witness my first barfight, though, which was positively thrilling! Shattered glass, splashing beer, and emo-indie rockers trying to throw punches at each other while still attempting to maintain tortured, passive-aggressive facades. Hilarious. I just couldn't take them seriously.

Anyway, it's Sunday, and today was going to be another go-to-the-gym day... but I might be getting a tennis lesson from Eric2 later, and I want to be in "top form," especially since my top form is equivalent to anyone else being near death.

So... I know that's a kind of dry synopsis of events... if you want to hear anything juicy, you should call me. :-P

An Eventful Teusday

So... I've been doing approximately nothing the last few days, except for working out. Yesterday was a bit of a break from that though. I actually got up at a reasonable hour (No Way!) and headed off to be a model for a photo shoot that the College of Education was doing for its new brochures. It was pretty hilarious since shots always seemed to be set up to have the maximum possible awkwardness (such as the shot that had four of us "talking in a group," except that each of us was directed to look at someone different than was looking at us). Also hilarious was being referred to as "the talent," as in "We're ready to switch out the talent on this shot, so if you three could get ready and head over..." It was a pretty entertaining time; Ferdy hijacked the photographer's laptop to play Facebook and MySpace, and they ended up doing a shot of it- quite frankly it's the most realistically "college" picture they took. The COE, via Jennifer Rubins, treated us to lunch at Lorenzos, and we had a gossipy lunch during which Ferdy told us all the darkest dirt on the gay counter-guy at Lorenzos and Jennifer looked actively adorable with a parasol. I'm thinking I should start doing the parasol thing- right now I'm just begging for melanoma.

Now, don't go thinking I had an entirely active day- things pretty much went downhill after I got home. I read for about twenty minutes and was ready to get up and go to the gym, but before I knew it, it was two hours later and I was just waking up. Damn.

Anika and I managed to get our act together and go to the Teusday night swing lesson at the Coffee Talk Cafe out in Mesa. It was a little dissapointing in that the class was really remedial. Last time I went was back over Spring Break, and we learned a bunch of neat stuff, including Balboa and a cross-step. Last night wasn't nearly so interesting, though I suppose it couldn't be helped since Henry and Nick (the boyfriend of Becca, Henry's co-instructor) were the only ones who could lead for shit, pardon my French. I spent most of the night dancing as a guy, which was an adventure, and for the most part I did well, I think. Anika and I stuck around and danced in the Cabaret, her with a kid named Jason and I with Henry. It was fun, though Henry doesn't know what I do and do not know, so he led some things which lost me and didn't lead things I could have done. He did dip me though- I was a little worried since he's about a foot shorter than I am, but he managed to dip me all the way back (like, my head was mere inches from the stage) without incident. I did wish there were someone who I'm used to dancing with to perform with, though.

Anika and I cut out at 9, heading for Fat Teusdays with Al, Don, and the Khan al'KhaLisa, where we flirted with some boys at the bar over $2 daquiris. The night was entertainingly rounded out over more drinks and appetizers at Applebees. Oh, and let's not forget the dirty games of "hangman" or the filling-out of the timecard we found under the table. You guys rock my socks.

Today has been remarkably unproductive, though I really do intend to finally go to the grocery store today, and get to the gym as usual. I might play tennis with Alison and Don tonight, which should be hilarious- I'm worse than ever, though I'm gradually getting this serving business under control. Oh, the sillyness.

Being "Just Friends"/A Jaunt into Unfamiliar Territory

Wow, I've been drunk the last four nights in a row. Damn. That just can't be healthy. It's amazing how fast one's tolerance can increase- Wednesday night I was exhausted from Big Camp and got completely trashed from one frozen margarita, whereas last night I was exhausted from getting only two hours of sleep and working out, and yet didn't get sick despite having three margaritas, a shot of Yeager, a beer, and at least four additional shots of tequila. Wow. Now, granted, I got ultra-emo and kind of made an ass of myself... but I wasn't sick! Woohoo!

Yeah... last night I went out to dinner with Eric, his brother Adam who's visiting right now, Anthony, Tyler, and Eric's roommmate Rachel. Dinner was really, really good (we went to the San Diego seafood something-or-other, and whoever invented the calamari -stuffed shrimp wrapped in bacon in a cream sauce should be officially sainted). Granted, there was a long, awkward pause when we were telling Rachel and Adam stories about Anthony's graduation party and Eric suggested I tell how he had ended up in the backyard in the first place... I was speechless. Afterwards, Adam, Eric, Rachel and I hung out at their house and drank an entire bottle of Mango Tequila. That stuff is delicious! We played frisbee in the street, and generally had what really should have been a great time... except I might not have been having the best of times. Of course, as soon as Eric had me alone after I got there he asked me about the hickey on my neck... awkward... I was pretty much like "*ahem* yeah... check out this bruise I got on my elbow falling on the stairs the other day..." he gave me a reproachful look for making such a poor attempt at changing the topic. The bad part was the fact that Rachel and Adam were constantly teasing Eric about girls, bringing up his ex-girlfriends and recent dates (goddamnit!). Apparently there's one girl in whom he has particular interest, but she's away somewhere right now... Rachel didn't like her as much because she didn't get along with the cat (she's allergic), and so it was extra-uncomfortable when I overheard her pointing out to Eric that I get along well with the cat. Also bad was when she suggested Eric join me on the air mattress. Also bad was when she pointedly complimented my frisbee skills repeatedly. Also bad was when Eric and I had a little *ahem* chat outside... (all the conversation had made me incredibly uncomfortable so I needed to get out, Eric followed me, I said I wasn't sure if I could be friends with him afterall, he pointed out that it was his brother and roommate saying those things, not him, and I was generally extremely emo) ... anyway, we came back inside and Rachel wanted to know if it was indeed a hickey on my neck and whether Eric had given it to me. Oh God.

Anyway, it's an unescapable fact that Eric really HAS been an amazing friend these last few months, and I think that it would be very foolish of me to throw that away. At least now he knows more of how I feel about it. I think I made it clear that one of the things that bothers me is that other people see things between us the way I did, and he really needs to be clear about the fact that we're just friends to them, lest we get treated as a unit even though we're not (such as on Friday night when I didn't get invited along to a movie with all of them because Anthony assumed that Eric would invite me, which he sort of had, though that had been the night before when there was no plan except to go out). It's weird when people move to make us sit together. It's weird that he took me out and introduced me to his boss and coworkers. It's weird that he tells me things about my personality that I haven't heard except from old friends, yet doesn't want more...

I want so much more out of life sometimes. I have to take what I can get like everyone else, though. On that note, I'm signing up for tennis lessons this summer at the rec center, and I think I might take an "Argentine Tango and New York Hustle for Singles" class too. I'm going to call up Helena Vlahos and see about bellydancing lessons again. I'm hoping I can get a few gigs to help me pay off my lessons. Also, I'm thinking it's time to take a trip to San Diego for a weekend, and so far Anika's definitely interested, and Eric is too though he seems to mainly want to check out its livability. If you want to come out with us for a weekend, let me know! Alright, it's time for my workout; yay rah exercise!

Well, at least boys are still good for one thing...

So... Eric stuff is weird... we went out Thursday night and when he dropped me off at home I commented on how amazingly un-awkward the evening had been. He seemed to honestly be confused as to why it could possibly have been awkward. Kuh?

In other, exceedingly exciting news David Zivnuska and Kelsey Anderson spent the night here last night. We grabbed dinner at Kohi Noor and drinks from Jerry's Drive-In Liquor, and it was an entertaining evening, if a bit surreal. I'd never actually... hung out... with David and/or Kelsey before, so it was an entirely new experience. The pictures are up on facebook if you're interested- there are some terrible pictures of me in Aviator sunglasses. Don't get me wrong- the sunglasses were great- it was I who was unphotogenic. :-)

Alright, gtg- I'm getting dinner with Eric and his brother Adam... weird...

Check that-

Oops, no, things are back to normal, and guys are back in the doghouse. Life and I are having a good laugh about it, though I'm secretly mad at her for pulling this with me. She's really got a great sense of timing to acheive the maximum inconvenience, though, and I've gotta respect that.

So... boys are still alright. Weird.

The semester is really and truly winding down, and it's kinda freakin' me out. Classes are over. Whoa. I'm done with three of my classes. Whoa. I have tons of free time this summer to plan out and make use of. Weird. This semester seemed like it would never end, and honestly, I enjoyed it so much I don't think I would have minded at all if it had continued a little longer. That sentiment alone is so very weird. I'm sorry I've been neglecting this blog- any readers should comment so I know to bother updating over the summer ^_^

So I know I've been telling many of you all the nitty gritty details, but for those who are not in Arizona it may bear telling to mention that after just over nine weeks, I'm still sorta-kinda-seeing Eric, and things are building up constantly in a very pleasant fashion. I have never been this patient in my life, but playing coy and hard-ish to get is working in ways I could never have imagined. I think he really likes me as much as I like him. It's... bizarre... but lovely. Also bizarre is the fact that we haven't kissed yet, though I think we're finally on our way, and once we get together I'm hoping that things will progress more smoothly. We finally went out on our first "just the two of us," proper date Saturday-before-last, on the 29th, and then went out again last Friday night (longest date ever- ten hours!), and today we had lunch, which I think is totally adorable- I like being incorporated in some fashion into his daily routine. Yay rah! Things just seem to be going swimmingly, knock-on-wood. :-)

I wish I had more interesting things to tell you all, but the truth of it is that I'm being eaten from the inside out about concerns with ceramics, when I'm not lazing about daydreaming, which I've been doing a staggering amount of, lately.