Two Truths and a Lie

On Saturday night I went out with my friend Digits. Digits was a theater major and is now doing plays and a little bit of commercial work in New York. He came into town this weekend to hang out with a girl he met on the set for a Crate and Barrel commercial.

He stayed over at my place after he got in really late on Friday. Saturday afternoon we went for a run where he told me about wanting to go out to meet this girl. Actually, he described her as being unbelievable. This was all nice and fine but why would I want to be a third wheel? He convinced me that she had a friend who was going to come out too.

Curtis has a date!

Fast forward to that evening. We go out to one of the really ritzy clubs here in Dallas and meet the girls. After a few drinks things seemed to be going well. That is until two other guys came over who were apparently friends with the girls. They joined us and were talking to the girls. The one I was speaking with completely lost interest in me and focused on the new guys.

Finally the guys said that there was an exclusive party downtown that they could get into so they left without asking us to go. While we were happy seeing them go we didn't want the girls to leave. They did.

After this we were left with the tab which we paid and left. We went down to an area of town called deep ellum. We went by a couple of the dance clubs and a drank a lot more. Danced a little with a few girls and then ended up leaving after it closed. We stumbled around in the deep ellum area for a little while until we made it back to my apartment.

He left pretty early on Sunday.

Ok so some of my readers will be happy to know that the end has come.

Yes, the end has come for the boom boom enchiladas. No more, never, never ever ever again.

Ok, so I lie. Boom boom will forever be a part of my life. But I have forsaken the boom boom. I feasted on them this week, but I have also betrayed them. They aren't my only Mexican food love.

Now I love two types of Mexican.

Today I went with a friend and had the Pappasitos Fajitas. I had been told they were good. I had been told they were wonderful.

Indeed.

I just got back from a pretty big celebration of my birthday! I'm 26 years old, by the way.

Yesterday I was able to get off work early.

See, the office that I work at revolves around this complex Access database. It has everything about a case that is important. The case history, intake information, all the client info, deadlines for the attorneys, paralegals, and whatnot. Without the database everything is very difficult to do.

It's funny because about a few times a day a message will come over the loudspeaker that says, "Please exit the database. Please exit database."

Everyone will exit and the administrators will do what they have to do to get the database fixed. I'm not sure what goes wrong with it but there is obviously something that needs fixed. It requires everyone being out of the database. Then a few minutes later they will say "you can now enter the database." Everything is all better.

Yesterday there was an exit the database message. A few minutes passed and everyone still was wondering what to do. Then there was an email message that said that the office was closed! It was about an hour and a half early. They said the database wouldn't be back until the following day.

This weekend my family came to town and one of my bestfriends came to town. The days were all spent with my family while the best friend consumed my evenings.

It was crazy.

My family came in on Friday. I met them after a little office party that was held at a place called Dave and Busters. They have these all over the place, so I'm sure you have probably seen one of them. The office party was fun but nothing major happened to speak of. I played some pool against one of my bosses and won based on an eight ball scratch.

I met my family at the Galleria where my sister was ice skating. It was awfully cute. Actually, she was skating for about three hours total. I don't get it. We went to dinner and then I took off shortly after that. By then it was about 9:30pm.

Later that evening I met up with two of my bestfriends, one was Biggity, at my apartment. We talked for awhile and then went to Taco Cabana for some late night snacks. Since I had already had a big dinner, I just got a couple flour tortillas.

I noted that there are a lot of very strange people who go to fast food restaurants late in the evening.

Yesterday I experienced my first office birthday party.  They called
everyone to the kitchen where they had a chocolate cake and some sort
of a strawberry cake waiting for me.  Everyone gathered around, put
candles on the cake, and then sang me happy birthday.  Then I blew out
the candles and we at cake!

Today will be the first real office party I have gone too.  We'll
be going to Dave and Busters.  It ought to be a blast.

Last year, on this day, I was buying flowers, getting a bottle of wine, and spiffing myself up for a second date with a wonderful girl. We had a fun evening together and went on to be nothing more than friends. I'm sad about this but not because I was hurt, but because I was my typical selfish self.

This year I made some sort of a resolution that I would actually care about getting into a relationship. Not because I think that I need a relationship for any sort of societal purposes or family pressures; although, both of those exist. But I want one because I know that I'm happier and better when I'm in a relationship.

I'm entirely selfish about it though. Unless I feel the strongest passion. The strongest feelings about the person. I won't even try to get into a relationship. I will go on a couple dates and then sort of forget about things. Occasionally I'll think about all the great things about the person. Then I'll try to slide into being a confused friend who often feels the need to try to date again. However, I usually won't ever voice that desire after things have cooled off.

Today is one of those days where I really start to miss what I don't have. Especially since last year was the first time I had a true valentines date. It didn't happen with the girl I was in love with because she dumped me on 2.13. It was shit. It isn't shit anymore. Just in the past year or two I've finally gotten over all of that shit. No more real feelings besides the afterglow that always exists. The memories that are hazy. The memories that teach you what to do and what not to do. But nothing like comparisons, longing, or other destructive remnants of her.

I make a really good friend despite the relationship selfishness. I am thoughtful, caring, easy going, and completely unselfish with my friends. My friends are all really close to me and I am close to them. Part of this is that I only keep a handful of people close to me. I can transfer this over to someone unknown in a dating relationship. That's the plan.

Things are better without the hangups that used to lounge in the back of my mind. Sitting on the comfortable hammock that constantly reminded me of what I had lost. Rent came due and that memory couldn't pay, so I booted it. It wasn't easy but it's gone. Now I have to work on making sure that I fill that void because I want to. Not in any immediate sort of way. But in the way that if something impassable comes into my life I won't pass it this time. No more fear, no more selfishness that comes from some of those problems, and no more worries about the future.

That's what this day reminds me of. I don't mind being alone today because I realize that last year when I wasn't alone -- I should have been. I should have been because I wasn't ready to have anyone.

During the Summer I bought a little desk from some office supply store. I came home and put it all together. It ended up taking me a couple hours because my tools are not all that wonderful, and I'm no better at using them. However, I will say that I enjoy putting things together.

I decided that I would wait a little while to get the printer cart. It just meant that my printer would sit on the ground for awhile.

No big deal.

Today I went to buy the matching printer cart that includes a little file drawer. This is just what I wanted. I brought it home and started to put it all together. This board to that board. Until it was all together and ready to go. Despite being half the size of my desk it took about the same amount of time to assemble.

Anyhow, I scoot it into my bedroom to place it besides my desk. I put my printer on top of it and realize that this doesn't fit. Hmm...this is odd, the printer cart is not wide enough.

Well, there goes my ability to pick out good things for my desk set. My printer continues to sit on the floor. Instead, I will put the scanner on the printer cart. It'll all work out fine. It just leaves me a little more desk space which is good, I suppose.

Earlier I went out with my friend Little Sarah. She used to be a theater major here at my undergrad but moved back to her home in Maine. I guess she got tired of life here in Dallas.

She is back to see friends and mess around for a little while. I convinced her that she should hang out with me today. We did.

First we went out to lunch at this little place that is partially a pharmacy and partially a diner. They have great milkshakes and really good grilled cheese sandwiches. After that we walked around by some of the stores in the area and decided to go and catch the rail.

We hopped on and road it to somewhere that I didn't know. We decided to head back into the city and took the rail to White Rock Lake. We got off and she ran away down the street. Of course, I took off after her and realized that she was hiding up near the top of the overpass. I walked along as though I didn't really know where she was. All of a sudden she came running down from the top after me. I took off towards the lake.

By the point it was getting dark outside, so we couldn't see anything very well. When we were at the lake there was some sort of a weird noise coming from an animal. It scared her so we decided to head back. I think it sounded like a wild boar.

Little Sarah is always fun to hang out with because she's easy going and free-spirited. She just likes to experience new things in life.

Lately I've been going to watch my friends play intramural basketball quite a bit. There are a few of us guys who will watch the girls and cheer them on. It's interesting to watch the girls play a game on a court next to guys playing. The girls are really tough. No holds barred when they are out on the court. That makes it a lot more fun to watch.

This evening the opposing team was really mean on the court. They would elbow, undercut, and push around my friends. The ref didn't seem to want to slow down the play (or he enjoyed watching girls push each other around) so everyone was getting hurt ou there.

Eventually my friend yelled out push and got yelled at by the a player on the opposing team. I guess the fighting didn't have to stop on the court.

My work, thus far, has been a pretty enjoyable place to live. I like that everyone is pretty friendly. I don't mind that the named attorney sometimes gets passionate and yells or has a temper. And I think that most people are pretty happy to be there working.

The only problem that I have right now is that I don't have my own desk. I have to move somewhere else every day. They bought a few new computers but they haven't been set up yet.

I think that it's funny that we've got about 40 employees and only five of us are guys. Its unfortunate that there are some rules about dating co-workers. I'm not sure what they are exactly, but I think it's probably a good idea.

Anyhow, I think that a couple of the girls there are really cute. I think that everyone is really nice. I think that quite a few are extremely intelligent. Then I think that everyone blurs some of those lines.

That's about all.

I went out last night, so I decided that it would be a good idea to stay in this evening. Instead of getting my work done, I decided to go to the nearby Borders. I thumbed through some books, listened to a friend play music (I didn't know she was performing this evening), and I picked up a few magazines to bring home.

Anyhow, it's nice to have evenings where you don't do much.

I plan on taking a long shower, putting on my PJs and eating some ice cream to celebrate.

I'll make sure to give my cat some of her tuna flavored treats and some milk so that she appreciates me being here.

Fogerty was loud again, so I called the security people. They went and told him to turn down the music. He tried to figure out who they were but he couldn't get it out of the officer. Then I left so that he wouldn't bug me.

He goes around to each and every neighbor to try to figure out who complained about his loud, obnoxious music. Anyhow, I come back later and he walks out of his apartment to confront me. He seemed to want to fight, which would be a bad idea for Fogerty.

Somehow I convinced him that it wasn't me.

I even had a little mix cd that I gave him when he walked out of his apartment (it happened to be in my hands). He thought it was something that I was coming down to give him. He also saw that I had a Mavericks ticket on me but didn't notice it was from months ago. I guess he thinks my story checked out.

I'm still angry about the whole thing.