Texas Cinderella

A Texan, born and raised, found emerged back to home town values after being subjected to the concrete jungle of New York City. Currently encountering crazy antics in London.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Random acts of Violence

Life is funny. One minute you're laughing over dessert and the next a stranger walks into the restaurant and bashes your head and your friend's head into the wall next to your table, sing songs "Sorry" and leaves with a smirk on his face then looks back at you through the window as you gaze at him with a dazed expression on your face, too in shock to fathom what just fucking happened.

After a couple of minutes, our waiter came by and asked if we knew him. I was like no we do not know the guy that just bashed our heads into the wall and even if we did...WTF? So HM and I sat there for at least 30 minutes in complete and utter shock. I called my dad and then the waterworks started. My dad calmed me down and said it was probably someone on drugs and that everything would be alright. HM and I kept looking at each other in utter disbelief. Then a police van pulled up to a commotion that was happening outside the restaurant. Turns out it was the guy that had assaulted us being arrested. My adrenaline cranked up and I ran out of the restaurant and asked the cop if I could give a statement and went into hysterics about how he just walked in and bitch slapped us into the wall. There was a big crowd gathered and I have no idea what all i said but I got very emotional.

Long story short, we went to the police station along with his other victims. Chronologically, he started with us, then went down the road where he pushed a lady locking up her store, forcing her to fall into her coworker standing there (she had to go to the hospital because she couldn't walk and the coworker's knee was the size of a grapefruit), then turned back in the direction he started and pushed a girl from behind forcing her to fall to the ground (she was sooo out of it at the station). Luckily this caused people to confront him and wrestle him to the ground, not before he pushed and kicked an old man trying to help the girl out. While we were waiting around to give our statements, a man came to the station. We asked if he was another victim and he was like no I just got a call that my son was arrested. I felt really bad for the man. He seemed so normal. The police officer that took my statement said the guy was mentally ill. Turns out 2 more people called the station from the hospital about being attacked by the same person, one with a broken hip. Not sure if the case will go to trial but still shocked that people (sane or insane) can be so incredibly evil.

I'm fine just have a bump on my head from hitting the wall as does HM. I keep playing it over and over. It happened so quickly but also in slow motion, if that makes sense. I know it could have been a LOT worse and I'm just glad that everyone is relatively okay.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Just 'cause she dances loco...

Last night, Blake and I went to Nobu for his last supper (he left today for good). I think we all know that when I hang out with Blake debauchery is sure to follow and this was no exception. Needless to say, we had mojitos to start then shared a bottle of wine at dinner. We racked up quite a tab and Blake being Blake picked it up. Holla! :)

We ended up meeting up with Harris at a pub on Bond Street. I was just going to stay for couple of rounds but got persuaded to go with them to a strip club called Sophistikats. Blake played the "It's-my-last-night-and-we-won't-see-each-other-for-a-while" card. I'd never been (I've always wondered why men would want to get all hot and bothered and not be able to do anything about it!) and since I didn't want to miss out hanging out with Blake on his final night in London, I went along.

We walked in and I was immediately put at ease to see there were other fully clothed women, too! Phew! They were sitting next to the clientele of mostly businessmen but I quickly realized that they were actually the lap dance girls. WTF? We found our table and the guys told me I was a repellent for the dancers coming over. I got up to use the restroom and when I got back they were swarmed! The girls thought I was offended by them being at our table but we made sure to let them know I was just a friend. I asked each girl that come over for a lap dance (0 for me, 1 for Blake, 3 for Harris..WTF?) what perfume they were wearing because all of the girls smelled heavenly! Then 5 seconds later they'd be naked, gyrating on the floor for my friends. I just watched the main stage "showcase" when that happened! Note to self: must try Delicious by DKNY and Envy by Gucci. Anyway, the experience was different than I expected it to be (I was envisioning me being really uptight but I just became one of the guys) plus the music was the best ever!

We left at around 1am to find food before retreating to our respective homes and ended up at Burger King. Harris and I got this email from Blake this morning:

I could have gone out in style - my last meal in London was ALMOST the sashimi salad at Nobu.... But Noooooo - it had to be a Whopper and fries, with a side of Blue Balls.

To which I wrote back:

You might not have asked for the BK but you did however ask for the Blue Balls, yeah?

I miss him already!!!! I'm glad to know we both feel that every time we hang out we know it's going to be fun. He's one of my favorite people and we can tell each other anything. I can't wait to see him this summer when I meet him for trips on some weekends while he's in France.

PS. Harris was being very flirty and innuendo-y...remember we had a rendezvous at my birthday that nobody knows about, not even Blake...but I kept it in check. We texted today about how ill we felt and I called him out on being dirty in which he replied..."Yep, that's me...'three dance Harris'". At least he owns up to it!

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Monday, February 25, 2008

Erasure

You know what's the devil?....FACEBOOK. It tells you all sorts of jems, like a certain someone is still in London after telling me he was moving back to Australia in December and a certain outing at a club that happens to be 2 stops away from me in a month that he will be attending -don't worry I will not be making a drop by- that's a little psy-cho even for me. And I know I need to mentally ship him off and physically STOP checking. It's not healthy I know this and I vow to stop but wanted to give you insight into the crazy.

I did however make a HUGE step and erase all emails to and from him that were in one of my inbox folders. The emails are almost a year old and need to be trashed. High time to do some spring cleaning...on my heart. (say cheese)

I'm looking for a relationship that sounds like a Joshua Radin song (again) . Is that so hard to ask?

*Still on hiatus...just shifting through the shit. (I feel if I put this patheticness out to the internet/universe I will feel ashamed and stop - my very own nicorette patch).

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Thursday, February 21, 2008

Three-in-One

I'm finally feeling back to normal from my debauchery on Saturday night. Getting old blows! And speaking of getting old (I turn 30 in, oh, 9 flipping months), is the universe completely mocking me that three (yes three!) of my friends have gotten engaged in the last week? Insanity!

While I'm nothing but utterly happy for them, I can't help but wonder how everyone else's lives are passing me by and I'm on the remedial course.

*P.S. One of the disadvantages for living abroad - I don't get the screaming, happy "I'm engaged, this is how he did it..." phone call because it happens while I'm sound asleep or they can't call international. Sadness. :(

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Monday, February 18, 2008

Sloppy

Well I survived Valentine's Day or what Mandy liked to call "Thursday". True I would have loved to have spent it with a gorgeous, trustworthy boyfriend but I was thankful for being alone this year and not having to spend it with some bloke that doesn't fully appreciate me.
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Blake had a leaving party on Saturday night and as always we were up to our old antics. We started the night off with sushi and sake then went to a late night pub where more shots and drinks were consumed. By the end of it we were all dancing while Blake was creeping around the bar taking random pics of us with my camera. This got the attention of one of Blake's fraternity brothers and an acquaintance of mine from UT. I hadn't seen him in years and he's lived in London for the past 4 years. We exchanged numbers since it turns out we're neighbors.

At 3am when the pub closed down, we all thought it would be a great idea to continue the celebration at Frat Boy's friend's house. Blake and I were play fighting over how he didn't officially tell me he was moving and then vane of my existence happened...I got extremely car sick. The sushi was not holding up to the amount of alcohol in my system. We had to stop at Frat Boy's flat to get more alcohol and Prissy and I were able to pee there but my body was telling me to not get back in the cab with the others. So I decided to walk to the friend's flat and when I got there I proceeded to puke my brains out in the stranger's bathroom. In my dizzy stupor, I decided at 4.30am it would be a good idea to walk home alone (because there was NO way I was getting back into a moving vehicle). I slipped out the back door while no one was looking and then Frat Boy called and told me to come back but once I'm out of commission, I'm out of commission. I would have actually loved to catch up with him but it was not to be.

I ended up getting extremely lost and had to take a short cab ride (gag) to my neighborhood which sent my world spinning even further. Needless to say all of yesterday I was dying. I texted Frat Boy to tell him sorry for the drunken spectacle and that I hoped to see him around the area. We'll see...of course I'm still on hiatus from men but he would actually be a fun replacement for Blake.

Since I’m STILL feeling the aftermath of Saturday, I will not be drinking for a while…or you know until the weekend! :)

Update: I got this text back from Frat Boy: "Hey there. No worries. Good times saturday night, was a wreck on sunday though. definitely keep in touch and we'll meet up soon". Not sure what to think of this text but at least he won't tell our acquaintances what a train wreck I was!

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Wednesday, February 06, 2008

ReLENT

Since Easter is super early this year, I just realized today that it's the first day of lent. So I did some soul searching and decided to try that hiatus I was supposed to do months ago and give up boys for lent. No more worrying. No more cheating. No more heartache. Just no more.

For the next 40 days and 40 nights it's going to be me, me, me, and well, me. And of course my friends. And massages. And going to movies. And shopping. And figuring out my career. And still going out in this fantastic city.

But it's about time I start putting my energy into me.

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Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Ventilation

-I got a drunken text from Skully on Friday night "Hey. Little question. Are you still talking to me?". I had to text him back (ie. since we work together) so the next afternoon I texted a rhetorical "Why wouldn't I still be talking to you?". And scene. The curious part of me is all WTF was that about? The other part of me is whateves.

-The Blake thing is REALLY bothering me.

-In addition to that, it seems like at least 4 of my friends haven't emailed me back to a question I asked. WTF? I'm starting to get a complex.

-I'm having second thoughts about my job here. I love London but miss the more creative jobs I've had in the past. There might be an opportunity at my company to interview for something like that but I can feel myself being snippy because I hate my current job description. But it's a double edge sword because if I want to stay in London, I have to do this type of work. Otherwise, I will be shipped back to Houston.

-Which is stressing me out because I can't imagine myself living/working back in Houston right now or for a while. Nor can I see myself back in the states right now or for a while...dare I say ever? The point was reiterated on Sunday when I watched the Superbowl with a bunch of Americans. I had fun but they (the boys) were all just lacking something. An accent? A different cultural background than me? Culture, period? I know, I'm unpatriotic.

-I dropped my already breaking phone today and it DIED. Therefore tonight, instead of going home and relaxing with a bubble bath, I have to go and pay gold for a new one.

-I'm just one giant stress ball and want to just cry for no reason. It's one of those days where you feel the whole world is against you.

-I have an hour and a half massage scheduled for Saturday...but it just couldn't get here fast enough.

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Monday, February 04, 2008

Slap in the flipping FACE

Blake is moving in a month. He got laid off from his job that he hated and is moving to Austin where he was already in the process of closing on a condo. He’s going traveling before he leaves at the end of February and then he’ll be back in May for culinary school in France during the summer.

I’m very sad that one of my close friends is leaving sooner than his expected departure date in May. I am extremely hurt, however, that I know of this information through his flatmate, Prissy, and NOT him.

I could understand that he might be embarrassed that he was laid off but Prissy told me on Saturday at Rugby (Blake was supposed to go too but flaked out at the last minute so I didn’t get to see him) that he wrote a flipping post about it on his myspace page. He was actually overjoyed to be able to leave London, which he hated as well. You would think that someone you traveled to 3 different countries with, had blasts with every time you hung out and shared deep conversations with would have the decency to contact you about something like…oh yeah I’m moving in 20 days, thought you should know since we are pretty close. And it’s not like he’s been busy. He’s been Mr. Mom as Prissy called him hanging out on the weekdays, cooking and cleaning the flat. Plenty of time to email/text/call me to tell me this news.

I was going to contact him this week to say that I was sorry that he got laid off but I know he's happy about getting back to Texas and if he wanted to grab dinner...but he left for Berlin, then Prague today for the week (info through Prissy) and I can't decide if I should contact him when he gets back. It's sad really and also makes me want to scream WTF????????????? So hurt. And to make it worse...I'm 100% positive that Prissy told him that I was upset and still silence on the airwaves.

Sidenote: The last time I talked to him was after we hung out for the Patriots vs. Chargers game with Harris. We had soo much fun and he drunkenly talked about renting a villa (with a big group of people) in the South of France after his culinary school finished in August for a week. He followed up with an email the next morning when he was severly hungover to say that he was serious and that we should start investigating now. He was to go skiing that weekend so I didn't think anything of it for not talking to him but he's been back for a week and known about the lay off for 2 weeks and it's been was silence and crickets.

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