weekend

Friday Jams

They say that life is always easier,
after you let yourself come undone.
They say they’ll give you all that you want,
and I’ll be waiting in the shadow of the sun.
Seizing time no one has been before,
close the curtains what are you waiting for?
And I’ll be keeping secrets till I’m in the ground.

Changing colors makes you waste away,
just paint your eyes with a vivid mind.
Now you see what’s behind the lights,
And I’ll be waiting in the shadow of the sun.

Finding treasures that has been on demise,
building mountains in disguise,
and I’ll be keeping secrets till I’m in the ground.

I’m in the shadow of the shadow of the sun,
where I belong there’s something coming on.
I’m in the shadow of the shadow of the sun,
oh and I need you.

I’m in the shadow of the shadow of the sun,
where I belong, there’s something coming on.
No more waiting, times are changing,
and there’s something coming on.

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Day 16: Friday. ‘Nuff Said.

#100HappyDays Day 16

Fridays,  weekends, boyfriends, drum lessons, dance music, Persian Zumba, red wine, best friends

(not in any particular order)

Have an absolutely beautiful weekend.

“Our prime purpose in life is to help others. And if you can’t help them, at least don’t hurt them.”

-Dalai Lama

Mondays & The Smell of Snow

100 Happy Days: Day 12

“He said, ‘There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow, so today is the right day to love, believe, do, and mostly live.'”

-Dalai Lama

Since beginning this challenge, I’ve had to face Mondays head on. I usually loathe this dreaded day of the week.

The beginning of the week.

Where in the shit brains did I leave off on Friday afternoon?

The weekend is SO far away!

I’m convinced, if we just eliminated Mondays and replaced them with a much suitable day, much like Doug Funnie did back in the 90’s, we’d be better off. Quail Man had defeated the evil Dr. Bone after he tried getting rid of weekends altogether. However, the heroic Quail Man prevailed, and he even added that extra day of the week I want so bad, Funday.

Unlike Doug, I don’t want to add a day.

Just replace it.

With a non work day.

So I can do nothing.

Well, I’d work out, but other than that, nothing.

I remember going to a Jamie Cullum concert a few years ago and meeting the band afterwards. It was back when I worked in the dreaded retail world and I had work the next morning, on a Sunday. When the band asked what I was doing later on that night, I told them I had work early the next morning and had to go home.

Work? On a Sunday? You Americans are odd.

It was then that I did a little mental foot stomp because I felt like life wasn’t fair because I had to go chop corn at 6:30 in the morning the day after trying to get drunk in Boston.

Yo, Jamie Cullum’s band. You’re right.

Fast forward a few years and here I am, with the same hatred for Mondays that I previously had for Sundays. But because I’m challenging myself to being happy everyday, I thought I’d take another approach to Mondays and I found out while falling asleep last night, that they aren’t that bad. I decided to put together a list of things that I like about Mondays:

1. They usually FLY by.

Much like right now. It’s already after 2 o’clock, which means I have less than 3 hours until I leave. I can dig that.

2. I’ve had 2 whole days to relax and take my mind off of the corporate world.

At 5:00 PM on Fridays, I am shut off from here. Any sort of anxiety I had about not getting something done, or a hard time I was having gets put into the back of mind and doesn’t resurface until 8 AM on Monday. Sometimes, not until 10 AM.

I had an amazing weekend with my Drummer man, so that took a lot of the “almost” steam I had coming out of my ears last week. Trying to be happy for 100 days can be tough during the busy season. But I did it. And hangin’ with my main squeeze totes makes it that much better.

3. The beginning of my workout week/”me” time

Mondays mark the beginning of my workout week. I workout about 4-5 days a week, and usually give myself Fridays and Sundays off, as well as Saturdays if I’m visiting my dude for the weekend, so I get really excited to start back up with my routine. Clean eating and sweating my ass off. Frigg. Yes. Plus, I lost another lb. last week, so every weigh in motivates me for the following week.

Mondays also tend to be my “me” nights. I get out of work, do my health-tastic thing, and then it’s just me. In my room or woman-cave, recording music or catching up on TV. Nothing is better than alone time. Legit. Nothing.

and finally..

4. Time flies. No, seriously.

I know I always say that the weekend is SOOOOO far away. But it’s not. In fact, I want the weeks to slow the eff down. The end of every week is just that. And only 4 of those weeks make a month. 12 months later, a whole year has passed. Is anyone else totally blown away by that? Time is flying by. I remember being 21 like it was yesterday. I think that’s when my time perception sped up. Up until then, the days, weeks, and months dragggged. Now I’m trying to hold on to them for dear life. Stop that time. You crazy sonofabitch.

So there. This is some MAJOR progress in my happiness project.

Liking Mondays?

I swear I’m not high, guys.

If I were, I’d probably be more like “Mondays are a draaaaaaaag man. Ash that and pass that.”

Drumming My Way Into Friday

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#100HappyDays Day 9:

Friday.

Move over, Rebecca Black. I’m taking over your favorite day of the week. You know why? Because it’s MY favorite day and I’m older. End of discussion.

What’s not to be happy about on a Friday? It was my favorite day when I was younger. It was the day to be hungover in college and then get excited to party again that night. And once I got out of retail, it became the day that marked my two days off from the corporate world. HELL. YES.

I’m also happy because I get to spend the weekend with my Drummer. It’s been almost two weeks since we’ve seen each other. Work has been crazy for him since all the kiddies moved back to school last weekend, so we’ve been on pause, but this weekend will totally make up for it.

I know I haven’t written about him in a while, but honestly, what’s there to write? He’s awesome. He’s the sweetest thing ever and I’m happy I found him, or rather that he found me.

I guess I never told you guys about that huh? When I was thrown onto the tracks of the Online Dating Train, I was the pursu-ER. When you’re a female on any sort of website, the attention you get is ridiculous. The messages POUR in and you barely have time to look through them before your inbox got full. I didn’t want to wait and sift through a bunch of “Hey ma’s” and “Sugar Daddy?” messages so I took it upon myself to do all the looking and contacting. All of the dates I went on were a direct product of MY elbow grease in this business. Nobody can ever say I didn’t try. I was not one of those women who waited. Never been. Never will be.

I saw The Drummer’s profile a few hours before he messaged me, but I didn’t click on it for some reason. Then, I received his message. I had written in my profile about my love for whiskey and pizza, as well as my passion for blogging. He touched on all three of those things and apparently was intrigued. I tend to intrigue men with my whiskey obsession. I don’t understand why. Vodka tastes like absolute shit and beer has too many calories. What the fuck ever. Sorry. Rambling.

Anyways, I saw the message. Took a quick look at his profile and moved on. A few minutes later I popped back into my inbox and stared at the message. I had already promised myself that this round of OKC was my last attempt at online dating and I was going to be picky. But something just stood out about him. He was extremely good looking, but it wasn’t his pictures. We all know how awful men are at choosing online dating pictures (Sorry Drummer!) I honestly have no idea what it was, but I figured if I was this interested, I should shoot a message back. That message turned into dozens. And then we made plans. And then exchanged numbers.

Even leading up to the date, I wasn’t that nervous. The only reason I had any sort of anxiety was because this would literally be my last date from a website if it turned to shit. I was so sick of going on RIDICULOUS dates with ridiculous men only to be extremely disappointed. Little did I know it would be my last date, but for all the right reasons.

As soon as I got out of my car that night and walked towards him, I haven’t stopped smiling. He looked even better than his pictures, and had the best personality. It was such a relief to have a great time with someone when all you’ve done is waste time with others. And I’ve never felt so wanted by someone in my life. It’s quite nice.

I wouldn’t let him read my blog until recently, though that was the first topic of conversation we had. After a while of him hinting, I just let him have it. I’m honest with everyone in my life, even you guys. Why would I be any different with him?

Our little thing we have is still new, so it’s continually a learning experience. I’m content where I am. I feel lucky, but I also feel like I deserve such a great person. Everyone deserves that in their lives.

I don’t think of the “what ifs” or the future. I just think of how at the end of my workday I’m going to pack my things and then drive over to my super sweet dude and squeeze the crap out of him.

And today, I am happy.

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Weekend Update & Blogging Sabbatical

Happy Monday! This is going to be a quick post today & possibly my only one of the week. I have a ton of work to get done since I’m getting surgery tomorrow-but more on that later. I gotta update you on Date #3!

My list of rules were totally reasonable from Friday. Did I adhere to every single one of them?

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Come on, guys. Don’t you know me by now?

Friday was my third date with The Drummer. Well, not exactly a date, but our third time hanging out. I stayed at the college he works at and drank/hung out with all his co-workers. It was a little nerve wracking at first because I didn’t know what to expect or how many people were coming. I asked, but he was pretty vague about it.

When I arrived, we had a little time to catch up and talk about our weeks. Then, two of his friends show up. Okay, not too overwhelming. I’m pretty sociable and sometimes my discomfort comes off as awkward humor, which everyone is amused by. So pretty much, it looks like I’m like I’m trying to be funny. YES.

After about 20 minutes of the friendly meet and greet EVERYONE else shows up. Like, another 12-15ish people. THAT was the overwhelming part. Everyone knew each other and they were all excited to get drunk since the dorms were empty. Luckily, a lot of them were super nice. One guy turned to me and told me to tell him a great story, so I shot back with a “I went to dinner with Bobby Orr once.” That was a great ice breaker.

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Side note: I was like 9, so it wasn’t a date or anything. I won a contest. But still, a pretty neat story.

Luckily, I hit it off with everyone. I didn’t get too drunk because I didn’t want to make a fool of myself so I was the perfect amount of myself AND drunk for people to get a good idea of who I was as a person. Let’s be real though-I mostly hung out with the guys and smoked cigars outside while drinking my Manhattans. The guys made sure to text The Drummer later on to tell him they loved me.

I definitely followed a good chunk of my rules. At one point, and a few Manhattans later, I did do ONE penis joke and I just stopped halfway and thought to myself “Dammit, Lara. No penis jokes. NONE.” So I kind of saved myself. But I definitely didn’t drink whiskey from the bottle and I only shook my bum for ONE song and no one saw.

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However, there was one rule I broke that I wasn’t too upset over. Since I had such a long drive home, I ended up sleeping over and…

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I’m sorry guys. That’s all I can give you. Since I actually like this guy, I figured I should be polite and not write about personal stuff with him. As much as I LOVE documenting my sexcapades, this one isn’t a onenight-gonna-blog-about-it-stand. But on a scale of one to ten it was a——

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I’m really happy in this moment. I mean, a little fearful of this whole situation. I haven’t really developed feelings for anyone since my ex and seeing the way The Drummer looks at me brings me to this weird place where I want to let him in, but I have these subconscious walls up that, at the moment, I don’t have control over. And I don’t want to control them right now either. They’re defense mechanisms and they keep me grounded. But I digress-that’s a sappy post for another day.

Anyways, I have surgery tomorrow. I’m getting gum grafts on a few teeth. It’s basically when they cut the skin from the roof of your mouth and put it where your gums should be. I had it done back in July and I ain’t even gonna lie to you-it fucking hurts. A LOT. I don’t wish that upon anyone.

And you know what really pisses me off? The fact that your dentist and periodontist will tell you it feels like “a pizza burn.”

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LIARS. JUST PLAIN OLD LIARS.

For that reason, they put you on two levels of pain medication. Because it fucking hurts. I’ll be on a strict diet of Chobani and double doses of Vicodin (that’s how to really get those pain killers working) for 4 days, so I may not be in my right mind to post anything for a bit. Who knows though-maybe I’ll get all pain med high and start rambling on Thanksgiving about how grateful I am to be alive and then start crying on my laptop. It’s me, so anything is possible.

I’m staying at The Drummer’s after surgery. He offered to take care of me for the night, which was super sweet. He’s leaving to stay with his family for the holiday week, so I wouldn’t get to see him until next week if I couldn’t tomorrow. If the guy can handle me with a swollen mouth and yoga pants, then he can handle me through anything haha.

Even if I’m not posting, I’ll still be reading yours! I need something to do while I’m in bed in massive amounts of pain. Make ’em good!

Have a fabulous Monday everyone! xx

Eat That Up, It’s Good For You

I have a slight obsession with Two Door Cinema Club. They came to Boston in October and by the time I tried to get tickets, they were sold out for ALL THREE DAYS. Lame. I’ll see you soon, boys.

Date #3 with The Drummer tonight. I guess it really isn’t a date, per say, but I’m going up to the school he works at to hang with him and his co-workers. All of the students go home for Thanksgiving break today, so the staff gets together and celebrates the night they leave. Shit, I would too if I couldn’t get drunk on campus all semester long.

Kind of nervous to meet all his co-workers and friends. I know I’ll be fine because I’m really sociable, but it’s the whole drinking thing that gets me. Sometimes when I drink, I can be a little too “Lara” and I’m not ready to show his inner circle that, especially with first impressions. But dammit, he bought me fancy whiskey so I have to create some guidelines for my behavior.

So tonight, Lara:

No drinking whiskey straight from the bottle.

No rapping ANYTHING from The Slim Shady LP, unless requested without mentioning.

No penis jokes, unless otherwise specified.

If there’s music, don’t shake your bum. Just don’t. Please. This isn’t a gay club.

I think if I adhere to this simple rules, I’ll be okay. I don’t want to drink that much anyways because I’m really counting on driving home. Trying to keep up with this “dating and waiting” ordeal. I have faith. I think.

Have a fabulous weekend everyone!

Be safe.

Be free.

Be you.

Be wonderful.

xo