So Midwestern

Last night - the first night where I went to sleep and wasn't so exhausted that I didn't dream - I had an amazing dream. I screamed at Colin for what he did. I don't remember the context. I don't remember what I said.

It felt good.

It has felt good all day.

I just watched the Grey's Anatomy finale. I missed it on Thursday night - because of the Kanye West concert.

Did you know that my all-time favorite Grey's couple is Alex and Izzie?

Did you know that Colin is broken like Alex - broken and guarded to depths that I could never see? I saw the cracks. I traced my fingers over them. I could never pry my way in.

I have almost forgotten him.

I am on the cusp of moving on.

I'm scared.

I still miss him.

Labels: Colin

I joined Facebook a few weeks ago after, on the same day, I was chided by my sister, Lucy and Colleen for my absence from The Facebook (as Meg likes to call it).

Yesterday, I added my cousin Emma as a friend.

And then she writes the following on my wall. "You may be my oldest facebook friend."

I recovered quickly from the sting and cleverly responded with "NOT ANYMORE." Then I deleted her.

That little shit.

Labels: family, fascinating stories of intrigue

Last night, Meg and I went to the Palace to see Kanye West’s Glow in the Dark Tour. I know absolutely nothing about hip hop, so I won’t attempt a review, but I will say that Rihanna is so adorable and Kanye West is clearly an eccentric genius.

We paid too much for our tickets. But our seats were great and the show was greater. Worth the time, effort, energy and the unfortunate fact that I cannot keep my eyes open.

My sister plays hockey on a high-level tournament team in the summers.

They signed up to play in a tournament on the west side of the state next weekend. Meg wanted to go, but was registered to run in a 5K. She told the coach she’d go, but he would have to talk the tournament director into pushing back their first game of Saturday morning.

My team wanted to go to the same tournament. I wasn’t so keen on playing, but I liked the idea of going to the same tournament as my sister, running in the 5K with her, staying in the hotel with her, going on a good ol’ fashioned road trip. It would be fun.

I told my team that I would play.

And then Meg’s team dropped out.

And then my soccer team was scheduled a game for Sunday.

And I begged my team to find another goalie. It is ridiculous to drive 2 hours for a game on Friday. Drive two hours home. Run in a 5K. Drive two hours back to the tournament. Play in two games. Spend the night if we happen to make the finals. Play in the final game. Drive home. Play in a soccer game.

I asked my team over a month ago, before they sent in our deposit, to find me an alternate.

And they didn’t.

And now I have to spend next weekend driving back and forth across the state for a stupid tournament that I don’t want to play in.

Gas is $4/gallon. My time is at an even higher premium. I just don’t want to go. But I’m going to – because skipping the tournament and leaving my team without a goalie is going to cost me more than a few friendships.

I’m just going to suck it up.

And probably hate every second.

This is the problem with being a goalie. Your obligations are so much higher. Your replacements are sparse or nonexistent.

And, if you’re spineless like I am, you get suckered into a lot of shit you don’t want to do.

Labels: hockey, jockette

First, my Detroit Red Wings clinched a trip to the Stanley Cup Finals.

Then, I break out my mad Ticketmaster skillz and score my dad tickets to Game 2, Game 5 and Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals. If the prediction that my boss made is correct - that the winner will be determined in overtime of the final (7th) game - I will clinch Perfect Daughter status.

Finally, my girl Kristi Yamaguchi pulls in the Dancing with the Stars championship.

It's a good week.

Well, actually, I'm not all that impressed by it for a multitude of reasons. But that's for another entry.

Labels: hockey

The weekend: eventful.
I: fell asleep at 10:05 pm and did not wake, or move, or anything else, until my alarm went off at 6:45 this morning. I could have slept for five more hours.

Friday night: was my soccer game, where I successfully avoided both Colin and The Crazy (which threatens to rear its ugly head whenever I am in his vicinity). After the game, we took a little team-bonding trip to the bar. As always is the case with that team, it was a chill affair. As I had errands to run on their side of town on Saturday morning, I spent the night at Mom and Dad’s house.

Saturday day: Grandma came over to Mom and Dad’s house. We drank coffee and I scanned/emailed pictures for her. I sat on the couch with my daddy and watched the Red Wings lose (again! Tragic!) to the Dallas Stars. I went to the gym and cranked out 3 or so miles on the treadmill. Meg came home and we had family dinner before Meggie and I headed off for my house.

Saturday night: I had been planning this night out for a few weeks. I knew that Anna had the weekend off of work, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to stage a get-together. I just kept inviting people – Meg and Lucy and Colleen and my best work friend and my best soccer pal and people from my soccer team and basically anyone who I thought could be the slightest bit of fun. It ended up being seven girls. And lots of fun.

Meg and Anna and Lucy are instigators. They are wild and assertive while managing not to be too over-the-top. The other four of us are all a bit more reserved. We tried to be, anyhow. It is hard with those bold personalities egging you on.

We started off at the hipster bar around the corner. It is a bit overpriced, but the atmosphere is great and the food is amazing. We ordered drinks, chips and salsa, shots. We stayed there for a few rounds of drinks. And then we walked – walked! Walking from bar to bar is not a common option here in the Motor City, so I am endlessly pleased by this – to a trashtastic bar a few blocks away.

At the trashtastic bar we drank more, took advantage of the dance floor and the DJ spinning top 40, and generally caused a ruckus. Anna found someone she went to grade school with, told him that she knew his name and watched him flounder. Amusing. Colleen asked this turd wearing track pants and a polo shirt (?) to dance with her. Doubly amusing.

The evening ended rather abruptly. Just after 1, an alarm was sounded, the lights came on, the music was cut and then we realized that there was a bar fight in the corner. We were a little uneasy – especially Lucy – until the police came and came and came and came (at least eight officers). Which, thankfully, happened just a minute or two later. The bar must have some sort of a magic button that calls the police, like, stat.

We paid our tab and we walked home. In the midst of our jaunt, Meg stopped dead in her tracks. “Sex sex sex sex sex sex. SEX IN THAT CAR.” She pointed at a car, curiously parked right under a streetlight, inside which there were definitely some shenanigans taking place. We giggled and hooted and hollered and otherwise ruined their moment.

It was a good night. An eventful one, certainly. The sort of night that made Anna and I want to move to the city that we live in now. We couldn’t do that, drink and walk around, in the suburb where I grew up. I like having the option.

Sunday: The majority of my day fell prey to pure exhaustion. Meg and I (along with Anna and Colleen) sluggishly went out for a greasy breakfast, sluggishly accompanied my mom to Lowe’s to shop for paint, sat around looking like zombies and…took a golfing lesson from Dad. He bought us golf shoes. He is all about teaching us to golf. And so we are all about learning.

We finished the day with a practice for our summer soccer team. The turnout sucked but the practice was productive. (Normally we spend more time talking about practicing than actually doing something.) I’m really excited for the season to start.

I’m surprised that I made it home without falling asleep on the road. The weekend sucked the life out of me – and my week promises to be plenty demanding, too.

I am feeling awfully thankful for the upcoming three-day weekend.

There will be no bar hopping.

Labels: city cousin, friends, Lucy, my big little sister, soccer

Exhausted.

Should be sleeping, not blogging.

It was an eventful weekend. A fun weekend. The type of weekend that normal people - people who don't balance the schedule that I do, people who aren't as awkward and antisocial as I am - have.

The gem of the weekend was definitely Saturday night. I can't wait to write about it. I've started the narrative three or four times now. It just isn't working.

I'm sure it has nothing to do with my heavy eyelids.

Labels: me me ME