Year in Review

So 2009 is now two weeks away from being over and what a year it's been. Every year about this time, I think I say the same thing...can't wait to see it go! 2009 was rough, there were fun times and exciting experiences, but ever the optimist, I feel the best is yet to come...

It seems as it was just yesterday that I was buying my friend shots to try to make her throw up on her birthday. A Three Wiseman shot, which I had the waitress bring out in, well, three separate shots. Whoops. Happy Birthday!

Nothing remarkable happened in February. Oh, Valentine's Day. This year's V-day was interesting to say the least. I went from annoyed to mellow to happy to angry and back to annoyed all in a 24-hour span.

Roooaddd Triiippp! FSB 2009 to Dallas! Took a week off from work, to drink, travel, play and basically NOT WORK! Just like the good ol' days.

April, April, what happened in April???

Cinco de Mayo, always a great time. Then there was DT karaoke with Multiple Scorgasms which led me to singing like there was no tomorrow, air kissing everyone I saw and ending up passed out on the bathroom floor. Luckily, it was my bathroom floor. Good times.

Summer didn't really feel like summer. Didn't spend near as much time at the pool as I'm used to. Just as soon as it begun, it seemed like it was over.

Then there came August and the fight of the century at a place that will remain unnamed only because I don't want to shout them out in any way! The party didn't start 'til we got there and it didn't end 'til we left. Enjoy anger management.

September, the best month ever. I turned a remarkable 28 and couldn't remember at first how old I was turning. I would forever like to be 25 but now being 28, I almost would rather be 30.

Then the holidays: Halloween, Thanksgiving and soon to be Christmas and it seems like it's all come at a rush at the end. Actually, my life feels like a rush right now. A good rush. I got to say good-bye to some bad habits. I've been introduced to some new opportunities. No matter what drama has broken me down over the past year (and there was a lot) as I slide out of 2009 into 2010, I can honestly say that I'm back on top!

And it feels good...

if i were a boy

I love boys. For so many reasons of course, but maybe for their sheer fearlessness. Fearlessness that could be defined on a different day as idiocy. I always admire a guy who bites the bullet to ask a girl out...unless that girl is me. Because when it happens to me, I don't really realize it's happening until after the fact. By then it's too late to make up an excuse they will believe, so usually I just blurt out, 'I have a boyfriend' or I just smile while saying no and slowly back away. Really, I shouldn't care that much about their feelings, because I'm no fool. As soon as the word 'no' is out of my mouth, they're already on to the next one. Boys are resilient like that. Another reason why I adore them.

Ahhh, if I were a boy...

If I were a boy, I would think of the most nonsensical ways to ask someone out. Nah, I'd make a really bad boy. But as a girl, maybe I should run an experiment and see just what kind of lines, tactics, techniques that guys will fall for. The same lines, tactics, techniques that guys think that we girls will fall for.

Case in point: guy at Jiffy Lube asked what I did for fun. To be nice, I started listing things. Then he asked if I invited people over. Like to my house? Umm...sure. Then he asked if he could be one of those people. Really?! Really, really you're asking that? I politely said my boyfriend would not like that and he without flinching said that maybe we can exchange numbers as friends since he didn't know anyone from around here. For a second, I began to empathize and I asked him where he was from. And he said...

KCK.

You're not from around here? Dude, you're like a twenty minute drive. We're in the same area code.

Then tonight, I'm eating dinner with my friend. I'm showing her pictures on my camera when here comes sailing a sugar packet on our table. I look up to the guy in the next booth and he said, 'Hi' and I said, 'hi' and he said there was a fashion show on Saturday downtown, did me and my friend want to go with him and his friend.

No.

However, the no didn't come out so fast. Again, I felt the urge to be polite and decline nicely but luckily my engaged friend informed sugar thrower that she was indeed, engaged, while I just stared at him, mouthing the word 'no'.

So the experiment is twofold: 1) Try to decline invitations I do not want quickly and worry about politeness after the fact. I don't have to be rude but I don't have to be chatty. 2) Throw sugar packets at boys, hit on them at the gas station, grocery store line and anywhere else I feel like striking up a random conversation not caring whether they do or do not have a girlfriend. Whether they do or do not want to talk to me.

I am going to be a boy. I am a boy.

I'm gonna be a really bad at this. But it's not like they're much better.