20 Minutes of Sunshine

A few months ago I went to Seattle for the first time. It was miserable for a lot of reasons. Mainly because I had to go with L who had recently decided she wanted nothing to do with me and started dating a 20 year old. Yes, I know she's 32 and more importantly, I know she's fucked up. But, this isn't really about her. It's about how horrible the weather is...in Connecticut.

I've come to accept the fact that I'm a freak magnet. No matter where I am or who I'm with, if there is somebody "mentally impaired" (and by that I mean "fucking crazy") around, they will, inevitably strike up a conversation with me. It's just the way things go. So why would the last day, my travel day home be any different for me?

I had it all figured out. I was on the light rail back to the airport. One hour on the train, one to two hours through security and waiting around SEA-TAC, five hours on the plane, one and a half hours to get luggage, the car and get home and far, far away from L...forever. And maybe even see some sunshine when I woke up the next morning. Because after a week there, L had been in a nasty drunken stupor most of the time and I only saw the sun for 20 minutes. And, by the way, the space needle is stupid.

I was enjoying the welcome sense of relief when I got on the train. All I kept thinking was, "less than 12 hours and I'm free." I settled into a corner and got my book out. I didn't want to socialize with anyone else for the rest of the day. This was a great plan until the very next stop...when my new best friend/weather girl got on and sat across from me. I glanced up when she got on, but quickly looked back to my book to avoid anymore trivial conversation.

I was doing a great job ignoring her until I heard my phone go off with that familiar text message alert. I knew it was L. I just frigin knew it. So I pulled out my phone and see, of course from L, "Crazy pants is staring at you." And that's when I make the mistake of looking up. And then I made eye contact. Son of a...

CP: Where you headed?

B: New Jersey.

CP: Oh. Why are you going there?

B: Because I live there.

CP: Well the weather is horrible there.

B: Excuse me?

Now she's gone and pissed me off. She made a funny face when I said NJ, and now she's going to shit talk my favorite place in the world. And, most importantly, she has no room to talk because THE WEATHER IN SEATTLE IS ALWAYS HORRIBLE.

Of course I look over and L can barely control herself from busting out in hysterical laughter. If she didn't text me, I wouldn't have looked up and I most certainly wouldn't be engaged in conversation with this nut job. Everything is always L's fault and it always will be.

CP: I was in Connecticut a couple of weeks ago and the weather was horrible.

B: Well I don't live in Connecticut, I live in NJ and it's the greatest place on Earth. And it doesn't always rain there like it does here in this God forsaken place.

She started to say something else, but I was done. I stuck my face back in my book and ignored her and giggles sitting next to me. I had just spent five awkward days at L's brothers house where her and I were constantly bickering at each other. And if we weren't there I was dragging her drunk ass out of some bar because she got flagged for passing out in the bathroom. I also got punched on a city bus and I only saw 20 minutes of frigin sunshine the entire time I was there. I was done with Seattle and everything that had to do with it.

So...the moral of the story is...L is always wrong, I am always being accosted by crazy people and Seattle is awful. And...by the way, it rained for three days straight when I got home. I wouldn't have had it any other way...

Pictures

So I'm over this daily picture thing. I'll try to keep posting them but it certainly won't be regularly.

11/21/10

11/15/10

11/14/10

Project 365

So I started this little photo blog thing because I need to do something creative. Or so I've heard.

http://365project.org/easyb/365

I'll try to post the pictures on here everyday too. If not just use the link to see them. Hopefully I'll be posting more stories soon too.

Oh Canada!

So every Thursday night at The Ark is trivia night. A bunch of us used to go every week and play until it got too crazy and loud and stopped being fun. I actually hadn't been there on a Thursday night in a while, when K decided we should go there last Thursday for a drink.

Trivia was well under way and we weren't planning on playing, so we grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered our drinks. Well, it's kind of hard not to participate when you can hear all the questions being answered. Plus, the bartenders were playing and everybody around you winds up disucssing the questions that they're asking.

I'm really just trying to watch the Yankee game, when one question that seemed to stump a lot of people came up...What country starts with the letter O? J the bartender seemed to think it was Oman, a country in the Middle East. I wasn't sure, but it did sound familiar to me. K was not convinced though...

K: Is it Ottawa?

B: No...Ottawa is a city in Canada.

K: Oh. It must be Ontario then.

B: (Shaking my head) No, Ontario is a state in Canada.

(And before you all start commenting me to remind me that Ontario is not a state, but actually a province...I know. It was just easier to explain to K that it was a state. I would have f*cked her whole night up if I threw a new big word at her like province.)

K: Oh. I don't know what it is then.

I thought the whole Canadian problem was over with...but no, here comes H, one of the waitresses there.

H: I thought it was Ontario.

K just laughed...I explained that it was a state in Canada and went back to watching the Yankee game. I know K was serious, but I'm kind of hoping H knew better...

Jay Z Album

So I'm definitely not big into rap/hip-hop at all, but I have to say the new Jay Z album is really great. Empire State of Mind with Alicia Keys is so good...and Run this Town with Rihanna...I love it.