shock and awe

February 8, 2013

I obviously need to blog more. And I obviously need to post more pleas for help, advice, goods, and materials on this blog. Because guess what? Someone bought me Mumford tickets.

Shock and awe.

This is how it went down. I woke up this morning, oddly before my alarm went off. I shut my alarm off; my alarm as of late has been the Sleep Cycle app. Each morning when I awake it asks me what kind of mood I’m in when I wake up, providing one of three options: 1) green smiley face, 2) yellow somber face, or 3) red angry face. I am not a morning person, so it’s generally a yellow and on occasion, red. I should have known something good was in store because my first inclination was to choose green. Odd considering my sleep quality for the night was only 66%, but that’s besides the point and we don’t need to debate the merits of this app here.

After waking up on the right side of the bed, I did my usual routine – check all email inboxes, twitter, Facebook, and foursquare while lying in bed. This generally takes about 15 minutes and always means that I will be running around at the very last minute trying to get out the door. All because I didn’t set my alarm early enough to plan for the 15 minutes utilized to check every possible social media outlet prior to getting out of bed. Again, besides the point.

I make it to my gmail account and find a number of messages. A never ending email thread from a friend (JK) containing random banter. An email from Dave asking how bad the damage was (he apparently read my blog and wanted more info – whoops, thought his mom told him). Then, another email that simply read:

Happy birthday elder Barber.

Love,
Ant

Two attachments were included with the email.

My first thought upon reading this was that Ant was playing one of her usual jokes on me, so I’d open it to find something utterly absurd, hilarious, and very characteristic of Ant.

My second thought was to question whether it was actually my birthday. I honestly had to contemplate this. Not surprising considering last weekend I couldn’t remember my own age. Picture this. After a wonderful day of skiing, a couple of us wound up at a bar on Capitol Hill to catch the Superbowl. A friend, Sally, and I were randomly talking about another friend of ours who we’ve known for years but always seems to remain the same age. Jokingly, she said that she’s always known him to be 37. But he can’t still be 37! Sally then asked me how old I was, to which I responded “33.” But, I began to question my own response. Am I 33? This led me into straight up panic mode. First, because I couldn’t remember my own age. Second, because it was starting to dawn on me that my initial response was likely incorrect – I may actually be 34. I even texted Mo for confirmation.

Sara: How old am I?
Mo: Old.

Awesome. Not receiving confirmation from Mo, I was forced to do the math: birthdate minus current date. The inevitable was then confirmed – I am 34. Continue freakout mode and the realization that I am edging ever so close to 35.

Back to the issue at hand. After first thinking it was a typical Ant joke, then questioning whether or not it was my birthday, I proceeded to open the email to find two floor seats to the Wednesday Mumford show.

Hold up, I think. This was too improbable and cannot possibly be real. These tickets are running at $250 a pop right now on Stubhub. So my third thought, since I was still in bed and groggy:

Am I still dreaming/sleeping?

After staring in amazement and pure awe at the tickets, opening both attachments, and re-reading said email, it did indeed appear to be true. Ant had sent me two tickets to see Mumford on Wednesday night. Not only that, but they are coveted floor seats. All as a birthday gift, and my birthday is not until August (I think).

Currently, I am floating on a cloud of excitement. After a week of hell at work, this really takes the cake. What a day so far. I don’t even know what to say or how I could ever repay Ant for this amazing gift. I’ve already blocked out my Wednesday afternoon so that my friend and I can get to the Patriot Center early for a prime spot. So. Damn. Excited.

Thank you Ant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no idea how I could ever repay you for this. Simply amazing.


getting old

December 14, 2009

So my latest craze, besides cooking, is this obsession with dogs. I really think I want to get one. I know, I know, I’m never home to take care of it. BUT if I had a dog, maybe I would be home more! Well, I’d have to be. I know I live in a studio and technically can’t have a dog with the wood floors, but it is a fleeting thought I’ve been having lately. I mean, I see these little guys and just want to eat them up they are so adorable. I sometimes find myself gazing into the Dupont dog park wishing I had a little one myself (I would get a big dog but that would be totally unmanageable in my current living situation). One day, a friend and I actually went inside the dog park and played with the dogs, as if we had one ourselves. We sat there for an entire hour laughing our asses off at these things, mimicking outloud what we imagined they were thinking as they were running around playing. Sad. But I can’t wait to do it again.

JK’s sister has this AMAZING dog that just looks absolutely adorable in pics. I’m kind of obsessed with him and I haven’t even met him yet. Also Mo has a great pup herself. Love these little guys!

Meet Rocky, JK's sister's dog


The Creation of Tier III

December 4, 2009

Great times last night at H1.  For those of you unfamiliar with this hidden Arlington gem, the happy hour specials at Hunan One run daily from 11-8:30.  Decent beers on tap such as Blue Moon are a mere $1 during this time.  So, as you would imagine, we all got a little tipsy.  Plus everyone and their mother made it out, which made it a virtual COOL reunion (I had my Coming Out Of Lent party there last year….yes, this will be an annual ocurrence so stay tuned in the spring for more information).  To make things even better, most of my Asians were out.  Yes, that means Hung and Felipe finally were able to meet.  This meeting has been a long time coming, and I had been talking Hung up a bit to Felipe.  So they finally met, and the rest is history.  Not only that, but Wheels and JK were out as well, which means 4 of the top 6 Asians were present.  Only Liv and Big D were missing.  However, as we are all joking about who is Top Tier and who made second Tier, I realize that I left a few of my Asian girlfriends out of the mix and another guy from my softball team.  How did I miss them?  So, we are now forced to create a third tier.  I’m sorry ladies and gents, but since you are late in the game I’m going to have to place you in Tier 3.  So here is the rundown:

Tier I:  Hung, Felipe, and Big D
Tier II:  Wheels, JK, and Liv
Tier III:  Yu, Carrie, and Mick (please ask for further clarification – just assigned names as they came to me here)

Tier II members can no longer complain about their second tier status.  Besides Hung and Felipe, these tiers are subject to change at any point in time.  So, do what you will to make a higher Tier, I am happy to accept any gifts that come my way. 

This whole Tier thing was the running joke last night, mainly between Felipe and I because we like to carry jokes on as long as humanly possible.  And the fact that Hung and Felipe finally met just made it all the more spectacular, in a Chinese Restaurant no less.  So at one point, Felipe, Wheels, and Carrie (new Tier III addition) were all discussing their backgrounds.  Felipe – Chinese, Wheels – Thai?  (this is why I don’t really consider him a full blown Asian), and Carrie – Korean.  So the conversation goes something like this:

Carrie, to Felipe:  “What are you?”
Felipe:  “Top Tier”

Seriously?  Life doesn’t revolve around the Tiers yet, Felipe, but I like how you are thinking.  Carrie was asking what his background was, i.e. Chinese, Korean, etc.  Classic.  This is clearly something that Felipe and I will joke about for months to come.

Also present at the happy hour was the infamous Alex, who is notoriously known to mix up the Asians.  However, last night, Alex wasn’t the culprit in the Asian mix-up.  Intead, it was Linda (another blonde – coincidence?).  We have a group of girlfriends in which 3 out of 6 of us are Asian (they will have to be added into the Tiers at a later date and time).  One of the three, Yu (Tier III), was present.  Linda sees an Asian girl walk by our table, and loudly asks to everyone “HEY!  Is that Hong????”  I look at the girl and she is Asian, but clearly is not Hong.  We all had a good hearty laugh over that one.  The Asian jokes just keep getting better and better.  Keep it up my friends.  Makes for some great blogging material.


cheating

December 2, 2009

Just received a new blog post idea from JK (he’s now my 5th Asian, unless you include my Asian half sister Liv which would make him the 6th).  Really I have the top 3 Asians – Hung, Felipe, and Big D.  Those are my go-to Asians.  JK is kind of a newbie, and I don’t really consider him Asian for some reason even though he is, thus he never really made the Asian cut.  Also we have another friend of ours, Wheels we’ll call him, but I also don’t really consider him Asian either.  So they are my second-tier Asians.  I’m sorry guys, but it’s true.  But at least you made the second cut.  So the other night, our good girlfriend Alex is out in ATown (Arlington) watching Monday Night Football.  I, as you may recall, worked late so couldn’t make it.  Plus was I really going to treck out to ATown on a Monday night?  No.  So Alex texts me “your Asian is here!”  So automatically, I ask “you mean Big D, Felipe?” (one of the top 3).  Then I remembered that JK is Asian.  Sure enough, she responds via text “no…Quack.”  JK’s last name is not Quack, it’s Kwak.  Okay if that isn’t funny I don’t know what is.  It does sound a bit like Quack, so why not automatically assume an Asian’s last name is “Quack?”  As you may recall, Alex is notorious for mixing up our Asians, so it was ultra hilarious that she mispelled his last name.  She constantly confuses Big D and Felipe.  Not sure why Hung is left out of this mix-up, but I think she’s got him down pretty well.  Hung must have a distinct Asian look.  She also thought every Asian who walked in the door that night was Wheels, but that’s another story.

So not sure how I got on the Asian sidetrack.  The topic of this post is actually cheating.  Asians – cheating, goes hand in hand.  Just kidding.  So I was out the other night over Thanksgiving break and met up with some old college peeps.  Really it was my ex boyfriend (we’ll call him Mase as his nickname) who I hadn’t seen in over 8 years, and his friends.  Me and 5 guys, the usual.  We all used to hang out back in the day and I’m still friends with Aladin, who is Mase’s best friend.  Aladin, during this time, relays to me that he believes that 99% of all men cheat.  Seriously?!  99%??  That seems a bit steep don’t you think?  He goes on and on and into detail about how this might happen.  He’s only talking about married men, mind you.  That makes it even better.  I would venture to say that the percentage is closer to 80%.  What do you guys think?  I would hope it would be lower than that, but something about the male species doesn’t leave me with much faith.

(Can I just add a little sidebar about how Mase, who I hadn’t seen in 8 years, went in for the kiss at the end of the evening?  Seriously??!!  Dude it’s been EIGHT years!!!!  EIGHT years since we’ve dated!!!  I mean I know I was memorable, but really?  I found this highly amusing.)

BTW my circulation is now being completely cut off because my shoes are tied so tightly.  Yes, I am wearing my sneakers at work, but I’m trying to break them in.  I’m thinking that I’ll give them a go at the gym tonight and then maybe a jog in the morning, and if they still feel like they are falling off of me, hello Fleet Feet.  Man I’m sure they love me there.  I am pretty much going to buy out and return the store.


Asian mix-up x2

November 4, 2009

Alex just confused Felipe and Big D again (two of my Asian friends).  Please see previous post “All Asians Look Alike.”  Good times.

OH – while we’re on the topic of Asians, it has recently come to my attention that Big D may have “let me win” our little armwrestling match over the summer at Goody’s.  I don’t buy it.  I think this calls for a rematch.

Okay sorry more Asian ideas are coming to me.  So this is about my friend Hung (also mentioned in that post previously), the Asian I have known the longest and am perhaps closest with of the three Asians (sorry JK not sure I count you as Asian – are you mixed or something?).  Anyway, not sure why I didn’t tell Hung about this blog previously, but I just mentioned it to him yesterday and he told me that he doesn’t read personal blogs.  He feels as though he is intruding on people’s lives when he reads them.  WHAT?!  I love my friends.

Oh and did you know the little sister of the three of us, Liv (actual nickname), is actually half Asian?  We think she’s the mailmans child or something.  Not sure why the heck she hasn’t come up yet in these blogs.  Perhaps cause she lives so far away (hint: move to DC).  Love ya Livvy!