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Well, I have spent most of my time posting over on another couple of blogs, but today I thought I'd best line this one back up and pay more attention to it. I haven't revisited the blog since prior to the Winter 2012/2013 Tour with Youth Brigade.
So, here I am, leaving a quick up date.
The Adolescents are due to begin recording our next album the first week of April, the follow up to the EP "American Dogs in Europe."
A tour of the northeast of the USA and a Canadian Festival are scheduled for early June, and a 5 week tour of Europe will follow in July through late August.
The Adolescents will be playing REBELLION FESTIVAL this year.
We sadly must share the loss of our brother BIG ROCK Chris Shaefer in December. We will miss him very much. I will pay the man his proper due when the time comes, but I have to share that it is still very hard for me to think about and discuss. It is still too fresh.
Steve and Dan will be on the road late June with CJ RAMONE, touring South America. Catch them if you get the chance, the band is great.
Over and Out.
I have picked up a full on Stage 5 Clinger! I’m telling you, boys fall completely in love with me and bother the living daylights out of me, or they want absolutely nothing to do with me. I have yet to find a happy medium!!! Uggg..
I met Stage 5 at Rudy’s while out for a couple drinks with a girlfriend. There wasn’t a lot of empty seating so Stage 5 and his friend asked to join our overly large and very empty table. What felt like only seconds after they sat down shots of Fireball were already coming in hot. Taking into account that Fireball is my new absolute fav, I was not opposed to this what so ever and didn’t put up much of a fight.
The four of us left Rudy’s and headed to two more bars that evening. The final stop of this blackout train is where all inhibitions went completely out the window. My drunk/tired girlfriend took a taxi back to my house and his friend left to a different bar with girls he picked up along the way, leaving the two of us alone to make nothing but poor decisions. The last two events I can recollect from the evening was 1) Standing on a barstool yelling FIREBALL!!! and 2) Making out with Stage 5 quite aggressively at the bar. A little side note…. Being a bartender I usually try to NEVER be that couple. Making out at a table.. Totally ok… At the bar… So not cool!
Fast forward to waking up the next morning completely naked, in a strange bedroom at 11am, and looking around to realize I was completely alone. I started to panic a little when I peeked my head out of the bedroom door and realized no one was home and I had absolutely no idea where I was. Just as I was gathering my things to see if he had a piece of mail with an address on it or go outside and look for a street sign. (Clearly, I’m extremely resourceful in time of desperation) Guess who comes strolling in wearing a full spandex rode biking outfit, Stage 5. Good old Stage 5 got up and did a 30 mile bike ride to Laguna and back all while I (a stranger) was sleeping alone in his house.
He offers to drive me home after he showers and I’m thinking, Awesome! Accidental drunken hook up, totally going to end smoothly!! Well I sure thought wrong. This is when the incredibly large Red Flag started waving in my face. He opened his closet moved over his clothes, hands me an empty hanger and says, “I have plenty of extra room in my closet for you to start leaving things here. You can leave your jacket if you’d like.” Uh…. Hey Bud, I’m not even sure I have your phone number. Fortunately, the ride home wasn’t too bad. Luckily, he drives a Prius and not some huge bumpy truck because the entire way home I spent doing precise breathing techniques to keep myself from throwing up all over his little Electric Love Bug.
I come to find out the next day that we must have exchanged numbers when I received the first of the so far eight consecutive daily texts that are some variation of, “Hi, What cha doin today?” Not you, buddy, not you!
Ok.... So here we go. I'm 26, a bartender in Fullerton, and a career college student. I love my family, friends, job, botox, blueberry vodka crans, my cat Tink, traveling, the sun, etc etc. I’m starting this little public journal to share with everyone who visits this totally rad site, and I suppose whoever else may be interested, the many wild and crazy escapades of life as a single 20something in the OC. And for all of you who are happily in relationships, this is what us who are out here on the market have to deal with. So today we'll do a brief catch up so I can just jump right in.
A little background on how I got to this very single and ready to mingle stage of my life… It all started about 8 months ago, when I invested far too many emotions in someone, that should have just served his purpose, as a rebound. #1 rule in dating, which I failed to recognize, is to identify that a rebound should remain just that and only that. But anyways, this particular guy is a bartender at the bar where I used to spend the majority of my free time. Bad idea # 1… Everyone knows don’t shit where you eat. The point in which I realized I needed to reanalyze my life choices was at the very moment I was being carried out by one of the bouncers (who I had a one nighter with a little over a month later) screaming, "Do you know who I am?? Nobody denies this!!!" So the next morning when I woke up to a wet sandwich in my purse (apparently my friend tried to take both her sandwich and drink togo as I was kindly being “escorted” out) I decided my next venture in life would be to test the waters of the dating world.. And by testing the waters I mean, I have seriously jumped all the way in several times since that moment of glory.These past 8 months have been a roller coaster of absolute hilarity. The things I have encountered along this journey could not even be dreamt up. Ditching dates, POF disasters, one night stands, my barback, a broken neck, a Frat boy, road trips, a black BMX rider, a Supercross Rider, his bestfriend, etc, etc etc…
So at the moment I am currently not doing so well in the dating department! I royally screwed things up with a really great guy all because of drunk texting… Hey, what can I say, I like to party. This guy is not only totally hot, he has a really successful business that allows him pretty much all the freedoms of the world. Not to mention a super nice Corvette that I could definitely get used to being carted around in. I finally find someone whose lack of schedule happens to work perfectly with my crazy schedule and I manage to F it up. Here’s the convo that did it in:
Me: Some ECard saying, I want to do boring things with you.
Me: Ugg….
Him: Ugg?
Me: What I meant is that I don’t want to be out doing random things. I want to be with you.
Him: Awww you still sicky?
Me: Still sicky but out because I can’t bet
Him: Can’t bet?
Me: I wasn’t done but accidentally sent that.
Me: I’m out because I can’t be stuck inside anymore.
Me: I sent that because I wanted to tell you I like you and I want to stay in and hang with U
Me: I love how u don’t respond when I say something serious. After all this time I’m telling you I like u and I don’t want any games.
Me: Do what u want… I won’t worry.
Him: Hah sounded like you were out having a good time. What do you want me to say?
Me: I am out. But I told you my days off and I was hoping you would want to do something together.
Him: Thought you said you were sick… Then you said you’re out now. So yea was confused
Me: Clearly you wanted to always hang out for the chase. I want you and only you and you were only in it for the chase. I feel. I don’t know. All I know is I have feelings invested and I hope you do too.
Him: Ha now you want me? You were distant for a long time. What changed?
Me: I want to go have fun with you and your friends. I want u to come out with my friends and I
Me: Nothing changed I just stopped being a dummy
Him: Why were you a dummy before?
Me: Because I liked u and was not too sure because I don’t normally like anyone so I was f’d up
Me: I’m over being out without someone I care about!!!
Me: I’m the oldest person at the bar I’m at and I would trade it for a night in bed with you
Me: F u no response to me
Him: Didn’t know you were waiting for one… Well that’s sweet. Good night.
Me: Sweet! All I have been waiting for is for you to say that u want to see me. Come get me!!!!
Him: Wow
Me: Wow nothing. I want to see you!!!
Me: Listen, I like you so much and it sucks because I feel like you don’t like me the same.
Next morning:
Me: OMG… I am so sorry I’m a crazy person. I need a breathalyzer installed on my phone. I don’t even want to reread these.
Him: Hope you read through all those texts so you know how crazy you are
Me: I did
Me: That’s a little mean
Him: When you said “f u”? Yea it was..
So I guess that’s how the cookie is crumbling… I wrote on Facebook 2 days later in hopes he would read that I have now installed a new app that prevents me from drunk dialing. This app is genius, before you go out you can hide selected contacts from yourself for a certain period of time. I have yet to go out since I installed this app but I’m thinking my dating life can only yield vast improvements from this restriction.
One thing you all will learn about me is I always have at least 3-4 guys on deck, in case things with the current boy don’t work out. I have mastered the art of faking a crazy busy schedule and blowing guys off, just enough so they will still want to hang out when I ready to bring them up to bat. (Sorry for all the baseball puns, I’m also a cleat chaser) Don’t mistake this blow off practice for me taking full advantage of guys; I do it to protect myself from dwelling to hard when things go south.
With that little disclaimer being thrown out there, I have plans on Friday with a really hot blonde from Santa Monica who has Clippers season tickets. Score! He’s someone I came across on POF about 4 months ago but never actually met. After I f’d things up with that last guy I sent a random, “Hey! How are things? My schedule has finally cleared up a bit.” When I apologized for not talking for awhile he responded, “As long as we are talking now I don’t care.” I wish things could always be so easy. We have dinner plans Friday night but I’m thinking doing a group bar hopping night will be much more enjoyable. Possibly a recipe for disaster for a first date… Stay tuned.
