Friday, Feb. 11, 2005 - 12:05 a.m.
Tuesday morning greeted me with a soft kiss and a Happy Birthday whisper. So this is what 25 looks like. Not at all impressed, no biggie. I couldn't help smiling though.
The bosses took me out for lunch and it was the worst service ever. I don't know what was worse, that I knew the waiter (we grew up together) or that he was high and in training (restaurant just opened up). He never brought my right order, and I waited soo long for it that I got full eating cheese sticks. When my boss asked him to bring the dessert with a candle so they can sing me Happy Birthday we figured, "How can he fuck this up?"
He did. No candle, no song and worst of all the girl three tables down from me got four waiters/waitresses to sing her Happy Birthday. Funny thing was, I don't recall the last time my bosses and I were laughing so much, so hard. I kept on saying, "am I on a hidden camera show, because this shit can only happen on t.v."
The one good thing that came from that was my bosses only had to pay half the bill (the other part was complimentary) and their gift to me apart from lunch was a crisp $100 bill. SWEET!! My boss just said "For your tattoo fund". She's adorable.
My mom picked me up from work, my boss let me leave at 4:30pm, and when I walked down I saw my sister and the kids. That's all I wanted for my birthday, to spend it with the ones I truly loved.
We ended up in a park that my sister and I use to go to when we were kids and when my parents were still together. My sister made a homemade cake from dulce de leche, my favorite, and my mom brought food. The kids were having fun running around the park and chasing the ducks. It brought back so many good memories. I still have the weekend left, and my tattoo to get. This is going to be one long week/end.
My best friend passed by to give me my present, the new Ani Difranco c.d., and some money for my tattoo fund, but the best part of all was when SHE called. Actually, she texted me right before 10:00pm. I had just finished telling my best friend that I wanted to hear her tell me Happy Birthday.
Well, I got that from her and soo much more. Seems like as much as we try not to call each other and just want to give each other space we can't help but call just to say "I miss you, and I love you". She seems "okay" but not completely happy. Seems like soon she'll be living much closer to me, and that's going to be dangerous.
"I'm in an open relationship" she said.
"Girl couldn't keep your little escapades on check, huh?" I retorted.
She snickered. That's all that needed to be said. After the last few moans shuddered from our weak throats we told each other that something innane in us wants to be together, wants to spend time learning a little bit more.
Have you ever gotten smacked in the face by someone who's on the other end of the line (of the phone)? I did. Somewhere in our flirting and giggling and "uncomfortable" silence she told me I REJECTED her. Now how do you figure that one? I was crazy about this girl, and I still am. Some other girl got chosen over me and I rejected HER. Is she kidding me with this?
She's the second girl in my life that has told me that. Weird thing is the first one that told me that was the love of my life. What the hell kind of love am I giving them? I think I should slow things down so I don't come off as the "one night stand whore" and then I'm the one that REJECTS them. Can you tell I'm really bothered by this?
Women...
