Thursday, January 29, 2004
Ok,..this blog is officially,...dead.
The real new blog is http://www.rmfo-blogs.com/chris (thanks, Geof!)_
Peace out,
Chris
The real new blog is http://www.rmfo-blogs.com/chris (thanks, Geof!)_
Peace out,
Chris
Saturday, January 24, 2004
Last night rocked my face off. We went and ate at the Cafe' Margeaux, and had the most excellent service. Then, we went to the Mardi Gras Gala, and found out, hey, it's a 'black' krewe. Not that it bothers me in the least, I just wasn't expecting it, and Chelsea certainly wasn't either. We had fun though. We met my parents there, and watched everyone else get down to the groovy sounds of this band that was playing. Finally, after about an hour and a half, we decided to make our escape. We went back to my apartment, changed into normal clothes, and went to the little bistro downtown. We saw some friends there and talked to them for a while, catching up on past news and such. Finally, it came time for me to take her home, and so I did. We sat in front of her house for 15-20 mintues or so and just talked about nothing. It was great. Then she started to get out, and I kinda stopped her, and then she basically attacked me. We made out for several minutes, and finally I'm like "Ok,...you need to go. You're going to make me want to stay here all night." So, she did, finally.
"The bear's got his claws back" - Swingers
"The bear's got his claws back" - Swingers
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
I can't wait till Friday. I'm like a kid waiting for Christmas. It's killing me.
"What is so special about Friday?" one might ask. Well, I shall tell you. We are going on what I would call a "first date." Janie (a fake name) and I, that is. It's a Mardi Gras gala, and my parents are going to be there (no pressure,..eh?). For those of you that don't know, a Mardi Gras Gala in Louisiana is basically a grown-up prom times 10. Entire companies have been made and broken at these events. It's where the who's who and big money are out socialiting with each other, and a good time for younger people (like myself) to make friends and aquaintences with these types. Now, normally I don't seek out these types of people as friends, but it helps to befriend them in cases where you could help each other out. Ok, back to what I was talking about.....
Janie and I are going to go out to eat at this great French restaurant called Cafe' Margeaux. It's a quiet little place where you could sit for hours and just conversate. The wait staff there is perhaps the most highly trained in this part of the state. They practice by traditional formal-French style, which to me, there would be no other way. Next, we will be decending upon the Mardi Gras Gala, and hopefully, my parents will be well-behaved and not make a fool out of me. Or themselves, come to think of it. They should be ok, and if they aren't, I'll pretend like I don't know them. :-) Just kidding,...really.
Maybe afterwards,..if we aren't too tired,..I thought about going to Barallo's. It's an amazing little bistro downtown, and when you walk in, You just think 'Godfather'. They could have ripped it straight of a Coppolla film. In fact, they even serve his wine there. It's also another great place if you want to just sit and talk, or go into the other end and watch the game if there's a big one on.
I figure,..if we get that far, we'll be pretty tired. I have no plans after that, and if we aren't, well......who knows? :-)
That's all for now.
"What is so special about Friday?" one might ask. Well, I shall tell you. We are going on what I would call a "first date." Janie (a fake name) and I, that is. It's a Mardi Gras gala, and my parents are going to be there (no pressure,..eh?). For those of you that don't know, a Mardi Gras Gala in Louisiana is basically a grown-up prom times 10. Entire companies have been made and broken at these events. It's where the who's who and big money are out socialiting with each other, and a good time for younger people (like myself) to make friends and aquaintences with these types. Now, normally I don't seek out these types of people as friends, but it helps to befriend them in cases where you could help each other out. Ok, back to what I was talking about.....
Janie and I are going to go out to eat at this great French restaurant called Cafe' Margeaux. It's a quiet little place where you could sit for hours and just conversate. The wait staff there is perhaps the most highly trained in this part of the state. They practice by traditional formal-French style, which to me, there would be no other way. Next, we will be decending upon the Mardi Gras Gala, and hopefully, my parents will be well-behaved and not make a fool out of me. Or themselves, come to think of it. They should be ok, and if they aren't, I'll pretend like I don't know them. :-) Just kidding,...really.
Maybe afterwards,..if we aren't too tired,..I thought about going to Barallo's. It's an amazing little bistro downtown, and when you walk in, You just think 'Godfather'. They could have ripped it straight of a Coppolla film. In fact, they even serve his wine there. It's also another great place if you want to just sit and talk, or go into the other end and watch the game if there's a big one on.
I figure,..if we get that far, we'll be pretty tired. I have no plans after that, and if we aren't, well......who knows? :-)
That's all for now.
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Wow.
Things are unexpectandly,.....well,....great. Why? How? When?
I don't know. I just woke up one day, and *poof*, my life was not so bad. Things work-wise are looking up. I haven't felt an urge to act out any scenes from Office Space lately, and to add to that, I (and I'm trying NOT to jinx this) have a slight feeling that there's a little heat between me and another person there. A good heat, that is. With a female. She seems to be a genuinely caring person. We both laugh at each other's stupid jokes, and we are each as goofy and dorky as the other one. But she's not niave; she's very intelligent. She's also been practically raising her twin sister's children (with the help of her other sister), and that to me is awesome. The fact that she practically is giving up her social life to take her sister's place as a mother to two children is something that I don't think I could do. I hope I have enough patience to raise only ONE kid (not anytime soon though!).
Well,...I'm shutting up now.
Things are unexpectandly,.....well,....great. Why? How? When?
I don't know. I just woke up one day, and *poof*, my life was not so bad. Things work-wise are looking up. I haven't felt an urge to act out any scenes from Office Space lately, and to add to that, I (and I'm trying NOT to jinx this) have a slight feeling that there's a little heat between me and another person there. A good heat, that is. With a female. She seems to be a genuinely caring person. We both laugh at each other's stupid jokes, and we are each as goofy and dorky as the other one. But she's not niave; she's very intelligent. She's also been practically raising her twin sister's children (with the help of her other sister), and that to me is awesome. The fact that she practically is giving up her social life to take her sister's place as a mother to two children is something that I don't think I could do. I hope I have enough patience to raise only ONE kid (not anytime soon though!).
Well,...I'm shutting up now.
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
Wow.
The dumb-assedness demons seem to like hanging around me lately. Now that I know the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth (so help me God), I have to say that recent events are beginning to make much more sense to me now. I just am wondering why I wasn't told sooner. Would've saved me alot of time and effort, and a heck of alot of confusion on my part. I love my peoples, but sheesh,...let a brotha in on a secret every once in a while.
That being said, I recieved an happily unexpected phone call today from Jaime, Ms. Dropped-Off-The-Face-Of-The-Earth herself. I almost let out a little pee when I saw who it was on my Caller ID. See, the story goes like this: Jaime and I are a couple of years apart, she being older. We never really hung out much growing up, but our families churched together basically all of our lives. So we were no strangers to each other,....just not what i'd call very close. Eventually, she figured out she could sing pretty darn well, and I figured out that if I held my hand real funny, I could bang on a guitar and something remotely resembling music would come out. Someone (and we won't name names) suggested that well pool our efforts and work out some songs. We did, and it was fun. We eventually started hanging out doing other non-music related things, which was fun also. We both like to talk about ourselves, and (I think) we both enjoy listening to the other rave about something trite and meaningless (or in some cases, important stuff). As much as *I* won't admit it, she is probably one of the very, very, very few female friends that I really never thought about being "attracted" to in that way.
Anyhow, the last time we had hung out, we went bowling with some of my work peoples, and then back to the apartment. The whole time we were out, I could tell something was going on inside that head of hers. Finally, i cam out and asked her what was up. This guy she'd been 'talking' to suddenly stopped calling, issues at work, just basically life in general. I offered some comforting words (so I thought) and then best decided that she probably needed just to be alone to think out things and such. So moments later, she leaves and heads back home.
Some time later (days or so) I call just to check up and make sure she's doing ok. No answer. Hmm. She lives out in the boonies, and reception is an issue, so I leave a message and write it off at that.
Lather, rinse, repeat roughly 5-8 times over a period of two months or so. Bumping into the mother at the local Wal-Mart adds in a "I haven't really got to talk to her much the past couple of weeks."
Self begins to be slightly worried. I say, "Self, you retard, what did you say to get her THAT hacked off? Boy, you really screwed THIS one up!" I hit Self repeatedly with a trout (in loving discipline, of course).
Time rocks on, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years. Most of which were uneventful, but entertaining considering how events unfolded.
Flash forward to today.
Phone rings and vibrates. I dig and dig, and manage to fling it across my car. I pick it up and see "Jaime Johnson" on the Caller ID. I say to Self, "This is about to get interesting."
Self flips me the bird and kicks me in the shin. I handcuff him to the bumper of a Greyhound. That'll learn him.
Apparently, the events that we talked about when we last hung out were basically pushing her to the breaking point. She needed time, space, and a brief retreat to hermitism to breathe some peace into her life. She told me that I wasn't alone; the only persons she talked to during this whole time were family, co-workers and God, and basically took part in no extra-curricular activities, period. She went on to say that she quit her job yesterday, the one that she hated so very much all because of a uncaring, inhumane boss. I couldn't blame her one bit. She told me that today is the first day in a very long time that she's felt any peace about her life. I could offer no other words than "I'm so happy for you, Jaime. I really am. I know that things will work out for you."
I've been walking on air the rest of today. Someone this real to me going through this kind of tought time, and coming out on the other side is so inspring to me, I can't even put it into words. Who am I to complain about my inconvieniances when someone going through that sort of trouble has none? Looking back over what I've typed, I almost cried because of my own selfishness and ignorance I've exhibited in MUCH less trying situations.
I beat Self senseless with another trout. He deserves it, the bastard.
The dumb-assedness demons seem to like hanging around me lately. Now that I know the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth (so help me God), I have to say that recent events are beginning to make much more sense to me now. I just am wondering why I wasn't told sooner. Would've saved me alot of time and effort, and a heck of alot of confusion on my part. I love my peoples, but sheesh,...let a brotha in on a secret every once in a while.
That being said, I recieved an happily unexpected phone call today from Jaime, Ms. Dropped-Off-The-Face-Of-The-Earth herself. I almost let out a little pee when I saw who it was on my Caller ID. See, the story goes like this: Jaime and I are a couple of years apart, she being older. We never really hung out much growing up, but our families churched together basically all of our lives. So we were no strangers to each other,....just not what i'd call very close. Eventually, she figured out she could sing pretty darn well, and I figured out that if I held my hand real funny, I could bang on a guitar and something remotely resembling music would come out. Someone (and we won't name names) suggested that well pool our efforts and work out some songs. We did, and it was fun. We eventually started hanging out doing other non-music related things, which was fun also. We both like to talk about ourselves, and (I think) we both enjoy listening to the other rave about something trite and meaningless (or in some cases, important stuff). As much as *I* won't admit it, she is probably one of the very, very, very few female friends that I really never thought about being "attracted" to in that way.
Anyhow, the last time we had hung out, we went bowling with some of my work peoples, and then back to the apartment. The whole time we were out, I could tell something was going on inside that head of hers. Finally, i cam out and asked her what was up. This guy she'd been 'talking' to suddenly stopped calling, issues at work, just basically life in general. I offered some comforting words (so I thought) and then best decided that she probably needed just to be alone to think out things and such. So moments later, she leaves and heads back home.
Some time later (days or so) I call just to check up and make sure she's doing ok. No answer. Hmm. She lives out in the boonies, and reception is an issue, so I leave a message and write it off at that.
Lather, rinse, repeat roughly 5-8 times over a period of two months or so. Bumping into the mother at the local Wal-Mart adds in a "I haven't really got to talk to her much the past couple of weeks."
Self begins to be slightly worried. I say, "Self, you retard, what did you say to get her THAT hacked off? Boy, you really screwed THIS one up!" I hit Self repeatedly with a trout (in loving discipline, of course).
Time rocks on, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years. Most of which were uneventful, but entertaining considering how events unfolded.
Flash forward to today.
Phone rings and vibrates. I dig and dig, and manage to fling it across my car. I pick it up and see "Jaime Johnson" on the Caller ID. I say to Self, "This is about to get interesting."
Self flips me the bird and kicks me in the shin. I handcuff him to the bumper of a Greyhound. That'll learn him.
Apparently, the events that we talked about when we last hung out were basically pushing her to the breaking point. She needed time, space, and a brief retreat to hermitism to breathe some peace into her life. She told me that I wasn't alone; the only persons she talked to during this whole time were family, co-workers and God, and basically took part in no extra-curricular activities, period. She went on to say that she quit her job yesterday, the one that she hated so very much all because of a uncaring, inhumane boss. I couldn't blame her one bit. She told me that today is the first day in a very long time that she's felt any peace about her life. I could offer no other words than "I'm so happy for you, Jaime. I really am. I know that things will work out for you."
I've been walking on air the rest of today. Someone this real to me going through this kind of tought time, and coming out on the other side is so inspring to me, I can't even put it into words. Who am I to complain about my inconvieniances when someone going through that sort of trouble has none? Looking back over what I've typed, I almost cried because of my own selfishness and ignorance I've exhibited in MUCH less trying situations.
I beat Self senseless with another trout. He deserves it, the bastard.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
I'm so...disappointed.
Yes,...that's the best word I can think of.
All that work for someone else's benefit.
Guess she's right....she can't change.
Yes,...that's the best word I can think of.
All that work for someone else's benefit.
Guess she's right....she can't change.
Thursday, December 25, 2003
*sigh*
It's Christmas Day night, and here I am, spending it alone.
Why?
I wish I knew. I was sorta glad to get away from the parents' house (not that I hate them or anything, but I can only handle them in small amounts). But, now, I am just bored and lonely. It feels like one of those nights were you want to get some wine and a sad movie and watch it and then cry yourself to sleep. Ok, so that sounded girly. Big frickin' deal. I guess that comes with the territory, you know, being single and whatnot. I REALLY want to call her up and talk, but I'm trying to play the cool card, and not appear to be...clingy (?). How can she have this strange power over me? I don't want her to, but she just does.
How do I break the spell?
It's Christmas Day night, and here I am, spending it alone.
Why?
I wish I knew. I was sorta glad to get away from the parents' house (not that I hate them or anything, but I can only handle them in small amounts). But, now, I am just bored and lonely. It feels like one of those nights were you want to get some wine and a sad movie and watch it and then cry yourself to sleep. Ok, so that sounded girly. Big frickin' deal. I guess that comes with the territory, you know, being single and whatnot. I REALLY want to call her up and talk, but I'm trying to play the cool card, and not appear to be...clingy (?). How can she have this strange power over me? I don't want her to, but she just does.
How do I break the spell?
