Dating

Cali diary (more LA)

Hannah was quite relieved to be in the company of girls (me and Kate) because she had been staying with Nick and his friends and, well, sometimes you just need a break from the boys. We went through the same getting ready routine again, trying on everything in our suitcases and beating ourselves up for how fat, pale, and old we are. (Haha- does anyone else go through this?) Again, nothing a little vodka and spray tan can’t fix.

We chugged some 5 hour energy (again, we are old) and headed out to Rockin’ Thai for dinner. Another friend of mine, LA Boy, met us at dinner. Le sigh. LA Boy is one of those guys who is confident and charming and makes you giggle like a little girl when he’s around. I met him 2 years ago and he still pops up in my mind every now and then.

After dinner we actually went back to the same club, My House, because we didn’t want to drink and drive. The doorman does this thing where he makes you wait outside the door and then he opens it in this grand gesture and says, “Welcome to My House!” as if he was a butler to a castle. Hannah was quite excited but Kate and I were like, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just open the damn door.” We had a great night, drinking and dancing, and no one was assaulted on the dance floor. Strength in numbers. Or maybe you just need one 6’3 black man standing with you. Ha.

Kate had to work again in the morning so we had said we would keep the night low-key. You should know from my past blogs that whenever I say I’m having a low-key night it is always anything but. But I tried to keep my promise of not being a bad influence. I left for another party and kissed Kate and Hannah good-bye as they were going back to the hotel.

I returned to The Inn early in the morning and only found Kate sleeping in her bed. She had 2 more hours to sleep so she mumbled something about how she’ll talk to me when she wakes up. I went back to sleep as well. I woke up around 9AM because my mom was calling. She and her friends were picking me and Hannah up to drive to San Francisco at 10AM. I hit “ignore”. UM. I turned over to Kate. Where’s Hannah? Kate said, well, they ended up going to another party afterwards but then Kate had to leave and she asked for Hannah’s number but Hannah didn’t have a phone so she left her. UM. My mom was gonna be there in an hour. The following 2 hours was like something out of The Hangover. Kate and I tried to piece together the events of the night before to figure out where she could be. Kate had to leave soon for work and my mom sure as hell was not going to wait around. We had no idea what to do with her bag. Do we leave her? Take her bag? She’d have nothing to wear but her LBD. I kept ignoring my mom’s calls. It was the funniest 2 hours ever. We were concerned. A little. But we couldn’t stop laughing. The night before the club was playing the Sugar Hill Gang song and we were all jokingly singing, “hotel, motel, Quality Inn,” and Hannah had said, “Oh my God, this whole time I was singing Comfort Inn!” I shook my head at her saying the syllables don’t even fit! I thought, surely from this funny mistake she would remember the name of our hotel. It turns out, she didn’t. She was looking for us at the Comfort Inn.

We eventually found her and I blamed our lateness to meet my mom on finding a taxi (she felt terrible for not picking us up), the taxi guy getting lost (he was offended that we blamed him), and the ever so trusty, LA traffic. Everyone understands when you say, “LA traffic.”

Author name:: Nina

happy easter!

It’s another gorgeous sunny day here in NYC. I made a yummy pancake breakfast with strawberries and blueberries to start my day off. I’m going to go for a bike ride to clear my head a little and then come home and eat chocolate bunnies in bed.

Hope you have a Happy Easter!

Author name:: Nina

hot tub time machine

I had a really strange day. I was up at 7:30 AM which was the first sign that today was not going to be normal. I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. I feel like my Six Word Memoir should be called “Unemployed, depressed, and lives with roaches.” Or it can sometimes be called “Unemployed, depressed, and never misses Oprah.” Sigh. Such is my life.

I had a second meeting with NBC today. It was really fun and interesting and I thought it went really well. I guess all I do now is wait.

I stopped home and then rushed off to meet The Boy and his friends for gyros and then a movie. We went to see Hot Tub Time Machine. I hadn’t seen any previews and skimmed over a review that I couldn’t remember whether it was a good review or a bad one and so I had no idea what I was getting into. The Boy was extremely excited and quoting the movie with his friends from the previews. It was a retardedly good laugh. There was this one scene when a character says he’d text a girl and she was like “what is that” (because it was the 80′s) and he was like “well how would I get in touch with you” and she was like “you find me” and he was like “wow, that sounds exhausting.” It made me chuckle because technology has really changed us to the point that we can’t comprehend how to communicate without it.

After the movie The Boy drove me home and I was a bit confused and disappointed because I had assumed I was staying over with him. I guess we’re still at the stage where nothing can be assumed. I get frustrated with him because sometimes I would be floating on clouds smitten over him and he would come and kick that cloud out from under me. He’s not ready for a relationship since he had just gotten out of one so whenever we seem to be moving too fast he puts a stop to it. But when it comes down to it I don’t know if I’m ready for one either which makes me enjoy my time with him because I know the boyfriend-girlfriend talk wouldn’t come for a long time.

When I got home I noticed I had a missed call from an unlisted number and when I listened to the voicemail it was S from London. S, to bring you up to date, is someone I was extremely crazy about but he lives in London and I live in New York and if he doesn’t move here or doesn’t invite me to move there then we really can’t have a relationship. I kept the attitude of “if it’s meant to be it will be” with him and continued living my life, knowing how I feel about him, and hoped that our paths would merge eventually. I didn’t want to forget him but I didn’t want to be holding on to something that didn’t exist either so I tried not to think about him. But he calls a few times every month and hearing his beautiful voice drives me to think about white dresses and babies all over again. Gah. Sometimes I wish there was someone with the Master List who could tell you all of the choices you should make in life. Wouldn’t that be easier?

I need a glass of wine and maybe a soak in a hot tub time machine. I would prefer to go into the future though. Fast forward past all of these uncertain times to where I am employed and happily settled into a cozy home with the man I’m supposed to be with.

(me and my girls in the hot tub in Vermont)

Author name:: Nina

still in…

So our plan last night didn’t exactly work. Our friends finally know that we’ve hung out but I think they’re still not catching on and I really don’t want to spell it out. At least I did get a lovely date night out of it. The Boy and had some drinks and then went out for Greek, which our neighborhood of Astoria is known for. We both had lamb gyros (delicious!) and I had an order of grilled octopus (A-mazing!) to myself since The Boy doesn’t eat seafood (I know, this may pose a problem). At least he’s a carnivore or else it would be over. I ate so much that I was quickly slipping into a food coma at the table so he drove me home. It was a great…um… “first” date.

(Image via Melissa)

Author name:: Nina

coming out

We interrupt the regularly scheduled Utah Updates to bring you the news that The Boy and I are “coming out” tonight. You see, we met about 2 months ago through a mutual friend. We began seeing each other shortly after and dug ourselves into a little secret hole. Before our first date, neither of us mentioned it to our friends. We felt like if we said, “Hey, we have something to tell you…” it seemed like some sort of admission of guilt. But if we didn’t say anything then we were clearly sneaking around. After the first few dates we debated how to handle telling everyone. We didn’t want to say something too soon just in case it turned out to be nothing. But then we kept waiting and now it’s 2 months later. At first we felt really guilty. Our friends would say what are you up to and we would both lie. But then it became a funny inside joke. We would laugh about all the ridiculous possible ways we would tell them. Now, it’s still funny, but we’d kinda would like to be able to see in other in public, not that snuggling and watching movies on the couch isn’t fun.

So tonight we’re gonna break it to them slowly by saying we “bumped into each other” on the subway and decided to go for a drink. This all probably sounds a bit ridiculous. I mean, why would our friends even care that we’re seeing each other? I guess we’ve just waited too long and they might find it weird since they probably can’t see us together. Anyway, moral of the story…While secrets can be fun and send you into giggle fits, telling the truth, more often, is probably a better idea…

Author name:: Nina