My Fabulous Weekend

Well, I had a really wonderful weekend, starting with Thanksgiving (which I already wrote about). On Friday was Chuy’s birthday at Club 22. First of all, the drive over there was awfully scary. It was pouring down on us so hard that we were driving at about 40 mph on the freeway. The windshield wipers could not keep up with the pouring rain. It wasn’t only hard, but the drops were huge. Juan says the van skidded a couple of times but thankfully, I didn’t notice it. All the cars drove with their emergency lights on. It was a very stressful drive, but thankfully, we got there A-ok (and more importantly, so did everyone else).

Going back a little, I had called up Moreno a couple of times to ask him if he wanted to come along so that we could go pick him up. He didn’t answer so I left a couple of messages. Alex (amontoya) calls me to tell me that he isn’t coming because he feels bad asking for a ride. She had talked to him not that long ago. So here I go calling him again and leaving a message. Nothing. The damn bastard seems to be avoiding me. Now, I say damn bastard in the most lighthearted way, but still, it really upsets me that one day I am talking about how great it is to see him again and talking about how bad he has made me feel, and now he does this. I mean, there is totally the possibility that he just didn’t hear the phone the times I called and that he sucks at checking his voicemail, but there has already been a precedent set, and it isn’t in his favor. What upsets me the most is that Alex managed to talk to him. What can I say, things like that make me jealous. I can be a jealous whiney bitch sometimes. (wow, some serious venting here, and it will continue, just you watch). I dunno, I guess Moreno is not the type of person that anyone can count on, and he seems to like it that way, so I won’t even bother trying to change that. It just hurts that I care for him so much but what he does doesn’t seem to reciprocate that. Moving on. . . .

So we got to Club 22 and the place was already starting to pick up. It’s a nice little spot with a very clean and nice looking set up. Alex had reserved a table for us and we sat there. We really didn’t talk much to her, she had a lot of mingling to do. Basically, the only times we saw her was when she came back with another drink. (Alex, are you sure you want to read on?). Anyway, thing is, before-hand, she had asked me, practically begged me to keep on eye on her and make sure that she didn’t drink too much. She didn’t want to get drunk. So I told her the usual go-on-a-full-stomach thing and to drink lot’s of water. So she seems to be doing ok, despite the fact that she’s already had several drinks (how many majorxero?) and all I ask her to do is to drink water. I don’t even tell her not to drink anything, just make sure you drink a glass of water. I was trying to get her to drink one glass of water after every drink. That way she would have to wash out her system a lot more often and she wouldn’t have so much alcohol in her body. Instead, what ends up happening, is that she gets a glass of water, she doesn’t want to drink it, then I convince her to do so, and I turn around for a minute. I look back and she has another drink and the glass of water is nowhere to be seen. I ask her where it’s at, and she points at someone down the table. So I tell her to get the glass and drink the water and she whines like a little kid. I have to watch her drink it down like I used to watch Xaviera drinking down her medicine when she was a little kid. By this time, the boys are teasing her for all the drinks she’s had and I am just sitting there trying to make sure that she doesn’t make a fool of herself and conclude that she is still doing ok. Then she goes off and asks the bar tender not once, but twice, to make her the strongest drinks they have because she isn’t even feeling a buzz. Forget the water, I couldn’t get her to drink any more of it. Later, towards the end, Chuy puts a U2 song on and does this loverly dedication to Alex while she is talking to Juan. All of us, Juan included, where trying to get her to stop talking and to pay attention to her man that just spilled his guts out on the mike – she totally missed it. Later that night when we went to none other than Denny’s, she was so gone that she kept zoning out at the table and almost falling asleept. She was also cracking up a lot too though. Yeah, when she wasn’t cracking up, she had her head on the table, or she was in the restroom. When we left, Alex thanked me for trying to take care of her and the water thing. By this time, I had already told Juan I was never doing it again, so I found this the perfect opportunity to tell her that I never wanted to babysit her drinking again. I could have been a real bitch and laid down the law at the club, but then I would have become even more of the bitch that I am percieved as by la chusma. OK, not a bitch, I can hear people say now, but definately the strict one or whatever. I get enough of that at home, I don’t want to go overboard with my friends. So yeah, instead, I basically decided that you will be on your own Alex. You are impossible when you are drinking. The fact that she couldn’t remember a lot of stuff the next day seriously drove the point home to her. I don’t know about this “I am never gonna drink again” thing. I don’t think it’s a very realistic approach. Just don’t get plastered if you know you are gonna regret it later.

OK, well, didn’t I say that I had a wonderful weekend? Where did it go?? Well, in all honesty, I had a great time dancing with Juan. We didn’t dance as much as he’d like to, but we did dance some. It was fun stuff. He’s eased up on me and my dancing which has really let me relax and have more fun on the dance floor. He can be a very demanding dance partner! But anyway, we danced and had lot’s of fun. We ended up getting to my house at about 4 am – for reals. Juan stayed on the couch expecting to take a nap for an hour and go home. Well, he ended up leaving at about 7:30am when my dad and Xaviera and stuff where starting to wake up and walk around and stuff. My dad said that he tried to wake me up at about 6am like three times so that I could wake up Juan. I seriously don’t remember that, so I must’ve been really tired. I woke up and he was already gone. Saturday was a full day of x-mas’ing the house. It looks so nice and warm and x-massy now – I love it!.

On Sunday, Juan and I went x-mas shopping. We went to Lakewood Mall and shopped for our sisters and parents and even tried to buy stuff for our secret santa recipients. We didn’t buy everyone’s presents like we wanted, so the shopping will continue perhaps next weekend. After that, we went to Edward’s over at El Paseo and watched Die Another Day. Oh my god, it was so cheesy, but cheesy in a way that only a Bond film can be. It was good, I don’t regret watching it at all. Best part though, we ate 3 yummy pickles. They were really good, I don’t think I ever enjoyed a pickle as much as I did those. They were really really yummy.

Then instead of going out for dinner, we went straight home to my house to help kaptainsnot do her geometry homework. We were hoping that it wouldn’t take long and that we would be able to grab a bite to eat after. Nope, took forever, and had no dinner. We weren’t really hungry anyway, but it wasn’t the way we planned on finishing off such a wonderful day. Oh well. I keep trying to make he do her homework earlier, but I can never manage. We’ll see today.

And that just about does it for now.