When did life get so complicated?

Weekend recap:

Thursday
Drove home after work, visited with Fuzz, Aunt Amy, and Uncle Kev. Fuzz is seriously an 80 year old man trapped in a 4 1/2 year old body. Some quotes of the day include:
"Uhhh Kissy if you like I have a large collection of Thomas and Backyardigans movies we could watch"
Then while playing doctor he yelled at me and said "If you don't stop moving you're not going to get stickers or a lollipop"
He also made me a pink pocketbook out of construction paper, string, and tape. Can you even stand it?

I took Ed out to celebratory/goodbye dinner at a yummy Italian restaurant. It was bittersweet, and our waitress was all up in our grill throughout the night, I think she foolishly thought Ed played for her team.

Friday
Had 2 doctor appts that went well, then hit the road for Syracuse. Words of wisdom: Pee before entering the state of PA on roadtrips. They don't believe in rest stops and when you get off at towns that have stores listed, they don't really exist so save yourself off-roading and adding 45 minutes of your trip and hold it or pee on the side of the road.

We had a lovely time catching up, drinking delightful blueberry wine, and playing with her awesomely agile and cuddly kitty Franky Baxter

He and I even slept together, but he's a hussy and went back and forth b/w Jenn and my bed all night. There was a crazy party being thrown by Jenn's neighbors so that led to a night of poor sleep.


Saturday
Sean and Mook came to visit and we all went for a tasty brunch at a local diner. I miss them.


Afterwards, Jenn and I hit the road for Oneonta. I stopped at Mackey and Cait's first, went over to Megan and Taryn's for dinner, plans then changed and Yonkahs, Dorak, me, Cleary, Jess, Rachel, and Cait all went out to dinner instead which was quite an ordeal to find a place that wasn't packed. During our failed adventures while attempting to frequent the Italian Kitchen I slipped on ice and my arms flailed out to balance myself and I ended up cold clocking Yonkahs in the nose. I felt horrible but it was hilariously funny and brought us much entertainment for the remainder of the night. Silly Cait kept forgetting we weren't the only ones at Corfu and got louder than I do when I'm excited multiple times throughout dinner whilst talking about inappropriate/embarrassing things such as being on EHarmony. It was a grand old time haha. After dinner Megan and I went back to her place and had a small gathering which included Tooker, Dean, Eddie, Carolyn, Jen G, Ashley, Lisa, and Taryn. The dynamic between Tooker, Lisa and Ashley was priceless as his commentary on their behavior was what everyone in the room was thinking but only he had the balls to say. Glorious. The other highlight of the party was when Cleary taught us the "Paper Planes" dance


Around 11 Tooker drove me and Dorak down to the bars so I could meet up with Joe who was in town for the weekend, Jenn, Cait, Yonkahs, Mackey, etc. Overall it was a grand old time though I barely spoke with Joe because his girlfriend was with him so he was distracted. Yonkahs and I recreated the assault that occurred earlier:

Megan left in a hurry later that night so when I chased after her so she didn't walk alone I left my coat behind which had my entire life in it (id, keys, cell, camera {I thought, apparently Mackey had this}, and fell asleep before remembering to use Megan's phone to tell one of our friends still at the bar to grab it. Other fav pics of the night:




Sunday
So 7am I wake up sitting upright in Megan's chair in her room and go into panic mode. I attempt to use her touch phone to text our friends and inquire about the whereabouts of my life which was a laughable experience, and called the Ost every hour on the hour to see if they were open. 10am was the winner and they had my life so I hurried down and retrieved it. While walking back I was at the crosswalk by Mama Nina's when I realized the man in the Ford Taurus turning onto Main St was none other than Mark, the singing "homeless" Main St. guitar man, an Oneonta staple. I was baffled and in disbelief and couldn't believe no one else was around to experience that with me. Then I retrieved my camera, had a lovely pancake brunch and visit with the Ultimates who had nothing but joy to share with me which was much needed as Dan got into vet school in OHIO!!!! So they'll be moving there in July! IT'S ALL HAPPENING!

I then made the drive back to CT, my roomie cooked us a fabulous dinner of Cabbage and Beans (super spicy and tasty), and I met one of her friends who has cousins from the same town as my cousins on LI, was born on Friday the 13th, drives an ice cream truck (childhood dream of mine), and dad likes the ganja like mine. Crazy life. haha.

Overall this weekend just very emotional. Life used to be so much less complicated. So many of my friends don't get along now and it's becoming increasingly difficult to manage that and balance seeing everyone, minimizing drama, etc. etc. I'm over it and wish we could go back to simpler days. Mary Falzo put a positive spin on this by comforting me with saying "If your biggest problem is that you have SOO many friends it's hard to balance seeing all of them, life could be alot worse". That Mary, she's a smart cookie and I suppose she's right but it didn't make all the drama and awkwardness this weekend any easier


Okay, I'm shot and still have to quickly finish unpacking and go to bed. I have a ton of shit to do this week (socially and academically) so I need a quasidecent nights sleep to kickstart it.

Smile like you mean it.

ps My roommmate discovered an odd blunder tonight. On the bottom of Forever 21 bags it says "John 3:16" which is a quote from the Gospel. She took the words right out of my mouth by responding to this with "When I walk in that store I think whory not holy"

Chew on it. It's delicious

pps So the icing on the cake of high school facebook friend request influx I've been receiving, many of which immediately asked about my dad which was an awkward convo, one of my best friends from when I was in my "bad phase" called my cell while I was driving to Cuse. I recognized the number and knew it was one of my old friends so I screened the call. She apparently ran into my dad at AutoZone and he gave her my number and said how good I'm doing (bahah I love that he pretends like he knows, I wonder what else he tells people about me) and how she missed me and is so proud and thinks about me all the time, and hopes I'll get to meet up with her one day and meet her 3 year old. Life is crazy, I haven't spoken to her since I was probably 18 as she suffers from bipolar disorder and the friendship was no longer a healthy one for me to be a part of. I'll probably give her a call this weekend. Should be interesting