Passenger Paranoia

My weekend was pretty uneventful, and filled with Ivy. Until last night, I hadn't seen my own bed since Wednesday. I think it's time I get a drawer so that I don't have to pack a "night bag" when I leave my house anymore.

Thursday I began my training for a pong tournament coming up in April. This will be my cousins 5th annual beer pong tournament, and last year I was the first one in the family to win it. This year I plan on being the first team to win the tourney twice. Now when I say training, I don't mean binge drinking like the movie Beer Fest. Training to me is perfecting my skill, because it's about hitting all the cups first and winning. Some people go for the drinking, but I'm competitive as hell and hate to lose in anything. So for the next 3 months I will be playing pong at least 3 times a week.

(Yes I know... I have amazing life priorities)

Friday Ivy and I watched a movie and then went home where her crazy neighbors fought till 4:30am. That couple is seriously crazy. They yell and scream at the top of their lungs all night, and I can totally hear stuff crashing and banging around. This has happened more than a handful of times, and next time I think I may call the cops. Someone needs to get a hold of this situation. But I'll let Ivy make that decision since I don't actually live there.



Saturday I realized why I prefer to drive everywhere no matter where I am going or who I'm with... I have a serious fear of riding with someone else.

I was sitting in the back of the car with one of Ivy's friends driving. I swear I didn't do any backseat driving, but the entire time we were driving I was critiquing everything she did. Tailgating. Changing lanes without blinkers. Braking too hard. Shifting too hard. Not knowing where the fuck she is driving!

Inside my own head I was going crazy. I started thinking about how I pretty much always drive when me and my friends go out. It's not because they tell me to, I guess I just feel like I'm the best driver out of all of us. (This is probably true) 

There really are only a handful of people I can ride with and feel safe. And these are people I have known for many years. To be honest, Ivy's driving scares me the most. At night anyway. She is a pretty good driver during the day, but she is night blind and doesn't wear glasses for it. So when the sun goes down, I become afraid for my life. She drives way too close to other cars, and since we sit so low I wonder how she is going to stop in time when she sees the person in front of us hit their brake. She also can't see curbs when turning, so we have totally run a few of those over.

 I am constantly asking her if she wants me to drive, even when it's her car. Or, i'll just buy her a few drinks before we leave somewhere and then i'll say, "I better drive".

Does that make me a jerk?

I'm not really sure what it is, but as I sit here writing this, I'm realizing that the friends I feel safe with, drive trucks or SUV's. Maybe I'm just scared of being in a small car. Maybe I'm so use to my Jeep and how high it is, that I don't feel secure unless I know that our vehicle is gonna win if we are in a crash.

HHHMMMMMMMM........

All I have to say today...

WAHOOO!!! APPLEBEES... RIBLETS ON ME!!!

Anyone who has seen Dane Cook's "Rough around the edges" stand up knows what i'm talking about.

Happy Friday Everyone!

No Better Opportunity

For those of you that really know me, or actually read stuff on my profile, you know that I don't really like my job. Don't get me wrong, I like the work, mostly because I like working with numbers. I have always been good at math and I don't mind doing it all day. The part I hate though, is sitting behind a desk all day just running numbers and pushing paperwork. It sucks!!

The other problem, is that I have never known what I truly wanted to do in life. That makes it really hard to chase something when you have no idea what to chase. Well, recently an opportunity arrived that gives me that "need to chase" feeling.

In Colorado we have an organization called Stay The Trail. It promotes responsible trail use for any off road vehicle. For the most part, people abide by the rules and stay on marked trails and don't destroy the land, but there are a handful of ass-hats out there that continue to get trails closed for the rest of us. So it is every off road enthusiasts job to be responsible and show respect as to unsure our trails stay open for future enthusiasts. Anyways, Stay The Trail has a job opening. Basically, you would travel around the state promoting responsible trail use. There are also a wide range of other responsibilities, but they are things like apply for grants, attend off road events, put together fundraisers, meet with BLM reps, stuff like that. So it's basically a project manager position in a way.

Off roading is definitely a passion of mine and if I could do it for a living and help promote the safe use of trails to others, I think I would like that. Also, I am very sociable so that is another reason I want to get out of the office life and get out and meet/talk to people.

Tonight I am going to be revamping my resume is hopes that I can impress the folks at Stay The Trail and get myself an interview for this position. Wish me luck!!

IT'S WEDNESDAY... HAPPY HUMP DAY!!

New Years Eve Madness

Like I mentioned the other day, one of my good friends from college came and visited me last week from AZ. He arrived on Tuesday, and it was a shit show everyday until he left yesterday. You know that Black Eyed Peas song, "Party All the Time"?... Yea... that was us for 5 days. From the moment we arrived at my house at 7pm Tuesday night, we were intoxicated in some way, shape, or form every night until Sunday morning. And what did we do all day?? Sleep and watch movies. It was a great vacation!

Tuesday night we drank some beers at my place and then went to a bar for a beer pong tourney where we polished off 4.5 pitchers between the two of us. After a few long naps on Wednesday, we headed out to a bar to watch the Arizona bowl game. Since Brain goes to UA now, this was a must. We drank heavily once again and roamed around downtown all night. Made it to bed around 4am. Thursday we slept majority of the day again and then started the best night of the 5 days in my opinion.

A really good friend of mine turned 22 that day. We went over to her place to pregame where her and her friends pregame harder than anyone I know. Before we walked out the door to the bus stop, we took shot after shot after shot after shot. Now Kel is absolutely gorgeous, and has an amazing body, so i feel it is totally ok for her to show it off. Well, it was about 5 degrees Thursday night and Kel insisted on wearing shorts. Although she said her legs don't get cold that often and that we were going to be inside all night, this turned out to be a bad decision. We hit up a few bars and had a lot more drinks before 2 am came around. I did some good old swing dancing and caught up with a few friends I saw out that night. When the time came to get on out, we had to carry Kel out. She was so wasted we had to hold her up and she was practically incoherent. As it snowing, we start looking for a cab to hale. NOTHING. We couldn't find a single cab which was very abnormal for a Thursday night downtown. We started walking to another corner where every cab that passed us had people in it already. Kel started shaking really bad because she was soo cold. Shorts in 0 degree weather for any length of time probably isn't good, so the fact that we are standing out in it for 15-20 mins can give you an idea how cold she was. My intoxicated self started to freak a bit for Kel safety and so I started running down the snow covered streets of Denver chasing cabs. Now when I say running down the streets, I literally mean, RUNNING... IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. I would see a cab 2 blocks down with it's light on, so I'd sprint that way. Before I could reach it, someone would jump in. I'd then turn and see another cab, 2 block another direction. I'd haul ass to that one. Someone would get in. I'd turn again... CAB! Taking off once more for disappointment. I was finally able to catch a cab and bring it back to my friends standing in the bitter cold. HERO? Naw!! Just a drunk dumbass!

On Friday, we slept off Thursday night and started drinking again around 5pm. We played lots of drinking games that night and went to a pretty awesome party. I got my first New Years kiss in about 6 years from Ivy. Although her intoxicated self freaked out on me a little bit at the end of the night about where we were going relationship wise, it was still a pretty awesome night. I was never upset with Ivy at all, but the next day she apologized for her freak out. Saturday we all went to a hookah bar and then finished by drinking some beers at my place.

It was a week filled with all kinds of events, and I totally showed Brian I haven't lost my party touch. We totally finished out 2010 with a BANG!!

Goodbye 2010

I know that it has been a long time since my last post, and that is not normal for me, but it has been for good reasons. I have been extremely busy. My holidays have been wonderful and this whole week a good college friend of mine from AZ has been staying with me and we have been partying our asses off. The very end of 2010 was AWESOME!

It is 3:45am, and most people are probably wondering, "Why the hell are you up and blogging?"

Well, Ivy was hanging out with me tonight and she was really tired. Ivy has 2 dogs at home waiting for her to take care of them and so staying the night with me is never really an option, but yet she did need a little midnight nap before heading home. I would never give up a chance to cuddle with this amazing girl. So anyways, she has just headed off for her 30 some minute drive and I always stay up and wait for her to text me she made it home safely.

Come Monday, I will have a very nice (and possibly long) story for you recapping this week's 5 day adventure, but for now, I wanted to share with y'all why 2010 couldn't have ended any better for me.

On October 30, I was blessed with meeting the most incredible woman. I didn't know it at the time, and it never even hit me until the past 2 or 3 weeks. Ivy has been an amazing addition to my life. She is so kind, so nice, so thoughtful, just has a giant heart. By this point in a relationship I usually find the girl I'm dating to be completely fake and a totally different person than I thought at the beginning. Not with Ivy. She is still as genuine as the first day I met her. Tonight while at the hookah bar, I kept finding myself just staring and smiling at her. I couldn't help it. In fact, it's like that every single time I am around her. I can't help but smile, because she is just AWESOME! I feel on top of the world when I'm around Ivy, and I can't wait to see where 2011 will take us.

Night Terrors

It seems to me that most people sleep a lot better when laying in bed with someone else. I have heard countless times from my friends that they, "Like a warm body next to them". Unfortunately, I am not one of those people. It's not that I don't like sleeping next to someone, I just sleep like shit when someone is laying next to me. I have had girls tell me it is because my bed must not be comfortable for me. But when I stay at their place, in the "Most comfortable bed in the world" they tell me, I still sleep like shit!!

I was with a girl for 3 years, and it wasn't really till the end of that relationship that I started sleeping ok next to her. I am pretty sure this is just a comfort issue. When I am trying to sleep next to someone, I worry about WAY too many things that I don't need to worry about. For instance, when I am alone in a bed, I move around a lot because it is hard for me to get comfortable. And I'm not talking just slight movements, I'm talking about some violent rolling over action going on in my bed. I am completely aware of this, and when a lady is in the bed with me, I start finding myself moving as gently as possible. I don't want to wake my bed partner because I can't get comfortable, so I often sit in uncomfortable positions for long periods of time trying to decide when I should make the next movement.

I like to cuddle in the bed, and as long as you do too, I don't mind wrapping my arms around you all night spooning. That is pretty comfortable to me, but then again, that also brings up its own issues. I start wondering if I am breathing on your neck and if it is annoying. How's my breath? How's my breath??

Eventually I can fall sleep, but then I'll wake up because I thought I heard myself snore. Did I snore? Did she hear me snore? Can someone even hear themselves snore? I don't think so. But this is the type of shit that goes through my head when I am laying next to a woman in bed.

Someone Who Can't Take Their Beating

Headed to a party Saturday night where I was thoroughly impressed at first. Ivy invited me to her cousin's party. From what I was told, this was just a normal house party . No special occasion, no themes. When we arrive, there is a DJ in the living room with a full club style set up. By "club style" I mean that he had a table with a full switch board, turn tables, the works. He had a hand full of giant speakers and a huge bass. Next, there was an ice sculpture luge with his address displayed in the middle. It was like a walked into a frat house.

Who has house parties like this? I could see if this was a birthday celebration, but seriously...


The night was moving along just fine, having a blast, drinking some beer, playing some pong, when a fight broke out on the back porch. My best friend and I took a look to make sure it was no one that we came with, which was a possibility of 2 girls, and 2 guys. It was not, so we stayed inside, kept drinking, and minded our own business. After a few minutes, a small group of guys rushed out of the front door, and when they walked back in past us, one of them was holding a knife, straight out in front of him, with a determined "I'm going to stab someone" look on his face.

At that moment I decided it was time to leave. None of the other 4 other people we inside with us. We had no idea where they were. All of a sudden... POP...POP... you hear screams and people just scatter like a disturbed ant hill.
I had no idea where Ivy or her friends were.
Was she outside?
Is she ok?
Where is she?
I don't recall ever being that worried in my life. I wasn't scared or worried about being shot myself, I was just worried that something could have happened to Ivy.


Next thing I know, Ivy and her 3 friends come walking down the stairs. "What happened" they ask. "We're getting the fuck outta here now! That's what happened"

Maybe i'm mistaken, but who the fuck brings weapons into a fist fight. How I was raised, if you were dumb enough to start a fight in the first place, you better just take your beating if you can't handle it. I'm not saying that friends shouldn't jump in, because I have been in 2 fights my whole life, and both of them I jumped in because it was my best friend who was in the fight. But I brought my fists and anger. I didn't go run to my car and grab my knife because i'm a pussy, I jumped in knowing we were gonna win this fair and square. Guess it's times like that where you find out who the real cowards are.