Life can take you in a million different directions with new experiences & challenges around every corner.
These are the chronicles of my adventures in living. The good, and the bad.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Girls, Friends for life (or at least an evening)

One of my favorite things to do on the weekend is to hang out with the girls - even better to make new girlfriends that you have a blast with. After all, one can never have too many friends. So on Saturday night I headed out for a pub crawl with my friend Nic and some of her girlfriends. The plan was to bar hop between as many restaurants and bars in Shirlington as we could manage to get to, but not to leave any place until we were bored being there.

We started the night at Bungalow Billiards. We ate greasy bar food, drank beer and made fun of the fact that the female serving staff was working in their pajamas on Valentines Day - what's with that???? Lets just say there were LOTS of examples of things that people - women - should NEVER wear out in public so we had TONS of ammo for making snide comments.



When we got tired of making fun of people and drinking beer we moved on to Ping where we ordered more 'girlie', 'fruity' drinks rather than beer (see pic). Two of the girls had left from Bungalow to see a play at the Shirlington Theater and rejoined us at Ping before we all headed to Guapos where we managed to keep ourselves entertained for the rest of the evening. They actually had to KICK us out so they could close.

I can't speak for being in a group of guys (although I am sure it's a similar experience) but there is nothing better than hanging out with a group of girls you get along with really well. Everything is entertaining, your new friend sucking helium from one of the floating heart balloons and quoting lines from the Princess Bride, turning your massive margarita into a 'spider drink' and sharing with the girls at the table, texting random people from the bar with strange messages about the events of the evening. And while you are not explicitly ignoring the rest of the room they do tend to fade into the background. You don't notice the group of Latino boys sitting at the next table who want to come over but can't find a way to break into the laughter and conversation. You miss the couple sitting at the table behind you until they start laughing at the helium induced impression of "Inigo Montoya". You don't pay attention when the server comes over and leaves the bill telling you all they are closing and it's time for you to go.

A night with the girls is the ultimate remedy to a bad day, a lonely weekend or a series of not so great news. Good girlfriends know all there is know about you and like you anyway. Great girlfriends know exactly what to do to cheer you up and even if you don't know each other, you can bet we'll all be friends by the end of the night.

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Saturday, February 14, 2009

Dynamics of Group Fitness

So every few months I go on this kick where I decide I am going to get my butt back into the gym, start a regular workout regime, eat better, etc, etc. Let's first caveat this with saying that I am in decent shape, eat healthy more than not (but love my chocolate and ice cream), and am generally pretty active (just not in a gym). That being said, my new year's resolution for a consistent workout schedule lasted about 3 weeks until I caught this horribly, nasty cold. It took me about a month to fully recover and since I couldn't really breathe sitting still the idea of running or taking a spinning class or doing anything requiring more physical effort than blowing my nose quickly lost its appeal. Anyway, since I am once again healthy it is time to get into the gym and start again(especially since I HATE to pay for something I am not using).

So, last night I went to a "Zumba" class for the first time. Quick description - a mixed cultural dance class (mostly Latin) that is the latest fad in group exercise. It was a surprisingly good workout and actually a lot of fun. But my favorite part of the class was the mixture of people in the room. There was none. There were about 25 people in the class - all women. The instructors were the only guys in the room - and I am pretty sure they were both gay.... At one point a guy came in, joined the group and started to dance with the rest of us. He lasted about 5 mins and then could not get out of the room fast enough. We were women who have danced before, or not; women who were in great shape, or not; women who were terribly shy, or not; and women who were having the time of our lives. I'm pretty sure we scared the crap out of the poor chap.

I am not sure I will ever understand what makes getting in a room with 20 people you don't know, with mirrors all around you, windows where the rest of the gym can see in, and where you are required to 'shake your booty' for all to see so much fun. But when you're with a group of women who are laughing as much as they are dancing, smiling as much as they are sweating, and who don't care that they look like a bunch of uncoordinated goofballs it's intoxicating. Perhaps "Zumba" will be come a regular thing after all (even if the gym does not).

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Thursday, February 12, 2009

Morning Metro Madness

Have you ever had one of those experiences that you're not exactly sure what to make of? It could be a random occurrence, it could be a sign from the universe but really it's just some totally bizarre thing that you have to replay a hundred times before you can even begin to explain it to anyone. Truthfully it happens to me more than I'd like to admit. Bizarre things sometimes just seem to find me, what can I say, it must be a gift. Anyway, last Friday I was heading to a morning meeting (not in my office) and was slightly preoccupied making sure I knew where to go - you know, the whole change trains, walk a few blocks, navigate a college campus to find the right building, hope you don't get lost and actually arrive on time kind of stuff. As I was switching trains to the Red Line I sort of half noticed this disheveled, slightly odd, mid 40s guy sitting on the train. I didn't pay much attention to him distracted as I was by my own thoughts (at this point I had moved on to thinking about all the things I still had to do once I finally made it into the office in the afternoon) but a few stops later he came and sat next to me. With him sitting only one seat away I couldn't help but notice all the things about him. The greasy, messed up hair, healing black eye, eau de stale alcohol; hard to ignore. I think most people would say that I am a nice and friendly person, perhaps a little crazy & opinionated, but generally nice. So when people smile at me I smile back, if they say hi, I say hi. If they ask me a question I generally answer them. That is how I get myself into conversations like the following one:

Weird Creepy Guy: Hi
Jo: Hi (with skeptical look)
Weird Creey Guy: So is my hair all messed up?
Jo: Yeah, kinda
Weird Creepy Guy: What's your name?
Jo: Jo (with another skeptical look)
Weird Creepy Guy: Do you believe in God Jo?
Jo: I do.
Weird Creepy Guy: Good. Are you a Christian?
Jo: Yep. I am actually (getting a little weirded out now)
Weird Creepy Guy: Do read the bible Jo?
Jo: I have on occasion yes (as I look out the window to see how much further to my stop)
Weird Creepy Guy: I read once in 2 Corinthians about this man that went to the third level of Heaven and then came back down to Earth...
Jo: That's great! Well this is my stop (jumping up and going to the door)
Weird Creepy Guy (shouting): Have a nice day Jo! Don't forget about God!!

As I stepped off the train I thought what the hell was that. It's the kind of metro experience usually reserved for NYC or Chicago... not DC. There aren't typically a lot of crazies on the trains at 8:30am.... well ok not a lot of OBVIOUS crazies.... In the two and a half years I have lived here I have never heard a story about a truly crazy metro encounter - a few disgusting ones yes - but never just straight up crazy. Leave it to me to be the first. Walking away from the train and down the stairs to the exit a few people give me some strange looks and one woman actually breaks out laughing saying "Thank God you were getting off here. I had no idea what he was going to say to you next". So my question is this - is this really a random crazy encounter that is just a random crazy encounter or is it something more? The slightly lapsed Christian in me (who truthfully has been looking for something to push her back to the church) thinks perhaps this is a sign that is telling me it's time again. So I think to myself I should find a new church and go to mass on Sunday morning... Sunday morning arrives, I wake up at 7:30am (mass is at 9:00), I roll over - look at the clock. Turn it off and go back to sleep. There's always next week....

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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Getting Started...

Let me tell you, getting this blog set up and going was definitely an adventure - and certainly a test of my patience. I have played with layouts, colours, templates - all so I can create the perfect representation of my 'life' online. As you can imagine, I gave up and settled on this - for now. I will probably continue to play with it and may even venture into the closet of my coding skills (I surprisingly do have a few) and create my own template just to be sure that I am properly represented. But to be honest - things will probably stay like this for awhile.

So, I am sure (if anyone is actually reading this) that you're wondering why all the drama - why chronicle the adventure that is my life - who could possibly be interested in reading that?? Well, for starters me, and then there is ... oh yeah, me, and well ok maybe my mom some day. But, seriously, I like to write but don't do it enough; I like to tell stories about the craziness that finds me; I work in technology and have dabbled in blogging but have never found a topic that really sticks. SOLUTION: A blog where I get to WRITE all my stories. How fun!! Perhaps I will come back to this in 10 years and wonder WTF I was doing as I reached the end of my twenties and toppled drunkenly into my 30s. Perhaps I will look back with nostalgia for all the wonderful times I am sure I will have. Perhaps I will share it with my teenage children some day so they can see that their mom wasn't really a complete nutcase - just a girl that had a penchent for finding the crazy. Whatever the result I plan to enjoy it & record it all for posterity. What better journal than the one you can hide in plain sight for the world to read or ignore as they see fit.

If you like it and want to follow my adventures, read on. If not, well your loss!!

Until next time...