Always Something There to Remind Me....

UGH! SOOOOOOOOOO

To start out, this weekend was supposed to be an amazing weekend spent amongst all of my best of friends in Raleigh, NC.... BUT long story short, thanks to a car accident, and the snow storm, I was stuck in DC this weekend; this weekend was not nearly as fun just because most of my friends were out of town and... oh yeah it was valentine's day weekend, so everyone else was FUCKING while I was home alone. Right... you're sooooo jealous right!?

So Friday night was ok, I went out with a friend to a couple of bars, made my usual stop at Nellies (shout out to my favorite DC bar) ended up with some random ass RuPaul coaster things (I think that's how you spell it); you know, those things you put on your coffee table that keeps the condensation from fucking it up. Not that it's really necessary on my coffee table since it's cheap and from ikea, and it's faux wood, I don't think a little water is gonna hurt it. BUUUTTT Saturday, I went out gain with my friend Jon, and it was an oookkk night. We went to this bar called Cobalt, which I've been to before, but for some reason it was not the same. First off, there were an usual amount of gaysians (gay asians) here at this bar; not that I have a problem with this, we all know I love asians, shit I believe I was asian in another life, but just kind of threw me off a little bit but it was ok; so yeah, I'm at this bar, and it's just me and my friend Jon. Now, normally I have no problem going to the bar with just one other person, but it's nights like these that make me go, man I wish there were 3 or 4 or 10 of us! So we're at the bar, and Jon gets hit on (of course, he always does) and leaves me with the BUSTED friend. So Jon tells me, "oh I'm going to be right back, we're going to go to the 1st floor to talk and exchange information." One I know this is bad news because, you don't need to separate yourself to exchange numbers, HELLO it's 2010, in this technological age, all you need is an iPhone and the Bump application; no verbal communication even necessary, but WHATEV. So I'm dancing with BUSTED, and I'm texting Jon, as a matter of fact let me read them to you...

Me 1:34 AM: ok come downstairs please
Me 1:42 AM: dude not to be a cock block, but bring your ass downstairs
Me 1:54 AM: alright man, if you're not up here in 10 im going to kill you, im dancing with busted!!!
Me 2:24 AM: ok so not cool
Me 2:36 AM: leavin

So I got to know busted fairly well though, apparently busted just moved to DC, went to Rutgers Univ in NJ, majored in music, and now does some music shit with kids? You know, if I weren't so annoyed with the situation busted and I could have actually ended up being a pretty good friend... but... FUCK YOU JON! So yes, Jon shows up as if nothing happens (omg you texted me?) yeah, don't you hate that. I'm just thinking in my head, man that's soooo a lie I would pull, but it's whatever, I'm not going to cause a scene. So I tell him, great man hope everything's good, and I leave the bar.

Well thanks to this snowpocalypse that DC has gotten over the past MONTH, the subways closed at 12am on Saturday, AND the roads were still not completely plowed, this made finding a cab home very interesting. I would literally go up to cab drivers and tell them I was headed to SW, and they would keep driving. So I decided to walk 3 miles back to SW from NW! Ugh! But once I got out of the dupont area and made it to logan circle, I found a cab dropping someone off who was willing to take me home, THANK GOD! It was funny though, seeing some girls on the side of the road crying trying to find cabs. If you didn't live in the district, and you were trying to find a cab home, you were pretty much fucked, it was kind of ridiculous. Everyone was just roaming the streets desperate for a ride home, being pretty sober it was definitely an interesting sight.

Well Sunday, I basically sat at home and was my own valentine. I made myself dinner, got myself flowers, and just enjoyed being alone. You know, something about solitude, I was always afraid of it though, but it's days like Sunday that really make me enjoy living alone, being a young adult, and just living my life. That was until.....

So Hawaiian! I was just going on facebook on Sunday, because I mean everyone gets on at least once a day right, the Hawaiian is DATING someone. Yes, dating someone else. Not that the Hawaiian has even crossed my mind in a while, but something always makes you wonder, why someone just falls off the face of the earth. Had I found this out on any other day other than valentine's day, I don't think this would have been THAT big a deal, but considering the circumstances, I think God felt like knocking me off of my high horse and giving me a good FUCK YOU that day. It's ok, I recovered. So that was my weekend, had a lot of me time and missed my weekend in Raleigh, but it's ok.

I hope all of your valentine's days were waaayy more eventful than mine! And share, tell me how you spent it! :)


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