Wednesday, January 14th, 2004

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3:31a	Ladeedadeedaaaaaaa... OK, so the evening started off rather calmly. Jules and I went to ballet class, ate a bit of dinner, came back to my house. We decide "Hey, let's go over to RiRa's; Gastonia's boring, at least it's a nice atmosphere." WELL. Went to RiRa's. Alan was working. Evening sort of followed as this... Me: Hey, that's Alan, that's the cute Irish bartender I have a crush on. Jules: Go talk to him. Me: Nah, I'm a big chicken; I'll just sit here and drool whenever he walks by. Jules: *rolls eyes* Me: Dude, I gave him my number in MARCH and he NEVER CALLED. He must hate me. Jules: *rolls eyes* --a bit later-- Jules: Write your number on the receipt and tell the waitress to give it to him. Me: No! Jules: YES! Me: Grr...OK, well wait till I'm in the bathroom...I don't want him to see you do it. Jules: *rolls eyes* Me: *goes to bathroom, comes back, receipt is gone* Well, did you do it? Jules: Yep. Let's bounce. Me: Alright. Let's go over to Connelly's for a bit; it's still kinda early. --a bit later-- Drunk Annoying Dutch Guys: Blah blah blah blah blah... Jules: Riiiiight. Me: Riiiiight. Jules: Cammie...look...over...THERE. Me: What are you talking about? I have to go to the potty. Me: *goes to the bathroom, comes back, Jules is telling Dutch guys we're both engaged* OK, I'm back. Jules: CAMMIE. Me: WHAT? Jules: GO TO THE BAR AND GET ANOTHER WATER. NOW. Me: *looks puzzled* Um...OK. *goes to bar, gets a water, glances to the left, sees Alan sitting 10 inches away* Alan: Cameron. Me: Uhhhhhh...hi. Alan: Sit down, talk to me. Me: Um...OK, yeah. *sits down* Alan: Just wanted you to know that I'm not really a bastard; I never called you because I was having a dramatic breakup with this chick and I didn't really want to call ANYBODY. Me: Oooooohhh...right. Well, uh, that's cool. Alan: OK. Well, ah, can I buy you a drink? Me: Sure. Hey! Julie! Jules: *joins us* --an hour or so later-- Alan: So when are you moving to NY? Me: In a month or so. Alan: Just my luck. Me: *squees silently* Yeah, well... Alan: *continues being incredibly cool, buying drinks, offering cigarettes, helping Jules get away from more annoying drunk non-Dutch guys* --a bit later-- Alan: Well, my cab's here. Me: Yeah. Alan: I'll see you later then? Me: Alright, yeah. Sure. Bye. Alan: Bye. *lingering handshake type thing* --a bit later, at the Waffle House-- Jules: AWWWWW! Me: AWWWW! Jules: See, I TOLD you he'd call you. Me: Well, he still hasn't called me. Maybe he was just being friendly. *cell phone starts ringing* Jules: Oh. My. God. Me: *answers phone...it's Alan...we make plans to get together tomorrow night when he gets off work* --now-- Me: *completely, totally, in shock* Dude. What. a. night. SO do not want to go to work tomorrow morning. Yet really don't care. Hey, if Chris wants to play games? Well FINE. I'll find somewhere else to direct my fucking attention. And he's being completely straight up from the get-go. Actually said "Well, you're leaving in a month...what if we, you know, really like each other?" And I was all "Yeah, that'd suck. But still...I don't want to just not DO anything because I'm leaving. That'd be stupid." And he's all "True. Well...I'll see you tomorrow then?" And I'm all "Yep!" And he's all "Alright then. Goodnight love." Don't you love how Irish guys call everyone LOVE? *jumps up and down uncontrollably* OK, I reeeeeeeallly need to go to bed. I have to be at work in 7 hours... Current Mood: ecstatic Current Music: nothing.....but I don't CARE! *whistles* (4 Comments | Comment on this)
8:37p	Somebody's talking about me! Yep yep, they are. Isn't that what they say when your ears ring? Well, yeah, cause they are. ANYWHO. Work was insanely boring today. I made about $30 which is actually decent for lunch, but I still got cut by 2:30. I guess it's just a slow time of year. Or that's what everyone keeps telling me. Dude. I don't CARE if it's a slow time of year, I still need money! Grr. :( Am not going to see Alan tonight. There's some huge convention in town and half the people came to RiRa's for karaoke night, so he'll be there till like 2:30 and then he has to work a double tomorrow, so he called this afternoon and was like "I hate to say it, but if I don't go straight home and go to sleep after work tonight...I might be dead by Friday morning." I agree, babe. I think they're trying to kill him, the poor thing. It's still wicked decent of him to call and let me know that he wouldn't be able to get off early tonight so I didn't show up and get mad that he was too tired to do anything. *sigh* What a nice guy. It's refreshing, you know? After all this SHIT with Chris, having somebody be nice and plain and simple and "Hey, I like you, let's go out" is AMAZING...as opposed to the whole "Hey, I like you, but not really, but yes really, but I have a girlfriend, but I don't like her, but blah blah BLAH." Maybe I'll see if anyone wants to go to RiRa's with me tomorrow night...before I go to NY for a week and all that. Hrrmmm. Slightly amusing side note: when guys from Co. Cork say "bar" it sounds like they're imitating a pirate. Like "BAAARRRRR." Heheheh. Forgot to mention the 2 fabulously funny quotes of me and Jules fun night... Dude...you have to RESPECT the bagpipe. You know, after ballet class, don't you feel like you just want to say "MOO?" ( and on that note...quizzes! ) Sleeeeeepy...soooooo sleepy. I think I've kinda been pushing it the last few weeks, going out every night and working almost every morning. Perhaps not such a grand idea. Perhaps will control my behavior. Mmm, but I really want another Stoli Raspberry and Red Bull. Alan is mucho creative. And dude. STOLI. OK, pimp meister! Current Mood: good Current Music: my ears are ringing for some reason... (Comment on this)

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