my dad said...

Yukilynn, one of my besty's from way back (she makes very rare appearances on my blog) had me doubling over with laughter a few weeks ago. We got into one of our usual conversations about how our father's are a special pair. They practice so much of the same behavior--dramatic, judgemental, selffish, but in the end, down right comical. At any rate, this fueled a conversation about what we like to call, "Disneyland Dads." What is a "Disneyland Dad," you ask? Well let me enlighten you.

Disneyland Dad--the father who comes by one random weekend and promises his child a trip to Disneyland not this Saturday, but the one after. Two Saturday's later there is the kid in a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and shorts wearing a Mickey hat waiting on the couch for Disneyland Dad to arrive. He never shows up, but the kid continues to tell his/her mother, "My dad's coming and we're going to Disneyland." Poor thing.

McDonald's Dad--the dad who promises his kid that he will come to their school and present him/her with McDonald's for lunch. McDonald's Dad shows up, but he brings lunch at the wrong time. He brings it at 10am where it is left in the office until the fat secretary brings it to the child's classroom. By lunchtime, the Happy Meal's contents are cold and soggy. If McDonald's Dad brought nuggets, he forgot the sauce so the child is forced to use school ketchup, not the Fancy Ketchup that McDonald's serves. Oh and on a sidenote, the soda is watered down.

When I get my paycheck/settlement Dad--This dad is ghetto, especially if he's "Settlement Dad." He always promises his child toys. It usually sounds something like this, "When I get my paycheck/settlement check, we can go to Toys R Us and you can get anything you want." The poor kid tells everyone things like, "My dad said that I can go to Toys R Us on Saturday and get whatever I want." Yeah too bad the kid never sets foot in the toy store, because when the dad gets his check or settlement he's out doing god knows what with those funds.

These are the most prominent, but there's also "When I get my car fixed Dad," "Tell your mother to take it out of her child support Dad." Trust me if you're a product of a broken home you probably know exactly what kind of characters we're dealing with here. I think these definitions are hilarious as does Yukilynn. Perhaps its because we've both lived these things first-hand. Don't people always say that one should make light of a troubled situation?

birthday backwash

As I made clear in Sunday's post, yesterday was my 24th birthday. I'm sure it goes without saying that I was excited for the annual event (kind of like a good sale). However the turned out to be less than exciting--it gave me some of the worst anxiety ever. I will say this while, I continued to describe my celebration day as "the worst day ever," that isn't true. I hit a major bump which really put a damper on my day. I think I will remember my 24th birthday as one of the most "emotional days of my life." I cried alllllll day. It's not fair for me to call it "the worst" because so many people did such nice thing for me. Let's reflect on it:

*large bouquet of sunflowers from Wendy Lohan & Jen (coworkers/friends)
*adorable and sweet card from "Blaura," David & Oscar
*ice cream party at work, complete with a very "Glamour Girl" b-day card
*email from Amanda aka Ray Wonder & W
*cupcake and sweet card from Kate (my current housemate)
*birthday story from Mommy (she tells it every year)
*calls from Aunt Lisa, Aunt Becky, Nanny (grandmother), Joseph (my brother), my Dad, Paul Batista, Christina, Melissa, Yuki, Vanessa, Chris
*and I saw Mickey Avalon on Friday with Shena

So amisdt what seemed like complete mayhem, I was still treated like a true queen (not a bitchy homo queen or a drag queen, but a queen with a crown and servants)! I actually believe that the day's trouble somehow managed to make everything stand out so much more. And that's good. Welcome 24 with new wisedom and a greater appreciation for the little things (they really do go far). I think yesterday's treats also helped me to realize how many good people I have in my life...and I must be honest, I often forget.

p.s. I have a dinner date tomorrow and I will be back in full regalia to report on that. I'm going out with le banker (you should know about him).

so long no cuddle frog

I'm learning new things about myself everyday and today I learned that I hate dropping people off at the airport. I've always acknowledged that it brings a bit of saddness to my afternoon, but this time I realized taking friends or family to catch a flight is so sad. I feel very lonely afterward.

I guess I should tell you the who, what, when, where and why...

One of my long-time buddies, Noah came to visit me over the long weekend. I moved here four and a half years ago and since the day I arrived I've anticipated his visit. So, it finally happened. We had a great time. In fact, I think in the seven years that we've been friends, this was some of the best time we've ever spent. I always appreciate his company, his conversation, his insights, and his genuine friendship (he has good hair too). I felt like we got to know each other a little bit more. We partied on Friday and Saturday nights, we stayed up for late chats, watched cartoons and ordered pizza, "myspaced," shopped, had a great dinner at Delfina, brunched at Elite and even took a walk to Land's End (a cliff) to watch the sunset, but he never gave me a cuddle. I'm still trying to get get over not getting a morning cuddle.

At any rate, Noah is a great friend (cuddle or no cuddle)and it was refreshing to spend a weekend with him. Maybe that's why I got so sad about dropping him at SFO this afternoon. He got out of the car, we hugged and said farewell then, he headed inside. I instantly broke out my piece of shit cell phone to dial Ralph in order to achieve some sort of interaction. I was afraid of my car getting quiet. He didn't answer and neither did the other two friends I called. So I rode in my car--the same song playing as when Noah was got out--and tried to keep from getting emotional (not emo). A rush of saddness and loneliness came over me. Are you crying yet? Sheesh, I'm crying just typing this (not really). Perhaps I had a really meaningful weekend with one of my favorite people (I gave him a new nickname--frog) or I hate dropping people off at the airport, I haven't decided. I can be fickle, so I don't know what my excuse will be today. Wait I know why I got sad, no cuddle...