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Friday, September 27, 2002
What the blog?
These are the things that are okay:
Go to party. Meet man. Maybe hook up with man. Exchange numbers. You call man. He’s not there, so you leave a message. He calls you, you’re not there, he leaves a message.
You take life-altering test. Do well on test, so you decide it’s time to celebrate with your friend. 80’s karaoke is just the ticket! So you have a drink, and sing. And sing again, because it seems you are the only one brave enough to do so. And just before you go up to sing that second time, a random friend walks in, and you think, “What a random place to run into him.”
So you sing, and your friends cheer for you.
But when you sit down again, the world should not have turned itself upside-down, inside out and backwards. (In a manner of speaking)
Heather and I went out last night to King Tiki to celebrate the 2000 she got on her GRE’s. She sings, I provide moral support. Just before she went up to sing for a second time, one of our favorite bartenders from Margarita’s walks in. We’ll call him….’Bob’.
Not ten seconds after she gets up to sing, who should walk in but my bathroom buddy and her ‘boy’ from Saturday night’s party at Chuck’s.
Of all the random things.
I’m flabbergasted. I’m trying to get Heather’s attention, trying to explain the situation to ‘Bob’, trying to hide from my bathroom buddy, and thinking…”What the hell is going on here?!” When suddenly…
Heather finishes her song.
“He’s here”
“Who, ‘Bob’?”
“No. HIM.”
“He called?”
“He’s here. Standing by the wall.”
OH MY GOD. I don’t know how many times we said those words last night.
I had to stand up to get ‘his’ attention, because for some reason, ‘he’ wouldn’t make eye contact with us, even though ‘he’ watched Heather while she was singing. So I decided ‘he’ was either one of four things:
1. He’s rude
2. He’s shy
3. He’s with an ex/girlfriend
4. He’s just dumb
Then another of Heather’s crushes walked in. What was going on here?
Maybe you wouldn't understand unless you were there, or maybe something similar has happened to you. It’s like when you see one of your teachers at the mall, or a grocery store. They belong in the classroom, not out doing regular “people” things. ‘Bob’ and Heather’s crush belonged at Margarita’s. Party boys belong in New Market. Not everyone at the same bar on the same night. Weird, random, creepy awkwardness. I mean, who really goes to 80's karaoke?
So, some good came out of this strange evening:
1. I give hugs that make people happy
2. Heather got a free drink
3. We became closer to ‘Bob’
4. I give hugs that make people happy.
"May you live in exciting times."
~Chinese curse
Melissa Friday, September 27, 2002
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
It's almost Heather's birthday, and you know what that means.....
GET SHOPPING!! Come on! You have less than a week to find her the perfect birthday gift, and if I know you, you haven't even THOUGHT about what to get her! So, get off line, head to the mall, and get out your credit card!
WHAT ARE YOU SILL DOING HERE?! GO!!!
Melissa Wednesday, September 25, 2002
Sunday, September 22, 2002
Blog me baby one more time
This summer I took up golf. Dad and I have been going to Bramber Valley just about every Friday morning to hit a bucket of balls, and once in a while we have putting contests. It’s a great way to start your day.
Sorry. That was a side bar.
I feel like I have so much to say. The weekend was full of excitement and surprises. I got to hang out with a stellar bunch of girls Friday night at Tequila Jacks, and I saw old friends and made new ones on Saturday at Chuck’s party. We’ll go over the highlights, but I feel I need to do some apologizing, so please bear with me:
Glenn, I’m sorry you didn’t get your five seconds and that you’ll have to deal with Becky and Laura at work on Monday. (Oh, and tell your girlfriend I apologize as well)
Corey, right? Sorry 'bout that.
Liz, thirty-eight?! Sorry we missed KJ- (for real)
Jeremy, sorry things didn’t work out in the bathroom quite the way you wanted them to.
Heather, if I had known, I would've found you a pen. Sorry!!
Ok. Highlights in order of occurrence
Friday Night
1. No line at Tequila Jacks
2. We got a table!
3. Liz’s looks of disgust
4. “The Twins”
5. Group sing-a-longs (Livin’ on a Prayer)
6. “The Brothers” (what was it, family night out?)
7. Joe’s Pizza
8. Corey vs. The Cop
9. “We’re waiting for you.”
10. What was his name?
Saturday Night
1. Angry Honking
2. The Shaggy Rug
3. “You know Glenn?!”
4. Solid8
5. Justin Herman of the United States Air Force
6. Adam
7. Mark, Chuck and Cliffy
8. Cliffy juggles with fire
9. The Cake
10. The Viking Helmet
11. Becky is Dirty
12. The Hood of the Car
13. Giggles and Chuckles
14. The Bathroom
15. 5 am ride home
Yet another eventful weekend. If I forgot anything, I’m sure someone will let me know, and I’ll add it in. Next weekend is the Chili and Beer Festival in Portsmouth, so head on down. Also, Check out Solid8’s web page.
Melissa Sunday, September 22, 2002
Friday, September 20, 2002
Blogging the night away
Tonight will be a night like no other
I’m getting ready as fast as I can
Tonight will be a night like no other
Because tonight I’m going out with Elizabeth Ann
“Once during prohibition, I had nothing to live on for days except
food and water.”
~W.C. Fields
Melissa Friday, September 20, 2002
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
Smells like Hippies
When a performer walks on stage and announces, “Hi! I’m *enter name here*. I’m from New York City!” then calls the audience ‘the sexiest he’s ever seen’, you know you’re in for a long set. And it’s even longer when you are waiting for your favorite band to come on.
Much, much longer.
Last night, Heather, Andy and I saw Rusted Root with special guest Mike Doughty (from NYC!) at UNH. Of the three Rusted Root concerts I’ve attended, April’s concert at the Casino Ballroom is still the best. That was an unbelievable concert!
Not to say last night wasn’t fun…I think the best part was the interpretive dance. The second best part was imitating the interpretive dance. (It was meant to be a group thing.)
The third best thing was getting drunk and high by breathing.
“I don’t think you’re ready to hear Fire truck!”
~Mr. Doughty of NYC
Melissa Wednesday, September 18, 2002
Monday, September 16, 2002
SUNDAY SEPTEMBER 15
Heather is sick. She needs to get better soon because we have a date tomorrow night at a certain Mexican watering hole to see a certain bartender.
Secondly, Heather needs to get better for Tuesday because we have yet another date (no, we’re not lesbians) to see…RUSTED ROOT at UNH---Woohoo!!!
Rusted Root is one of my favorite bands, and this will be the third time I’ll see them in concert. Although, to be honest, I don’t really remember the first time because it was before they were well known, (they opened for Santana years ago just before Santana’s ‘supernatural’ comeback) and it was about six years ago.
Anyway, that’s what’s going on this week.
Right this very moment we have no power. The electricity has been out for almost an hour and I am totally music starved (See, Heather, it’s like Musestarved, but different).
Not that the sound of rain isn’t soothing, but I need some classic tunes as well (mmm… Led Zepplin).
So, instead of this being posted on Sunday, it’ll be posted Monday, but I wrote it, with pen and paper by candlelight, on Sunday evening.
In closing, I’ll leave you with these thoughts:
1.Even if your theatre department is on the verge of being cut from the curriculum, do not threaten to shoot the bunny.
2.It is not okay to whisper sweet-nothings into your sweetie’s ear while out in public with your friends…not even if you are engaged.
3.Hi to Jen, my cute sister who is a sophomore at UNH. (This shout-out is mostly to see if she’ll actually check out my site.)
That’s all. You can all go about your daily sweet-nothing whispering- as long as it’s not in public with your friends.
Coming Soon-Why Heather, Amy and Melissa are ‘special’ friends*
“It’s better to be pissed off, than pissed on.”
~Scott Fowler
*J/K girlies, I’d never do that to you. Online.
Melissa Monday, September 16, 2002
Saturday, September 14, 2002
One of the things I like best about Saturdays is not having to work. (See, that's funny because I don't have a job.) Another thing I like about Saturdays is waking up and reminiscing about the night before.
Liz and I have known each other since Jr. High. I wouldn't say we were close friends back then (we met in gym class lining up by birthday- turns out we were born on the same day). We went through high school singing in choir together, she got me my summer job at the bookstore, and then we went off to college; she to UNH, I to Plymouth State. She joined a sorority; I joined intramural sports and the school newspaper. We didn't keep in touch, but always ended up back at the bookstore together during winter and summer breaks. Now we’re both graduated. I’m not at the bookstore anymore, and she’ll be done in a week. Recently we started going out at night.
When I go out, I tend to have an idea of what we’ll be doing. Perhaps we’ll grab dinner somewhere, head off for drinks (maybe dancing), and finish off the night at yet another bar. Or maybe we’ll stay at one place all night if the company is good. When I go out with Liz, I never know where I’m going to end up. I go out knowing that anything can, and will happen.
One of the first times I went out with Liz, we took our friend Lauryn. The three of us began the night at one bar (where after one drink Liz tripped down the stairs. Twice.) Then ended up at another (Lauryn and I were the victims of drunken beer spillage) where Liz saw some people from UNH that she knew, and before we knew it, Lauryn and I were pulled from one bar to the next, before we eventually lost Liz to other UNH people, found her, left her, and went home.
You’d think being an ‘afterthought’ all night would discourage us from hanging out again. (Of course not: there was a story to tell!)
The next time we went out, Liz and I went alone. We spent until last call on the deck at Poco’s where Liz had a golf instructor buying her beers. Then we went to Joe’s pizza to replenish and to see who was there. We saw a number of people we recognized from Poco’s (as well as an ex of Liz’s) and within an hour we were in a hotel room with seven guys from Boston University that were throwing a bachelor party.
Last Friday, Liz, Whitney and I went out to dinner, and then to Tequila Jacks. I had a major headache, but it didn’t keep us from staying until last call, and then going to some guy’s apartment (we were stalked the whole way over by a psycho chick) until three in the morning. Then another guy (who hooked up with Whitney while I was left sitting on the front porch with four sketchy guys, the stalker and the landlord) decided that it would be fun race back to my car.
Last night was memorable because, for the first time, nothing exciting happened. I demand that we go out again to redo the evening because I don’t have a story to tell. No random hook-ups, stalkers, frat boys or lesbians were involved. (oh, did I leave those stories out?) We had dinner, went out for ONE beer, took a short walk, and went home. All before midnight.
Needless to say, I’m not satisfied, and I want my money back.
Melissa Saturday, September 14, 2002
Friday, September 13, 2002
Things that are great today:
Waking up in new sheets
The weather
A great job interview
Getting my Evening With the Arts work organized.
High school soccer games with Liz Ann
A block of Led Zepplin on the raido
Things to Swallow:
***Here is my friend Couter's website. He is an extremely gifted musician, so check out his senior recital too.
***Amy and Rob are getting married in less than 10 months!!!
***Heather's Birthday is in 17 days!!!
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
~Mary Oliver
Melissa Friday, September 13, 2002
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Today is my 35 day of unemployment.
To celebrate, I began blogging.
(well, i went swimming too, but i do that every day)
Swallow This:
Last night at our favorite Mexican watering hole, Heather told me that Marco Polo used to have a sign in their window that read:
"Every time you shop at Spencer's, God kills a kitten."
:::sigh:::
The back and the belly are not so smelly.
Melissa Tuesday, September 10, 2002
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