Ocassional Saturdays

Well Friday night I stayed up late with my sister and watched a movie that we picked up for Hollywood Video. It was P.S. I Love You with hot ass Gerard Butler. I cried throughout the whole thing. That movie is phenominal (even though I can't stand Hillary Swanks teeth). It makes me want to go to Ireland. I watched the DVD features and found out that the author is the most gorgeous little Irish girl who wrote the book that inspired the film at 21!!! That's right, 21. I guess I am not ever gonna be inspired enough to have something published. Good for her though.

I really shouldn't have stayed up late because I had to promote team in training and the leukemia and lymphoma society in New Braunfels early the next morning at the Wurster 5 miler. I was up at 4:45 and we were there by 6:15 a.m. I really wish I had known how close Landa Park was to my house because I could have gotten a few extra minutes of sleep in. The event was interesting. I have come to the conclusion that middle to late-aged white men really scare me and they were everywhere at this event. The are all really dorky because they have been domesticated, but if you look into their eyes, I mean really look in their eyes, there is a sick desperation. The kind of desperation that elicits sick, dark, thoughts usually about the nearest pretty young thing. But it was not a middle aged white man that would hit on me Saturday morning. It was a middle aged Hispanic man who was pushing 50 that came up to me and dropped lines like, "well if you ever need a running partner..." and "like I said, I would really like to hear from you some time..." and "I really hope to see you around...". I really try to be polite when things like that happen, I mean, I guess that those things are supposed to happen in that way, but the guy was so far from my type that conversely you would think that I would be the farthest from his type too. But alas I was not. All I could do was politely ignore his attempts and pack up all of my shit as quickly as possible to make a quick dash to my car and be gone from the most awkward situation I had been in in a while.

But later in the afternoon made up for the weirdness of the morning. I went and met up with my old buddy MC and had a juicy cheese burger from Chester's Hamburgers. It was the most delicious "bad" food I had had in a while, but after the morning I had I think I deserved it. MC and I caught up on our lives since it had been several months since we had last chatted and all I could think in my mind was thank god I have friends who are as busy as I am and who do not get pissy or offended if I can't sit on the phone and chat with them for three hours a day every day of the week. Most of my friends are perfectly happy meeting up quarterly, sharing what has transpired in our lives, enjoying a few beers and then going our separate ways until the next time we get a chance to see each other. Being a high school teacher is exhausting sometimes when you have students saying day in and day out that what is going on with their friends is life altering and something they will never get over and that they will be friends forever. Friends are situational, they come and go. Be as good a friend as you can and they will be good to you in turn. When your lives no longer need each other, move on knowing that there will be others to replace them.

After the juicy burger we headed to Charlie Brown's, a dive bar off of Starcrest and had one drink before we left. It is only a matter of time when reading the obsenities on the bar is no longer interesting and you begin looking for a way out. If we had stayed any longer we would have died of boredom. So we made our way down to another dive bar called Fiasco's and there we found the greatest rock cover band in the world getting no love from the red neck sports fans that were patroning the bar. But we sought to change that as quickly as we realized how good these guys were. My sis Brit came along and we hooted, hollered, and clapped after each of the sets. They kept getting better and better, and so did the entertainment. Oh, yes. There is one in every town. There is a woman, I don't know her name, but I have seen her in almost every bar in town that I have ever been in. Mind you, I go out MAYBE once a semester and it is usually to different places every time, so this chick gets around. Last night she was wearing a shortsleeved, turtle neck, UT sweater that barely covered her incredibly large breasts, a belly button ring that sparkled in the neon lights, jeans that were accentuated by the rinestone studded country and western belt that she wore, and the entire outfit was complemented by the white boots she was wearing on her feet. She was at least 40, but hot. Her stomach was a washboard and she had the ass of a teenager and she was not afraid to shake it on the dance floor. The lap dances abounded. Every man who had the balls to go up to her got one, even the drummer of the band and I almost sent my bud MC out to get one too until I noticed her one, fatal flaw--meth mouth. That is right. She had blackened and missing teeth. She was the poster child to the old locker room joke that if you put a bag over her head you could do her. I just feel bad that she didn't find herself that rich husband whom she could be the trophy wife for before she became the sad, old hag in the bar. Don't turn out like her! Wishing you the best year ever.....Mel