I Don't Like Mondays

This past week feels like a blur to me. Actually, the last two weeks feel like a blur. I can't believe that April is half over already.

I've been out with Valentino four times now. I think things are going well. I'm a terrible judge of this though. I can be totally optimistic about anything, except my own love life. Then, I am instantly the most pessimistic person you've ever met.

We got together Thursday night for dinner and drinks, then just hung out at his place. When I left, I was floating on cloud 9. The next morning, all my delightful insecurities popped back up and made me start to doubt things all over again. Thankfully, I had plenty on my plate this weekend to distract me.

Friday night I spent with my family. My nephew (who is 18 years old. Yeah, we have some weird family dynamics) had his MySpace girlfriend in town from outside Buffalo, NY for the weekend.

Side note, it really fucking freaks me out that it is more than a possibility that I could be a GREAT UNCLE before I am even 30 and my little sister a GREAT AUNT before 25!!! What the fuck is that all about??? My older sister could be a GRANDMOTHER before 40!!! Are you kidding??? Yeah, not a fan at all of having an 18 y.o. nephew with a girlfriend. It is too weird!

So, my nephew had some of his friends over that night to hang out. Around 11:15 I look out the window and see one of the kids walking into the house with a big box under his arm. Is that what I think it is? No, it can't be. They wouldn't be that stupid to carry it around in the open like that. Oh no, it totally is a 30 pack of the Silver Bullet. Idiots.

I called my older sister and let her know that some of the kids were drinking right under her nose. I hated being a NARC, but I knew the kids weren't spending the night and would be drunk driving. The last thing we need is a couple drunk 18 y.o.'s. My sis went over and told them they couldn't drink at our house and asked them to leave. A few minutes later she called me back because the kids weren't listening to her.

I walked over, went into the back bedroom, took the beer and told the kids they had to get out. They were polite and said they would leave. After ten minutes, no one left yet. I went back in and this time let them know that they would either be leaving right then, or else they would face the wrath of my father. That put a fire under their asses. Although, this one little girl tried to give me some attitude for a second. I just looked at her, and I'm pretty sure she could see the Dupont bitchy queen shining behind my eyes. Sweetheart, you are Carroll County white trash. Don't fuck with a DC queen. Thanks.

After all the kids left, I apologized to my nephew for breaking up the party. He said it was fine and I think he was relieved that my sister and I stepped in and did something. I don't think he knew they were showing up with beer and didn't know what to do about it. It was so weird though to be throwing kids out of our house. When did I become that guy???

The rest of the weekend was good. I think the rest of the weekend can be summed up in the following phrase, "The Bitch is Back". Oh yes, this weekend the girls and I headed to Nation for my favorite DJ, David Knapp, and Grace Jones made her first full appearance in 2006. Never one to do something half-assed, I danced so hard on Saturday that I won the very first "Josefina Award". Poo-Dell tried to steal my thunder at the end of the night, but she just couldn't compete with the old kick-ball change. Although, I have a feeling she will be walking away with that award when we go to Boston to see Tom Stefan on the 29th.

Sunday I had brunch with the girls at Kiat's. Wait, I had mimosas with the girls at Kiat's. A lot of mimosas. Say what you will, but Kiat and Tony know how the throw a party!! From there we all stumbled up the street to JR's. DYD and I last for a couple drinks and were out of there after the Easter Bonnet competition.

Thank God, because I don't think that my body could take much more at that point. Between the dancing on Saturday night and the drinking on Sunday, I am feeling less than stellar today. Only 90 minutes more to endure at work. Tick tick tick . . . Time goes by, so slowly.