Nope. It was funny, though. I had some requests, but no cigar. I just wasn't in it. My head wasn't there. No game. Sorry, boys. Off the market for now. Too consumed with own thoughts. In a relationship with self.
I drove to Pullman with 3 guys who live in Seattle - two of whom went to WSU (Mike and Tyson) and one of whom I know from Minnesota (Jesse). It was fun, we drank, stopped for food, and generally had a grand ole time shooting the shit on the way. At one point, a deer walked out right in the middle of the road and Mike (the driver) swerved left, but the deer went left, too! Then, (at this point, I closed my eyes to prepare for the impact) Mike swerved right (towards the guard rail - I was certain we were going to hit it) and then left and then right again to align with the right side of the road. Amazingly, we didn't hit ANYTHING and I am still alive. Shit, it was freaky though. He seriously pulled some Mario Andretti shit out of his ass and THANK GOODNESS FOR THAT.
Then, we got to Pullman and I started hanging out with their frat buddies for a bit before Melissa picked me up. It's so interesting to hang out with boys when you don't often get a chance to be with them. It's so different. I don't know how, it just is. I really need more guy friends. I am working on that.
After Melissa and Jimi picked me up, we went to Jimi's to drink (rootbeer soda and butterscotch schnapps - it's really good!) and hang out with his friends. It was okay, I just get bored because everyone knows everyone from high school and lots of people are considerably younger than I am and I just feel kind of left out. It's weird. It's also that Seattle and the cliques and people here are so different than the midwest. I know I keep saying that, but it is SO pervasive that I literally can't do anything in this city without thinking about how it contrasts with what I've known for so long in Wisconsin and Minnesota.
The only interesting thing about the evening was that Jimi and I went to another party and stayed for a bit (really cute guy there that I was chatting up) just to change it up. I was SO SURE my makeout was going to come, but Jimi wanted to leave the party while I was dancing. After urging me to leave and repeatedly getting an adament "NO," Jimi turned against me in an act of hate and yelled to the entire party while pointing to me, "HEY, EVERYONE, SHE'S A GRAD STUDENT FROM UW!!!!" And what ensued is just painful: I got BOOED out of the party. With sad eyes, I shook my head at the cute guy as I walked out the door. This became the hallmark story of the weekend.
Speaking of acts of pure hate, I seriously DO NOT think I know of a rivalry that runs as deep as the UW (University of Washington, Huskies, purple and gold) and WSU (Washington State University, Cougars, crimson and silver)! I mean, they REALLY HATE each other!! You should see some of the slogans they have against each other: "In a perfect world, there would be no purple" and "Cougars are adored, Huskies are ignored" and "Husky Fever is a veneral disease. Wrap it up, Cougs!" and "Husky is just another fancy word for BITCH! Go Cougs!" and "Damn right, I'm a Coug!" and "Huck the Fuskies" and "Fuck the Huskies" and other vicious things. They have a clever marketing person, let me tell you. The good thing is: WE WON. GO HUSKIES!!! It was REALLY hard not to cheer for purple and gold when I was sitting in the Cougar student section, though. REALLY HARD. Every time we got a touchdown, I had to pretend I was upset at it (I covered my mouth with my sweatshirt), but really, I was smiling and laughing because they were doing so bad! And to think that we lost to Stanford (the worst team in the conference with zero wins)! Ha! It was glorious. And especially good to win since we had been sitting out there, in the cold, since noon that day. (The game started at 4pm.) I even brought my homework to do while we sat there (I got a lot done - don't make fun of me!); it was quite productive. As you can see below, I posed as a Coug fan - I felt like a Husky spy or something, it was great!
It was harder than I thought to cheer for the other team. I don't feel (at least, I didn't feel) that connected to the Huskies as a grad student, but I totally underestimated how difficult it would be for me to sit in the opposing side's student section (one Husky fan made the mistake of wearing purple and gold in the WSU student section and got BOOED by all, say, 5000 students whenever she got up to move). It was hard! I was hurting to be on the other side and storm the field with all the estatic Husky fans! And it was such a close game! The score was 35 to 32 and there were literally back-to-back amazing plays. It was intense, almost going into overtime. (I was so cold that I would have been PISSED if OT would have happened.)
By the end of the game, I was starving, cold, sore, and annoyed that I couldn't celebrate. We were going to get teryaki, but Melissa and I started to get hungry for hamburgers instead, so we went to a place right by Jimi's house to get some good burgers. See me with my tasty mushroom and swiss below:
That burger was so good. We had full intentions of going out on Saturday night after the game (I even had my staple Long Island), but Melissa and I were so tired that I fell asleep when we went back to Jimi's to recoup. (Eating all that burger probably wasn't the best for me either.) I decided that all I wanted to do was watch a movie and go to sleep, so we went back to Melissa's house, watched Love Actually, and fell asleep. Ahhh.The next morning, the guys picked me up and we went to get burgers for breakfast. Typical. (Or stereotypical, at least.) We ended up waiting so long for the food that we got on the road late and screwed ourselves because we went 30 miles in 2 hours. An hour (and 15 miles) into our trip (we were still just outside of Pullman, but there is nothing but wheat fields out there), I had to pee SO BAD (I had managed to suck down a drink at breakfast/lunch) that I couldn't wait much longer. The guys joked that I should run up to a house while we were stuck in traffic, so I did. I ran (NO, SPRINTED) up to a big farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and knocked on the door (while doing a little pee dance to distract myself). Finally, a woman came to the door and (SO GRACIOUSLY) let me use the bathroom! I was SO RELIEVED -LITERALLY! Then, I embarked on a 7 hour (total) trip with 4 (one joined us) obnoxious, extremely hung over, and smelly guys. It was quite the test of faith in my abilities and my tolerance. By the end of the trip and the MILLIONTH drunken story about either sex or fighting, I was ready to hurl myself out of the moving vehicle into the pouring rain at Snolquamie Pass. It was painful and the boys knew I wanted outs by the end. No, it really wasn't THAT bad, but I did get pretty antsy. I had to sit bitch for half the trip until one of the guys (who totally wanted me, shall I say) offered to switch with me. He was so nice.
Now, because of the crappy weekend, I have the beginnings of a cold sore and I'm not happy about it. Maybe my warts will go away now. I think I'm getting sick, so that might be the reason I am more susceptable to this shit. I am not the biggest fan of cold sores - could ya tell?
Tonight, Bonnie, Adrian, and I are ordering a gourmet pizza and spending the evening watching a movie - Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken ring a bell to anyone? I don't think I've ever heard of it, but it's supposed to be good. I'll let you know.
I'm so excited for Tgiving! I am not doing ANYTHING! In fact, I've never been so excited to sit on my ass and hibernate inside my apartment while eating a rotisserie chicken, boxed mashed potatoes, and stuffing! But, just in case I have that "family itch" on Thursday, I have had plenty of wonderful and very generous offers for Thanksgiving dinner. Really, I have been so touched by the outpouring of support around the holidays from my friends in this city - considering that now, I am officially an "orphan" (as Bonnie called it today), I really appreciate all the friendly extensions of holiday invitations. So nice. :)
A few other things: Nice work, Raya, with the Grey's catch. Mom, I'm glad to ease your mind now that you know I'm not lying in a gutter somewhere dying (though, in the next few weeks, I might start wasting away with books in one hand and a chewed up pencil in the other). Kirsten says we should start building an ark here in Seattle - I think she's right. After a beautiful day today, the rain is back full force with a chance of sunshine on Friday and Sunday. I am sure we have broken some kind of ridiculous record, but I'll keep you informed if I should hear of anything.
OH, AND - I had my first real day at the National Eating Disorders Association today! It was exciting! I actually took a live call (multiple live calls, in fact) and I received a message that my first and only returned call last week was a success! The woman called back (it RARELY happens that someone calls back to give feedback or say thanks) and left a message for me saying thank you for my care and compassion - she is doing better and has seen a physician because of my advice!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so happy - it totally made my day knowing that I had made a difference in someone else's life. :) :) :) :) Yay for helping others! :) :) :) :)
On that note, I'm going to shower! I have a light week (schedule-wise, not homework-wise), so I get a chance to sleep in tomorrow! :)
Have a good week!
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