My Birthday Weekend Part 2

Barcelona Bar is where the party began, and more fighting. My sister weren’t there when *Scott and I arrived. They were still looking for parking. *Scott, being the party pooper that his is, was yawing. I knew he was super tired because he came straight from work to dinner and now this. He asked me to not drink a lot and it is best if I don’t get drunk. He didn’t want a replay of my birthday last year. Which I understand but, got damn it, it’s my birthday. I do what I WANTTTTT!!! I agreed that I didn’t want to get drunk as well but when my sisters and cousin arrived they had something different in mind. We started by getting a round of Harry Potters. I don’t know what the drink was I just knew that it came with a show. The bartender lit the shots on fire as I wore a scarf, wizards hat, and held a magic wand while she did tricks. My sister Deja came a few minutes later and ordered a round of shots too. It was something that had to deal with the Lord of the Rings. So the bartender took 9 shots of Jameson, put them in a circle and light them all on fire. Jameson is my kryptonite and *Scott knew that too. He pulled me aside and said that is enough but behind me I had my sister screaming, “We are going to get you so fucked up!! What’s next on the shot list!!” I felt pressure from both sides. I wanted to drink but not get fucked up. I didn’t want to let *Scott or my sisters down. I excused myself to the bathroom because I was crying. My sister Gia followed not to long after to get me out. I went to talk to *Scott to let him know that he was ruining my birthday again and of course he stuck to his guns. I stormed out the bar in a major bitch fit. He followed behind me mad as hell. I let him know that I will not deal with the feeling of him being controlling and he can leave. So he tried to give me an ultimatum, “Fine you can do what you want, but if you get trashed, don’t come back to my place.” I said, “deal! And if it is at the cost of us breaking up, Oh well. I will not be controlled.” He stood there a little shocked. We go back in the bar and my sisters asked me what was going on. I didn’t give them every detail but I told them that he didn’t want me to get drunk because he didn’t want to take care of me. My cousin Jas , the wild child, said to me, “We hardly party together so we are going to have fun, and it’s your birthday, he is supposed to take care of you regardless that’s love, that’s what being in a relationship is for.” Next thing I know, my cousin is talking to *Scott about who knows what. A few minutes later Gia and Jas return to my side with his credit card. My jaw dropped. I’m thinking this has to be a test to see if I would get drunk. They said ,”nope, he said we can buy what ever we want.” Next thing I know they are ordering a shit load of drinks. I told them I didn’t believe it. I took one shot my sister bought me over to where he was sitting and the girls followed. It was as if his mood completely changed. My Jas refuses to tell me was she said to him. From that moment on it got wild. We toasted to my birthday and my sisters each gave a little speech. I did not cry because they will pick on me if I did. We were all having the times of our lives and believe it or not, everyone else got drunker than I did. We moved the party to a Mexican restaurant down the street. It got so crazy there. They were dancing everywhere with some random European guys that were drunk too. The night ended on an amazing note.

My Birthday Weekend Part 1

My birthday weekend was full of laughs, tears, drama, and a lot of love. I will begin with Thursday night. After I got out of class I went straight to *Scott’s house for the weekend. I was excited when I arrived because I knew I was going to get my birthday gift. He pulled out a pink Disney gift bag with all the princesses on it. I opened it up to find an authentic Victor Cruz jersey. He plays football for the NY Giants for those who don’t know. He wasn’t sure if I would be happy with my gift but I am. I would have never purchased a jersey with my own money and I have been talking about a getting one since last year before the Patriots picked up my favorite player. Friday night I had a dinner with *Scott and drinks with my sisters at a bar. I spent the day doing schoolwork and cleaning so I was running late to meet *Scott. I caught a cab to his job and jumped out before I noticed a text from him to stay in the cab. I didn’t realize that his job is the worse area to catch a cab, so needless to say he was pissed off. 30 minutes later and a couple blocks walk we finally found a cab. (he is correcting this story as I am writing it- he said he KNEW for a FACT I would like the gift, he just wasn’t sure about the size) Then we hit major traffic, which wasn’t there 30 minutes before hand when I jumped out the only cab in the area. Of course me, being me, I got really upset because he was upset. When we arrived to dinner it got worse. At the table I tried not to cry because he was ruining my birthday in my opinion. Yes, I know I am a big baby. We ordered food and started talking about something. He asked me what made me choose this restaurant. I told him I liked the food and it is real nice. He interjected, “Looking at this price, you had to have gone on a date here.” I told him I did not go on a date. A friend from out of town came and I was the only person who didn’t have a day job, so we had lunch there. He says, “well it was a date for him.” I started to get so pissed off at that moment because I knew that it wasn’t a date, and why would I bring him to a place that I had “special” memories if that was the case. I told him that I wanted him to go home and I would just go out alone. I added that I would also pay for this dinner, which was well over $100 at that point. He got so pissed off once I said that. Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t go tit for tat but, in my defense, it was my birthday and I do what I WANTTTTT! Somehow we both calmed down when we came to the end of the meal. We were trying to figure out who was going to finish off the last bit of the food. I began playing games with him, which again, pissed him off, but he stayed calm and it made me happy. He paid for dinner and we went for a long walk to Bloomingdales. He showed me this jacket he has been dying to buy and I cracked jokes on him the entire time. After a while I got a call from my sisters letting me know that the finally made it to the bar. 

Happy Birthday to me!

I turned 25 this week and to make it all worthwhile I spent nearly $2000. I paid bills did some repairs to my car, ate, went shopping, did more shopping, and more shopping. I wasn’t selfish. I bought things for my mom and sister. I wasn’t excited about the day though. I had to study for midterms and it was hard getting birthday text messages and calls every hour. I was excited to be up at 2 in the morning messaging *Scott. Him wishing me a happy birthday and sending cute birthday messages throughout the day. I won’t be able to see him until tomorrow. I am excited to see what he got me for my birthday. Since I bought myself a Gucci wallet, I don’t know if he can top that. I think it is something simple. So how does it feel being 25 and a so-called adult? I feel good. I couldn’t have asked for a better year leading up to this moment. I met the young man of my dreams, I am a few months away from my degree and dream job (fingers crossed in this economy), and I 'm looking better everyday. I’m aging like a quarter century FINE wine.

She called me his WIFE!!

I was excited for this past weekend. *Scott and I were going to tailgate the Rutgers vs. Temple University game. On Friday night we stopped to his parents house to pick up grilling items. When we got to the door his mother greeted us with open arms. I was really excited to see how happy she was to see us. She gave me a big hug too. While *Scott got his things together his dad made me a fruit smoothie while his mom and I watched wheel of fortune. Saturday we made our way down to Philly to tailgate and watch the game. The guys took nearly an hour to get the grill started. You know men are, never want to ask for help nor would they let me help. Grilling is a man thing. I had the best time getting to know a bunch of random people and drinking. The game was fun. Rutgers beat Temple U so that was an end to a great afternoon. After the game we headed back to his parents house for dinner. I was a little nervous since this would be the first sit down dinner we had at his parents house. When we arrived dinner was ready and might I add I was so freaking good! While we were eating dinner *Scott’s parents and I talked about how *Scott is a picky eater. We were eating shrimp and he didn’t want to eat them because he doesn’t know how to take them out the shell without destroying the entire shrimp. So his mom started peeling them for him. Then she tired to say something to me but I didn’t understand her so she spoke in tagalog. His sister translated what she said. “Since you are his wife you have to help him with the food”.  I smiled and said that I help him already. You can imagine how excited I was when I heard that. Later on in the evening we had desert and watched some tv. It started to get late so we prepared to head back to *Scott’s apartment in the city. His dad asked me if I wanted to stay the night. Yeah, I was so excited, but I had to say no since he wanted to make sure he watched all the football games that came on. I feel like they are finally accepting me and I couldn’t have imagined a better weekend. 

Sugar Daddy

So I stumbled upon a blog of a young girl today that caught my interest. I thought her blog was about fashion until I started to read how she obtained these luxury items. She is a “sugar baby”. I sat in awe as I read through her blog. She spoke about how she is being spoiled with gifts and such, how she is given an allowance, which is pretty much a salary. My first thought was, if a guy likes you, wouldn’t he want to buy you nice things and spoil you? Not a sugar daddy, a boyfriend. *Scott does not like being “asked” for things because he thinks that is being “gold digger” like. He has purchased me things before without me asking, things that he likes for me, but not things I want (like a cute pair pumps). I guess men have a different definition of spoiling their girlfriends. Some take them shopping, mines takes me to dinner, lots of dates, and mini vacations. I figure I can’t be a bitch about him not taking me shopping like most girls want their boyfriends to. I actually appreciate the way he spoils me with experiences and great memories. But, what do you think about girls who are constantly getting gifts from men? Would you want to be that girl? I know I have guy readers, what do you think about giving your girlfriend gifts?

Engaged

My younger sister (step) posted on facebook today a picture of her with an engagement ring on and it said, “say word!”. So, I started panicking. I couldn’t believe that she was engaged. My mind was racing. I was supposed to be the first to get married since I am the oldest right? I started screaming no!!!!!!!! inside and out. I just was upset. Not to mention she took a whole 10 minutes to reply to my messages asking is it true. When she replied, “say word, I only paid $5.50 for that at target” I was so relieved. I know it sounds bad but I would have been so jealous. I have been flirting with the idea of a future with *Scott. Things are getting very serious with us and I would hate for it to all be a waste of time. I really feel a horrible that I felt that way for a split second. That “why wasn’t it me” feeling. One day it will and it will not be announced over facebook. 

On Advice

Who has the right to give advice? I mean, if I ask my sisters for opinions about something that they may have not experienced is that ok? Is it ok that I give advice that I don’t take? Maybe. I think that well all know the right thing to do and we can tell everyone the right way to do it but, somehow we still choose not to follow our amazing advice that we give our friends. I think that my new friend *K and I connected because we are both clueless in some ways. I do have a little more experience in a relationship, meaning just 1, than she does. For me I like to know other people’s thoughts or opinions about things I go through. I figure, a set of fresh eyes might give me a better point of view on whatever. *Scott got a little upset that I was giving *K relationship advice that he knows that I don’t follow. I have my own way of going about things though. I am a very non-confrontational person, or at least I try to be that way. I feel like I am just rambling. Is it ok to ask for advice about your relationship from other people?

The Weekend

When I arrived I had forgotten that his sister would be here. I wasn’t nervous walking into the apartment though. I said Hi to her immediately and began talking about my drive there and what I would want for dinner. I asked her if she had eaten, what she had for dinner, and if she wanted something else. Pat myself on the back for not making it really weird. On Friday a few friends and I went to Comic Con!! I was so excited to finally experience it. I was excited to see people dressed up as actual comic book super heroes.. but then there were the people dressed up in cosplay. I wasn’t excited about that. I mean why pay money to be somewhere when you aren’t even interested in the event? I had a good time though. I got to see Adrian Curry from America’s Next Top Model. Afterwards the guys and I went to T.G.I.Friday’s and had an amazing time drinking. I coached one of my friends on how to pick up the waitress. She got a real big tip. We also spent the entire time talking in Italian, Jamaican, Irish and British accents. It was the most fun I had out in a long time. When I got back I was drunk and tired but, I managed to keep it together. The highlight was when his sister woke me up to get a girls opinion on her outfit. 

Vacation

**WARNING ... THIS IS AN EXTREMELY LONG POST**

I just had an amazing weekend. It has been almost 2 full weeks since I last saw *Scott. We all know how excited I was. Thursday night I sat in class thinking about how much I missed him and how I wanted to jump into his arms when we saw each other again. Well, I couldn’t do that. As soon as I arrived I was met by a bunch of guys watching Thursday night football. I was a little sad. I had to settle for cuddling him. Of course, I got what I was missing…wink wink! The next morning I drove him to his office and then spent the day doing homework and preparing to go on a mini vacation in Atlantic City. Due to New York traffic it took nearly 4 hours to drive from NYC to AC. I had a ball driving all the way down there until we reached the hotel. He had mention something that bothered me and I caught an attitude with him. I have to applaud him for his patience with me. When we met his best friend *Lonely Boy (who is not so lonely anymore) and his girlfriend *K, they could tell we were upset with each other. I took time to get ready and do my makeup while I calmed down. On the way down to dinner *Scott and I stayed in the room a few minutes to discuss why I was upset. This time he controlled his anger and allowed me to speak. I was very happy after that and by the time we got to our dinner table you would never know we were upset with each other. After dinner we went to a club in the Borgota hotel and casino. I was a little pissed that it was a $40 cover to get into the party. Once inside the guys bought *K and I drinks and we danced the night away.  Saturday morning came and we were ready to get the day started. While getting dressed I showed *Scott these new sneakers that I got from 9west, the Isabel Marant look-a-likes. His first comment was, “are those sneakers? Those look like something boricua’s would wear.” Again I got so pissed off because I knew he meant that they look like “hoodrat” sneakers. So I ignored him until we got to my car to put away our luggage. We sat in the lounge area waiting for *LB and *K, that’s when I decided to ask questions. I felt as though we were fighting to much for my liking. I asked him if he needed space from me, he said no. He wanted to know why I was getting upset at every little thing so easy. I told him, I am extra needy right now and I just need to feel like he wants me around. Again after that we went about the day as if nothing happened. Another fight resolved. I was happy.

Once we ate it was time to gamble. *K and I went to play penny machines and craps while the guys played black jack. I lost $20 and *K lost $40. When we went to check on the boys they were lost about $300. That wasn’t stopping them. So *K and I left to go shopping. We walked along the boardwalk for hours talking about our relationships and asking each other for advice. Outside of my sisters I rarely have a chance to speak to other women. I found out how much we are alike and how much our boyfriends are alike. When we returned to the hotel from shopping we found the guys still gambling but this time they won all of their money back and then some. Instead of going home *Scott decided we would go to stay at *LB’s house with his family and *K. I loved being there. The whole family seemed like a joy and I especially loved his uncle who is a Chinese Jamaican. Yup! He is Chinese and from Jamaica. He talked to us all night, until we went to sleep and then spent the afternoon with us watching football. Now we are back in the city and *Scott is watching football once again. Did I say I love spending time with *Scott. 

A Little Late

I watched Pretty Woman for the first time in my life today. Yeah, I know I am about a decade too late but I loved it. I had my mind going though. Could that type of relationship ever exist and work? Can two people from different places and experiences be randomly put together and fall in love? I thought about my relationship with *Scott and how I feel like I am the “pretty woman” of his life. I come from a relatively poor area and from very little money, while he comes from middle class and a great area. Like the movie we had a n understanding of what our relationship was going to be like; friends with benefits but, it all of a sudden grew into so much more. I do feel like sometimes he is my knight in shinning armor, and he feels like he “saved” me from the castle. I do hope to live out some fairytale relationship too. What girl doesn’t? In other news, it has been 9 days since I last seen *Scott. I miss him but I have been super busy. We are going away this weekend on a mini vacation so I will have more to talk about then.