My Boyfriend Awkwardly Meets My Family (Without Me)

Two weeks ago was Easter. A holiday that has become less and less about the candy, and more of a time when I get together with my dad’s side of the family (mom’s side is Jewish). It was also the first time my boyfriend, Nolan, met my dad’s side of my family.

Nolan had already met my mom’s side at a Pre-Thanksgiving party my aunt threw back in November. I’m honestly a little surprised he didn’t leave me immediately after. My mom’s side of the family is definitely a little crazier than my dad’s. They made him play a drinking game where he ended up having to pick his nose and dance for them. Seriously, I’m surprised he’s still here after they scarred him for life.

Needless to say, my dad’s side was a little upset that I didn’t bring him to their Thanksgiving dinner. To be fair, I was still trying to figure everything out with him. My Aunt’s party was more of a casual thing and not as serious as Thanksgiving dinner with my dad’s side of the family. We’re still together now, he didn’t have any plans, and so Easter was the day they were going to meet him.

Nolan does not live close to me. He actually lives closer to my Aunt Mary and Uncle Ron, who were hosting Easter. That being said he also does not drive. Originally, he was going to come home with me after I went out with my friends Saturday night. That way we could all go together Sunday morning. Then he got sick, so that didn’t happen. After that he had considered taking public transportation and we’d pick him up from the bus stop. However, that turned out to be too complicated and so he decided he was just gonna Uber it. I was happy he wouldn’t get lost on the way there and that everything worked out.

Sunday morning, I wake up and realize that there is a small chance that he will somehow show up before my immediate family and I do. My family is notorious for being late. When I was younger, I used to refer to us as the Laters because we were usually among the last to arrive to any party. I don’t think it’s a particular person’s fault, I think it’s the combination of me, my mom, my dad, and my sister. I tell my mom about my fear and she assures me that we’ll leave a little early so we get to my Aunt’s house on time.

Surprisingly, we do leave on time. I obviously didn’t tell Nolan about my sudden realization because I did not want to freak him out. It was a small chance and things were looking up, especially since it seemed like we were all going to get there at the same time. It soon became a race on who would get there first. However, I think I acted too cocky and underestimated the true power of the Laters because the next thing I knew, my dad had missed the turn. It delayed us by 20 minutes. Of course.

Nolan was the winner and turned out to be the first person to arrive at my Aunt Mary’s house. To make matters worse, in the 20 minutes we were delayed, the rest of my family decided to show up. So by the time my immediate family and I arrived, everyone else had already introduced themselves to him and possibly grilled him. I don’t know, I was stuck in a car with my parents for those 20 minutes. The Laters strike again.

My poor boyfriend. I don’t know if this experience was better or worse than the nose picking incident. I’d like to think better? Though I did end up sharing the nose picking story with my dad’s side. One thing’s for sure, Nola’s definitely a keeper.

P.S. It was pretty smooth sailing after the beginning of the dinner party. Though it was awkward trying to figure out what exactly was talked about in those 20 minutes before I had arrived. At one point Nolan had to tell me that my uncle and him had already had conversation I tried to start. #mybad

Quick Random Story: Finding A Sock in My Dress

Introducing a new type of post on this blog. A quick random story is exactly what it sounds like. A quick/short story about a random thing that happened to me. Today’s revolves around a weird wardrobe thin

Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting at my desk a little bored. My workflow is very up and down sometimes. I noticed that my bra strap had fallen down inside my shirt. It was bothering me, so I reach into my shirt to address it only to find a sock shoved in there.

Yes, you heard me right. I found a sock in the shirt I was wearing. It was wedged between my shoulder and the fabric of my shirt. I had recently done laundry so I guess the sock got stuck there? I don’t even know. I think the sadder part was the fact I went like 7 hours without noticing it. You’d think I might have noticed the lump near my shoulder when I looked in the mirror to assess my outfit and later when I washed my hands. Or at least felt it wedged up against my shoulder, but no.

I’m still in disbelief that this happened in my “real life” and not some weird magic show. On the bright side, it was a sock that I thought I had lost. So at least there’s that.

P.S. It was a Minion (like from Despicable Me) sock.

Blast From the Past Weekend

Last Friday was St. Patrick’s Day, which most people use an excuse to party hard all weekend long. I certainly took advantage of this. Plus I’m Irish, so it’s almost like a crime. I expected to go out and have a fun time, that certainly happened. What I was not expecting was to run into someone from my past.

I’m just going to say it, I was a weird kid in high school. Definitely wasn’t popular. If you had to label me I would be a theatre/band nerd. My friends and I thought it was cool to hang around school taking pictures and obsessing over boys. We had nicknames for the boys we were obsessed with and everything. I look back on that time in my life and just question all the stupid shit I did. Personally, I’d like to think I became cooler in college and upgraded from just plain old loser to cool loser. I have fond memories from high school, but I don’t want to relive them with anyone who I wasn’t friends with at the time.

Fast forward to Friday night, I had just finished having a corn beef and cabbage dinner with my grandparents, parents, and sort of boyfriend. We’re Irish and that’s what you do. I call up my friend Will to see what he’s up to and he’s at this bar near my house that he frequents. My sort of boyfriend and I are a little tired, so this sounds like a good plan for us and decided to meet up with him.

For the most part I tend to avoid the bars in my town like a plague. They’re mostly crowded with old people or lame.The only one I will go to is the place my friend Will frequents because his family is famous there and it’s a nice place.

I walk in to find a slightly tipsy Will who escorts us to the bar where these group of people my age are. One turns to look at me and is like “Becky!” I am shocked as this kid, John, who I went to high school with recognizes me. This is not an old high school friend, this is someone who I went through school with from elementary to high school. He was definitely more a part of the popular crowd and I don’t think we’ve ever really talked that much. I’m pretty sure he was in one of my elementary school classes, but other than that we haven’t had much interaction. It was very shocking to me. I say again, I was a weird nobody!

I know what you’re going to say. You recognized him, why shouldn’t he recognize you? Well, I have always had a very strong memory and am really good with names/faces. If I’ve met you, the next time we I most likely remember your name and who you are. I’m aware that not many people have this ability, so not to look weird I sometimes pretend to not know if you have no idea who I am.

Back to the main subject, it’s still surprising  to me and I can’t help but wonder what he thought. I don’t think I’m very different from the girl I was in high school. Really, I’ve just upgraded. Unfortunately he never was like “You’ve come out of your shell,” or anything like that. So I’m left wondering.

Ironically, he was like, “Do you remember me?” I assured him I did, I have an excellent memory. I would most likely recognize many of the people I went to high school with. Especially the ones that went to my elementary school. He seemed just as surprised that I remembered him as I was that he remembered me. Maybe the fact is that you just remember the people you spent year after year going to school with.

Then again, in this same weekend I bumped into another person I went to high school with. Different night, and far away from my town. I only went to middle school and high school with him, but I definitely had WAY more interactions with him than John. This other kid signed my year book and we talked to each other. I stopped him in the bar to say hi, and he remembered my name but was definitely not as quick with my name as John.

The whole experience was just so strange. It’ll be interesting to see what happens when there’s actually some sort of high school reunion announced.

P.S. This other kid from my high school was also at the bar Friday night. Had no idea who he was, but he didn’t know who I was so it’s all good. So I guess my memory is not as perfect as I think it is.


Random Thoughts: Do People Listen to My Phone Conversations?

Ever since I got a pair of headphones with a mic I have been using them to talk on my cellphone. It’s especially helpful in the winter because my hands can stay warm in my coat pocket. However, I can’t help but feel like it makes me look like I’m talking to myself. At least when you hold your phone to your ear or have a Bluetooth piece in people usually make the assumption. I don’t think headphones paint that same image. I sometimes wonder what people think of me and if they listen to my conversations. If I were them, I probably would. This especially popped into my head yesterday when I was on the phone with my best friend Marley.

Marley is my best friend from college. Currently, she is teaching English in Korea and there is a 14 hour time difference between us. That doesn’t stop us from being able to talk. Thank god for the internet. Anyway we have started chatting in the morning before I go to work because our schedules work out. This has lead me to wandering the city, near my office, chatting on the phone with her with my handy dandy headphones.

Yesterday she was chilling at a cafe and it was super loud where she was. Since I’m plugged in, I naturally begin to talk (shout) so that she can hear me. She was also using headphones when talking to me so she could hear me just fine and I really didn’t need to shout. That didn’t stop me though. In my defense the people she was near were also shouting. It was like I had to be louder than them. Then add on the fact that we were also talking about something I was angry and passionate about. I must have shouted through our whole conversation.

When I eventually made my way to my office and my desk, the image of me wandering around the streets of New York shouting just struck me as funny. I swear I must have looked batshit crazy because I’m just shouting things like, “SHE’S AN IDIOT! THIS IS A HORRIBLE IDEA, I CAN’T EVEN! HE’S AN ASSHOLE!” I can’t help but wonder what the people I walked past must have thought of and how out of the ordinary I actually looked. I do live in New York, we are the capital of crazy people. Maybe I’m just an everyday person really or maybe I did actually look batshit. Jokes on them though, because I definitely am a little crazy.

No regrets though. So if you pass someone who is loudly on the phone early in the morning in New York, it might be me.

P.S. I think even without the background noise, I’m super loud on the phone. Not my fault that I naturally am just a loud person. Makes life more interesting.

Awkwardly Ignoring 12 Year Olds

I love going to concerts. There’s something about hearing your favorite songs performed live that is unlike anything else. I just saw DNCE in concert this week and oh my dear Jesus it was awesome. I was a huge Jonas Brothers fan when I was a teenager. So regular music loving me was excited to hear DNCE perform their songs (because I think they’re awesome), but my inner 16 year old self was freaking out at how close Joe Jonas was to me. It was a small venue with general admission so I was pretty close to the stage. So close that Joe/the rest of DNCE probably saw my crazy, awkward dancing. That’s one of the reasons I love GA shows because you can get close and it’s fun dancing in the crowd. The only drawback are pushy people.

If you’ve been to a GA concert you probably have come across the people who ask to get by you because they have a “friend” up ahead. You probably aren’t a big fan of them, like most people. I always wonder how many times they actually have a friend up ahead. I feel like half the time there is no friend and they are just working their way up. Personally, I never know what to do when this happens to me.

On the one hand, I’m a nice person and sort of feel rude just saying no to these people. If it’s just one person, then the likelihood they are actually meeting someone is high. I feel bad and awkward, so usually I just let people by. What can I say, I’m a sucker! However, at the same time if you wanted to be with your friends you should have gotten there earlier. I’ve been standing here for a long time and I don’t want to give up my spot to you people.

Of course this happened at the DNCE concert, because it happens at every GA concert I’ve ever been to. However, nobody got on my nerves more than these 12 year old girls who showed up and expected me to part ways. This makes me sound so mean because they’re 12 and I’m bigger than them. Hear me out though. First of all, there was like 4 of them wanting to get in front of me and my friend. It was packed where we were standing because we were pretty close. There was no where for them to go really! Second, their friend wasn’t making a big deal about them not being close. Third, they had clearly just gotten there. It would have been one thing if they had walked away, but no. I’ve been standing here for at least 2 hours. Fourth, they were annoying. Fifth, they didn’t even know which Jonas Brother was in the band. GAHHHH!

Awkward me held my ground for a while. Then they tried to shove past us only to be completely blocked by the people right in front of us. Thankfully, they had the great idea to go around us which was fine by me. They never came back so my friend and I enjoyed the concert 12 year old free. But still I felt horrible and annoyed at the same time. I can never win in these kinds of scenarios.

P.S. My favorite Jonas Brother is actually Nick, even though I think I like DNCE’s music more. It’s a toss up.

It Sucks to Be Me (Woes of a Sick Person)

You know that saying, you never realize what you have until it’s gone? I feel like whenever I am sick, this saying always comes back to me. It’s the small things that being sick deprives you from that really get to me. Thankfully, I have a pretty solid immune system. Unfortunately when I am sick, it means that I’ve caught something pretty bad and I instantly miss not being sick.

For example, about two months ago I caught a bad case of the stomach virus. Couldn’t keep anything down for a solid two days. In that moment, all I wanted to do was eat like a normal person without having to worry about the consequences. It was rough, but not as rough as what I have now.

This time I’ve been blessed with tonsillitis AND the flu. A double whammy. The universe must really love me or something. It is AWFUL. I’ll spare you the gross details, but this is the worst I have felt in a really long time. I think the most horrible thing about having both of these illnesses is that together I cannot eat anything. It hurts to swallow everything, even liquids. I thought not eating with the stomach flu was bad, but this is some next level shit right here. All I want most in the world right now is to eat solid food. Well that and a million dollars. I am currently forcing fluids and soup down my throat so that I can nip this cold in the butt ASAP. I have a few important events happening soon and I cannot be brought down by this cold!

That was my rant for the day. Please all of you have a delicious meal for me and enjoy your healthy lives.

P.S. The ONLY bright side is not going to work. So thank god for that!


“What Are You Doing Becky?! STOP!” – Thoughts of a Girl Who Continues to Make a Fool Out of Herself

Alright, I don’t know about you but I have a terrible addiction to embarrassing myself on camera/stage. I love to perform in shows and make videos. It’s one of my favorite things to do. What I don’t love is to watch the playback of these things. Yeah, I know that I’m contradicting myself, but let me try to explain.

When I am doing a show, I pour my whole being out on that stage and leave it there. I’m not thinking about recordings that are being made! As for the videos I make, I don’t have a good excuse. I realize I’m shooting myself in the foot here. In this case the fun of making the video outweighs the embarrassment. I also don’t mind watching myself in these videos because I already knew I was making a fool out of myself when I made them. However, I do get super embarrassed when other people watch them.

What brought this mini rant on? Well, back in November I was in a community Cabaret show. Basically it was a bunch of numbers all shoved into one super long show. It was crazy but super fun. The cast party for that November show was held this past weekend. I know, it’s 2 months after the fact, but the director wanted to host it after all of the holidays. Thoughtful right?

I went to say hello to everyone and to eat the food. It is tradition to watch the video recording of the show at these events. I was excited to see the other numbers I missed when I was not on stage. That being said, I was not looking forward to seeing myself make weird ass faces and doing ridiculous things. I might be too critical of myself, but I’m such a goddamn ham guys. Like seriously, when its time for me to be on stage or in front of the camera I just increase my hamminess factor by 100.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes.

I was in the most numbers out of everyone in the show. I had a solo, I was in all of the dance numbers and group numbers. Basically there were lots of moments to witness me making a fool out of myself. Watching myself in the dance numbers were by far the worst in terms of what-the-fuck-was-I-doing moments. Seriously, one number we did a lot of poses. I just couldn’t help myself with them and went crazy. There was voguing, lots of pointing, and of course crazy ass faces. I sat there like, “What are you doing Becky? You’re not cool! You think you’re being cool but you’re not! You’re being lame! JUST STOP! NO! WHY?!”

I think anytime I showed my face I was just like why?! Then I proceeded to cringe. I just cannot watch myself. I’d rather not see or know what people thought. It would make life easier. At least when I’m 60 I’ll have lots of material to make fun of myself. God help me.

P.S. On another note, someone I did not know at the cast party (it was open to friends and family of the cast) complemented me on my solo. Definitely made my day.