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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

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.

 

Things I’m Hoping to Avoid in 2017

It’s a new year and like most people I am happy to see 2016 go. Most people take advantage of the new year by wiping their slate clean and setting some goals for themselves. While I do have goals for myself, I thought it would be much more interesting to go in a different direction. 2016 really threw a lot of crap at me that I didn’t want any part of. Maybe you felt the same? In 2017 I’m hoping to swerve left and avoid that shit and some bad habits I picked up along the way. So today I am bringing you a few of the things I’m hoping to avoid this year.

  1. Ranting About My Best Friend’s Sucky Boyfriend 
    To be honest, I’m surprised I have not blogged about this because it is something that I constantly talk about in real life. One of my best friends started dating this guy at the very end of 2015. They had a long distance relationship at the start of 2016 and now he’s back home for good. I’m not going to get into all of the details but basically they have an unhealthy relationship and I am not his biggest fan. It’s not that he’s a terrible person, I just don’t think he’s right for her. I also don’t like the fact that he’s judgmental. There’s actually a lot of things that I have issue with. Okay, I need to stop going into to detail because then this post will be over 2000 words long. You don’t want that, I don’t want that.Anyway…most of my friends and family are sick of hearing me rant about this. I’m sick of ranting about it because I’ve realized it’s not healthy for me. Also, me telling my best friend is not doing anything. She has to make her own choices and come to realize things on her own. I’ve got my own love life to deal with. So avoiding ranting about their relationship will be better for everyone!
  2. PROCRASTINATION
    Raise your hand if you have put off doing something you planned on doing in 2016 and never got to it. I expect to see a lot of hands here. I see you fellow procrastinators, I see you. Just so you know both of my hands are raised, that’s how bad I’ve been with procrastination this year.When I graduated from college a few years back I thought there would be less stuff to procrastinate in the “real world.” Turns out there’s just as much if not more. I have been a bad writer, a bad creative project starter, and a bad job applier. At the start of the year I had a few creative projects I wanted to either start or finish. I did not meet any of my goals. This year I need to finish something and get serious about the things I want to do. There is no time like the present. While I know there will be things I put off, I’m hoping to avoid procrastinating less frequently.
  3. Stupid Arguments
    This election year just brought the worst out in everyone! While I was good at avoiding fights on Facebook and social media, I was less good at about avoiding these arguments in real life. It would start off as an regular discussion and then all of a sudden BAM! I found myself in the middle of an argument that either started from a stupid reason, was over something stupid, or was just stupid in general. It would be one thing if by the end of this argument all parties involved came to some sort of understanding, but usually that never happened. What I’ve learned, especially this year, is that when someone is very passionate about something you’re not going to change their mind. 2017 I plan to avoid getting involved with stupid arguments because they are stupid for a reason. It’s unnecessary. Instead I will spend these efforts on productive actions. Actions are what really matter.
  4. Even Stupider People
    This goes hand in hand with stupid arguments. I’m a pretty easy going person and tend to give everyone a chance. Which I will continue to do, but once people have proven to be stupid or are not worth my time, I’m not going to deal with them. I don’t need these people in my life, you probably don’t need them. In fact, nobody needs the people, so let’s all collectively avoid them!
  5. Worrying So Much About Other People’s Shit
    A problem that I seem to find myself in a lot is getting really involved with other people’s drama and problems. Again, I’m a nice person and I care about my friends. I want to be there for them and help them. However, I don’t need to disregard my shit for their shit. Or more accurately, let their shit take over my life. I gotta deal with my own shit and stop disregarding it. If I don’t, it will just pile up and I’ll be swimming in this giant pool of shit which sounds awful. I need to avoid this giant pool and worrying so much about my friends shit in general.
  6. ….Falling All Over The Place
    Okay, you knew this was coming right? This final one had to be obvious. While I do like the fact that these clumsy moments make life more interesting, the bruises that come with them are not fun. It would be nice if I could avoiding falling all over the place and only in just some places instead.

Those are six things I’m looking to avoid this upcoming year. If you couldn’t tell what I really want out of this year is to focus on my own personal goals. Those are kinda important. Feel free to leave comments down below of your goals or things you’re looking to avoid in 2017. Happy New Year!

P.S. I almost put a few certain people on my “Avoid List” but decided to avoid the potential drama that could come from this lol

Navigating My Writing Woes

Hello, my dear blog. It’s been an extremely long time. Fear not, for I am back with the intention of updating this more frequently. I have been busy with creative projects, traveling, work, and getting my shit together. While my shit is more together than it was, I have a long way to go. Anyway…ON WITH TODAY’S TOPIC WHICH IS WRITING!

One of the goals I set for myself quite frequently is to write more. Not only blog posts, but also work on my creative projects. I am the process of writing a book! Something I have been working on for the past 2 years which is so crazy! You’d think, “Wow Becky, you’ve spent two years working on this thing, you must be in the editing stages or almost finished.” You would be completely wrong…

Gosh this is so embarrassing to admit, but I have not even reached the halfway point yet! GAAHHH!  Part of the reason why I’m sucking at putting in the work is I am so god damn lazy. There’s also my TV addiction, writer’s block, and the fact that I’m working on other creative projects. I know, I know! I need to get a grip! Writing is hard though guys. I think my biggest problem is I don’t always know how to execute the many ideas I have, which is where the writers block comes in. Also, I’m just so fucking lazy.

With 2017 fast approaching, I’ve made a decision to just sit down and get to work. There are many things that I want to do creatively aside from finishing this goddamn book and I’m just going to do them. Here is a short list of my current creative project goals:

  1. FINISH THIS BOOK!
  2. Write more comedy sketches
  3. Come up with a stand-up routine (I want to be a comedian)
  4. Make a video
  5. Blog more, obviously!

Instead of waiting for 2017 to actually arrive, I will be starting today. One of the things I try to live by is “No day but today.” If there’s something in your life that you’ve been meaning to do, here is your push to just do it. There is no time like the present.

P.S. Sorry if this post sucks! It’s been a while and I need to get back into this whole blogging thing.

 

Bathroom Line Conversations

More often than not there is a line for the women’s bathroom.  There’s no avoiding it no matter how hard that you try.  I mostly mind my own business but sometimes you run into quite the characters waiting in that line or in the woman’s bathroom itself.

I bumped into one of these characters on my way to the bathroom yesterday.  It was a one stall bathroom and this old woman and I happened upon it at the same time.  She was very kind and asked if I had to go really bad.  I didn’t and told her to go ahead.  Side note, even if I had I probably would have still let her go first because I feel like it is an unwritten rule that you always gotta let the old lady go first.  So she goes and I wait.  When she gets out some time has passed but she felt that she took a long time so she apologizes to me.  The way she did it was so funny I had to share (though it is kind of tmi haha).  She says “I’m sorry, when you get older it dribbles out.”

I can’t even comment further, the statement speaks for itself.

P.S.  Old people are my favorite.  Literally you never know what’s going to come out of their mouth.  It’s why hanging out with my grandma is a ton of fun but also a little scary.

The Art of Faceplanting

Faceplant (plural faceplants)
1. (informal) The act of landing face first, as a result of an accident or error.

 Faceplants are not your every day occurrence.  Even when you’re as clumsy as I can be, they only happen every so often and thank god for that.  Unless you’re able to catch yourself really quickly or have cat like reflexes,  falling on your face hurts!  There’s no cushion like when you fall on your ass and it’s hard to pretend like it didn’t happen, especially when you’re leading the pack coming out of the subway.

Recently, I went out with my friend to the Lower East Side.  It was a good time though I was a little bit of a hot mess on our journey home, especially in regards to the subway.  So I follow my friend down but I sort of lose him on the stairs.  I wore heels that night because I wanted to dress up a little bit.  Surprisingly I have mastered walking in heels on a flat surface, stairs not so much.  Eventually I get down there and see my friend waiting for me.  I touch his shoulder, he turns and I realize that the person who my hand is on is not my friend but an attractive guy.  Talk about awkward.  Thankfully my friend pulled me in the opposite direction soon after because we had gone down the wrong side.  See what I mean about hot mess.

The most embarrassing moment however was exiting the subway I missed a step, and where you guessed it, I faceplanted.  Thankfully it wasn’t a hard fall, but still super embarrassing.  There were people behind us who had also made the same mistake.  Not gonna lie I was afraid I was going to get trampled or something.  The worst part was that I almost fell again because in the heels made it hard to get back up.  I guess the lesson learned here is always watch your step when coming out of the subway.

P.S. That guy was so cute, I almost wish I had talked to him even with the potential of embarrassing myself more.