I can’t swim. When deciding what I was going to do this past Saturday, we originally planned for the beach. People couldn’t (and some didn’t want to) go. Debating what to do Pedro and I decided on a theme park. He chose Raging Waters, and I was hesitant. I’ve never been there, and I can’t swim, so I was nervous about going. I mentioned Six Flags and Knotts, but in the end I caved and said yes to the water park, where I believed I would meet my end.
We stopped by a Ralph’s for some liquid courage and to enjoy the park a lot more. Google took us to the back end of the park, and we had to find our way around until we spotted the entrance.
As nervous as I was, Pedro told me that all the drops are into about 4 feet of water, so that eased my nerves a bit. The booze and some (as kidvic calls it) Good Stuff! also helped a lot in calming me down. We ended up going with one of his friends, Nathaniel, and we all got a season pass for this year and next year, so I know we will be going back!
There was a point where we went back to the car to meet up with Ryan and load his luggage in my car. During this time we wanted another Good Stuff! Break, but the fucking lighter gave out. We were upset, but back into the park we went. At one point we found some chairs under the shade and knocked out for a bit while Ryan and Nathaniel went on more slides.
Overall a fun trip and adventure for me. Thank you Pedro for convincing me to go. Sorry for pushing you into the waterfall in the Amazonian River. You deserved it tho! 😜
Dear Chubbo Wubbo,
I read an article online today asking ‘what would you say in a letter to the love of your first relationship?’ I thought about it and it made me smirk. It made me reflect back on our past and I find it funny that in high school we were in a one year relationship that no one knew about. Well almost no one….with the exception of Blanca and Maggie. Guess we have them to thank for everything that transpired. It was that Truth or Dare game that started it all. Or was it that Taco Bell outing…..? I can’t recall what happened first, but all I know is that when we locked eyes, I knew that that was it for me.
I was in 9th grade and you were in 10th. Although it was probably puppy love, it was love -in the young high school teenage aspect of the word. You will always be my first in ALMOST everything that is expected in a relationship. I grew and got to really know a lot more of myself in that year. Being young and adventurous with what little we could do really was something. Some creativity took place too, I might add. Ahh, the memories.
More that a decade has passed us by and our contact is very minimal, almost non existent to be honest. Although we don’t talk, we still maintain some form of contact through social media; liking each other’s pictures and yearly happy birthday messages.
You found love, are in a long term relationship and he seems to make you really happy, and that makes me happy for you because you deserve it, you truly do. I hope I’m lucky enough to one day find what you have found in him with someone.
I guess what I’m trying to say is thanks. It was my first real relationship and it opened my eyes to a lot of things; specifically learning a lot more about myself as an individual. Granted, it took me years to acknowledge over half of them, but better late than never, right? Thanks for helping me find myself, for teaching me that I was unique and special, that I was always loved and that I mattered to you in this crazy world. I don’t know if you know this, but I appreciated it then, and I still appreciate it now. I never took that for granted. I may not have showed it back then, but over a decade later, I realize that that time I spent with you helped set the foundation for many things in my life. That’s something that can never be taken away, not ever and I’ll always be greatful for the time I had with you.
So last week I ended up going out to bars 5 out of 7 days. Suffice to say, I had plenty of fun this past week. To call each outing an adventure is an understatement.
So many memories were made and I got to meet some new people, which was super fun. This is my favorite thing on my phone from the past week:
Thanks guys for helping me make this past week one of the best so far this year.
How awesome is it to have a bartender that hooks you up? Let me tell you, it’s fucking awesome!! The fact that he’s also a hottie really is the icing on the cake. Free drinks, great conversations, I mean what else can I ask for? I don’t take advantage though, as I generously tip each and every time. I mean generously, so I think that helped a lot too. Makes me look humble, appreciative and greatful, which I am.
I have a feeling the first time was just him being generous. That then turned into him recognizing me, and followed by the awesome treatment I get every single time I go in. Free beers, mixed drinks, and shots of his favorite liquor. I gotta say, I’m super happy and greatful.
Thank you Jessica, you wonderful and beautiful girl, for the marvelous introduction. Love you!!
I’m developing a crush again. Only this time the circumstances are a lot different, and I’m interested to see where this leads me. They say curiosity killed the cat and if that’s the case then this curious feline is doomed.
I’m trying to keep my expectations on check, because let’s face it, when you don’t, things don’t always turn out the way you hope. I have to keep in mind that crushes tend to be an idolization of a person, so I can’t be shocked if it doesn’t live up to my expectations. But this time, it may live up to it. Key word: may. Too good to be true? Possibly, but in life the future isn’t written, so the possibilities are endless.
I don’t want to be left wondering “what if?” Worst case scenario is we end up becoming friends. If that’s the worst that can happen, then I shouldn’t worry at all.
I’ve been going hard at the gym recently. My food intake hasn’t always been the healthiest choices but I try to eat clean as much as I can. From where I was earlier in the year, I’ve seen lots more progress and I’m so happy about that. I was shirtless in Vegas at the Planet Hollywood Pool. Who would have ever thought that!? Not me, that’s for sure. I’ve still got a bit ways to go to get to where I want to be, and I’m excited that it’s closer and closer. 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼
My last post was dedicated to taking things at face value. Well that shit just flew out the window when I was placed in a situation of seeing my last fling at a bar on a date, and being a bit too boozed up to think clearly. It’s so stupid. I don’t know why I half converted into a teenage girl and we both played the “I saw you and you saw me” game, but neither one of us would initiate the first move in starting a conversation. I could be wrong and he probably wanted to just ignore me or didn’t think of me at all, but I don’t think so…..
I should have gone with my gut instinct. It told me to just go up and say, “hey! How are you? Hope everything has been good. Just wanted to stop ya to say hi. Enjoy the rest of your night.” But nope, that didn’t happen.
What’s done is done. You live and you learn. Next time regardless of what happens, I will trust my gut and do what it tells me.
I tried to convince myself that I was going to stop fucking with somebody, but then there I was waiting on them to do something to change my mind.
I’ve decided to stop the bullshit and take things for face value. People show you who they are. We can’t hope that they will change, because they won’t. If they act and treat you like they don’t care or give a shit, then they really don’t care or give a shit.
This goes for everyone: friends, family, dating, ect. I’m tired and done wasting my time and effort. I deserve better.
Am I Too Picky….?
I’ve been asked out on dates and have turned them down. Am I just so uninterested in everyone or am I being too picky?
Here’s a tip: Ask me out for pizza or nachos and I won’t say no. 😜
LB Night CAP
Yesterday was a crazy day at work. I had a 15 hour shift, which culminated with our inaugural event. Free booze and food and great music made the night really fun. Best part was hanging out with co workers who were clowning me about being a piece of meat for an attendee. Fuckers…. It was funny though and I had a blast.