The First Day of the Rest of My Life

Monday, May 26, 2008

Okay, so I went to Las Vegas and lived to tell about it. I'll be sure to give you a more detailed story later, but, for now, some bullet points to jog my memory...

- Seeing Criss Angel
- Needing more than 6.5
- Two thrill rides, one on a roller coaster, one on an elevator
- Seeing G
- Seeing G's sister
- Seeing G's sister's cleavage
- Seeing cleavage everywhere
- Herding cats
- Sucking for a buck
- American Modernism
- Rockin' pinays
- Slip-slidin'
- Fast cars
- Dining animal style
- Needing tax forms on vacation
- Bad money management
- Room sharing

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Hello. My name is Greg, and I'm 30 years old.

Just practicing for when I have to say that out loud later...


Sunday, May 18, 2008

So if you're a friend of mine on Myspace or Facebook, you've seen me countdown the days till my birthday. I'm surprised no one has told me how annoying it was.

I honestly thought I'd handle it better than I have been. To be honest, on the outside, I've shown the world that I'm ready to turn 30 (and for the party to come along with it). Inside, I've been a nervous wreck. It's not so much about the number, more of a flare-up in the anxiety that I've been dealing with for some time. I've been seeing a counselor for the last few weeks. To be honest, I'm not sure it's really helped out a great deal. He's given me some things to think about, but it's mostly been me telling him about stuff that's happened to me. (Maybe that's why I've not been blogging much lately...)

Now I find myself less than 51 hours away from the big day. Tomorrow, I concern myself with waiting to hear back from a job that I interviewed for last week. I actually applied with this same firm last year, but got turned down due to a personality assessment I took prior to the interview. This time around, I passed the assessment with flying colors. The interview I had Thursday morning seemed to go okay. There were a couple of answers that I flubbed, but overall I was okay. I can never seem to judge how well interviews go. I interviewed for a supervisor position at my work some time ago, and thought I did great. Turns out I was in the bottom half of those that they talked to, and didn't make the first cut.

After that comes doing laundry for the trip, packing, and then celebrating in Las Vegas. (We're staying at the Luxor, if anyone out there still would like to come party.) I figure a little reflection will come during the next few days as well. But, until then, off to turn on my TV and try to drown out the anxiety...

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Monday, May 12, 2008

"You think too much."

This was told to me by a woman that I've been kinda seeing these last couple of weeks. I don't know why, but I think this helped me out more than the hour I spent talking with my counselor.

Oh yeah, did I happen to mention that the woman is 37?

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Tuesday, May 06, 2008

When I got home from work today, a package was on my doorstep. I was expecting something from the out-of-town woman I've mentioned here before. She said that it was stuff for me and for her, some things that she would "pick up" from me later. The contents of the box included:
  • A musical greeting card that plays "Satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones.
  • A hand-written note, folded up old-school with an "open here" tab.
  • Nine photos, four of her and I, five of just her.
  • A red photo frame with a picture of us from the night we met in Austin.
  • A paper bag containing a tube of female response creme, a tube of strawberry-flavored "GoodHead," and a strawberry-flavored condom
  • One pair of extra low-rise hipster panties (black with pink lace, if you're curious)

"Just open it and don't freak out on me" was her advice to me when I told her I got the package. I haven't freaked out on her yet, though I plan to later tonight.

If nothing else, there was a bit of bubble wrap in the box. And I love me some bubble wrap...


Thursday, May 01, 2008

Saturday night, I ended up watching C-SPAN. In their annual recognition of life outside Washington, D.C., they showed the Annual Correspondent's Dinner. After watching many different people walk down the red carpet, including Jenny McCarthy, Colin Powell and Lauren from The Hills (?!), I saw probably the most profane, funny, and heartfelt postcard to America from someone who just recently joined the club.

Have a gander, won't you?

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