The Birthday WEEK

Birthdays Can’t Just Last One Day… Silly…

Birthdays are a time for celebration.  The world would be a totally different place if you weren’t here! “There is no one alive who

Posing with the birthday boy

Posing with the birthday boy

is you’er than you.”

With that said, Desiree and I decided long ago, celebrating a birthday for one day is silly… Birthdays deserve a week of celebration.  We have certainly had some memorable birthday weeks…

When we moved in with BK last May, Desiree’s birthday had already passed, and up to this point, we haven’t had the chance to celebrate any birthdays as the roommates yet.  Well, that all changed this week.  March 1st brought us BK’s birthday, and we definitely ended his birthday week with a bang.

The House Party

It all started with a Facebook event to invite a few people over for drinks Friday night.  Desiree and I ran around before the party, cleaning and gathering the random obvious materials.  Our last stop was the beer outlet where we got five cases, thinking that would be plenty.

Breaking for a picture before lining up the shots...

Breaking for a picture before lining up the shots…

Well by the end of the night, we went through over four of our cases plus the two cases other guests brought along with over six bottles of liquor.  I, apparently, became an expert bartender, and as the night progressed, Desiree and I would pour shots of anything and everything mixed together.  At one point, we were doing shots of sangria with our friends.  Everything became an excuse to do a shot – a new friend arriving, someone saying something funny, or discovering a new bottle… all reasons to drink.

Someone got really drunk and bumped into our TV stand… it broke.   Our TV thankfully is fine, but the stand cracked, and we need a new one.  That’s how you know it was a good party.

Okay, just so there’s no confusion, according to people who were there and after piecing stories together, it was Desiree and I who knocked into the stand.  It happens…  Whoops.

Nonetheless, we know how to throw a good party.  Now maybe the next time, we have a party, the roommates can manage not to blackout on the end of the night!

Popping Bubbles

Too Much to Handle

Desiree and I joke that friends can only hang out with us for a matter of one or two weeks before they realize we are too much to handle.  I’m not quite sure what it is about us that people can’t handle, but it’s a repetitive event.  So there’s something.

To others’ credit, we were a little ridiculous when we first became friends. Not everyone can have a weekend that lasts from

At Molly Maguires

At Molly Maguires

Wednesday night through early Monday morning and still hold a full time job.  But even since cutting back on that, people still tend to disappear.

Or just fade away.

Luckily though, we have a handful of friends who stick around.  They might not alway physically be there, but you know they’re there when you need them.  That’s all that matters anyway.

We’re a good time – Give us a chance. (:

The Bubble Theory

We have this theory with bubbles.  If you have ever had a moment where you feel like you are in your own world, and no one else is really seeing what is going on around you… you’ll get this.

Every once and awhile you are in a situation where the people around you are experiencing something on a whole different level than you, and you are left behind, wondering what is going on.  You are in a bubble, your own bubble, completely separate from the world.

The thing is, we all have our own bubbles, and when those people are experiencing the same event, their bubbles popped together, while you are left, floating outside the atmosphere.  Sometimes it’s a good thing for bubbles to pop.

Not always.

When an old friend, or, perhaps a guy from the past, enters the room with new friends, new guys.  It’s not always easy to watch their bubbles pop together. It’s even harder when your bubble refuses to pop, and there you are, left outside.

The best thing to remember in situations like this is that life always goes on.  No moment or situation will be everlasting.  Even if you are left in your own bubble the whole night, it will eventually end.

And tomorrow is a new day.  Oh, and if tomorrow sucks, it’s okay because…

The next day is a new one, too.

Just the girls

Just the girls

Working Out

Getting Swole

When BK goes to the gym, Desiree and I are forced to hear “going to get swole!” Everyyy time.  Well, now, Desiree and I are both, as he would say, “getting swole.”

We belong to Retro Fitness.  It is right around the block from my house, so in theory, that should make it easy to go.  Sometimes, though, life just gets in the way.  Call me crazy, but when I work a twelve-hour day, for two days in a row, then get a night off… I don’t exactly feel like spending my free time at the gym.

However, minus my few hours at Katie O’s last night, seeing Fish and the usual crew, I basically had an easy day.  So today, Desiree and I went to Retro together.  It helpes to go with someone to the gym, even if there is a movie playing on the big screen.  (P.S. The Vow was playing.  Love.)

A couple of weeks ago, I also met with a personal trainer, and yes, I was talked into signing up for that as well.  Tomorrow night, I have my training session.  I watch the girls with their make-up done and hair pulled into a perfect ponytail as they run effortlessly on the treadmill, and I know I won’t reach that point.  It’s just not in the cards for everyone.

Setting Goals

But it is nice to have goals.  Especially when it comes to eating healthy and working out.  So here is my overall, top goal:  BE HEALTHY!

Let’s start small on the track to health…

1.  Go to the gym at least once per week.

2.  Drink water.

3.  Eat more fruits and vegetables.

There are three little goals, and in a few months, I’ll reevaluate, but for now, that’s all I got.

Positive attitude is key, just like with most things in life.

Relocated

A week away...

Our home bathroom is currently out of use because of work being done on the shower, so Desiree and I have relocated to her parents’ home while they are away on a cruise.

Living with her younger siblings reminds me of back when I was a teenager and how different things are for people.  This is in no way, shape or form a rant… It is however a reflection upon what life was like when I was eighteen.

Certain things were simply expected.

The Expectations

1. My younger brother is ten years younger than me, and it was frequently my job to watch him, take him places, pick him up from friends’ houses and help him with his homework.

With my brother

With my brother

2. On that note, homework just was not an option.  It was my job, my responsibility, to get homework done.  No one was checking in to be sure it was done.  I simply earned A’s and B’s because that was what I was supposed to do.

3.  While earning those grades, doing my homework and caring for my brother, I worked.  I worked everyday, right after school ended as a Teacher’s Assistant at a daycare center near my house that I could walk to.  I had to because…

4.  If I wanted to drive, I was going to be paying for lessons for myself, paying for my own car and paying for insurance.  I worked to learn to drive and have that car I treasured.

5. My room was clean.  It was a reflection of me and my personality.  No reason it should be covered with a mess.

6.  I found my own rides to school.  My mother had to work to early, so I was responsible to leave on time by myself and get there.  If a friend drove, great… but if not, there is always that cool back seat on the bus.

Just a few things I remember from being younger.

Wonder if most people experience these responsibilities or have different reflections on their older teen years…

Back to the Basics

Remember when…

Desiree and I hung out for the first time in the beginning of 2011, only about two years ago.   So when Cinco de Mayo rolled around that year, it was one of our first mini adventures.

We decided to go to Tex Mex, which was, at the time, one of the few popular Mexican bars in the suburbs.  We were meeting our friend Heather and her boyfriend.  We drove up and down side streets before finding a spot 52 blocks away, give or take a block or two.  Then proceeded to wait in a line 100 people deep, and that is NOT an exaggeration.

That was our first Tex Mex experience together, and it was an awesome time.  Heather smelled the margarita and starting walking into people so her boyfriend left with her around midnight.  Desiree and I, of course, weren’t going home at midnight on Cinco de Mayo, so we drove the few miles to the PJ’s in Blue Bell.

We met some characters there, and code names were enforced (Stove).  It was one of those simple nights.  Nothing life altering happened, I’m sure people have had better Cinco de Mayos than that, but it was so easy.  So chill and fun…

And then we met those cover band boys.

We needed a night to go back to the basics.

Gotta Get Down on Friday…

Best friends

Best friends

The question of the night was where to go yesterday.  We bounced from Manayunk to South Street then remembered the PJ’s days.  So Desiree, our two friends Billy and Carmen, and I set off for Tex Mex.

No better way to start the night then a couple of margaritas, and I even got a parking space behind the bar!  It didn’t hurt to have a couple of extra strength 5-hours on the drive up either.

After our margaritas, just like Cinco de Mayo, we drove over to PJ’s and enjoyed some shots of jager, a little dancing and a good night.

Sometimes the best nights are the ones that go unplanned.

House Rules

The Unspoken Rules of Our Home in 19154

About a week after Desiree and I had moved in with BK, we were sitting on the couch watching TV, and he says to me, “So, you might not want to take a bath.”

Because…

“Well, the ceiling leaks over above the table downstairs because the water doesn’t drain quickly enough when you take a bath.”

And when was he planning to tell either of us…

“Well you both take showers anyway, but I figured I should give you a heads up.”

That’s just the beginning.  There are always rules.  School has rules.  Relationships have rules.  Parents have rules.  Life has rules.  Here are some of the house rules.

Our House Rules

Share the remote.  We get along fairly well when it comes to watching TV.  We can all agree on certain shows or movies like Knocked Up or Step Brothers.  An episode or two of the Office is always fair game, but if you’re a guy and you invite two girls from the 90’s to move in with you, Dawson’s Creek will pop up every now and then.  It is what it is.

Do your dishes, and rinse them off before placing them in the dishwasher.  It’s frustrating when the dishes pile higher and higher, and nobody claims ownership over any of them.  Sure, I will let a plate sit in the sink for a night, but eventually I’ll do my share.  I try to balance it out.  And on a sidenote, remember, the dishwasher isn’t a miracle worker.  If you had mint ice-cream with chocolate sauce, and your bowl is green and brown, rinse it out!  It takes ten extra seconds. Time it.

Respect each other’s limits, and praise each other’s accomplishments.  I don’t put the trash cans on the curb.  But I

In The Beginning

In The Beginning

bake, or at least I try to bake.  And I make ramen noodles at 3am after we all get home from the bar.  Desiree doesn’t clean the bathroom.  But she makes killer scrambled eggs.  And she took down all the Christmas decorations all on her own while BK was out and I was babysitting.  Lastly, BK doesn’t ever wash the blankets from the living room, and his pillows were flat when we moved in.  But he asks what we want when he does WAWA trips.  Oh, and he’s the one who takes care of the trash.

Communicate.  We’re roommates, we live together, we share everything.  If you live with someone and are forced to come home together, you have to talk.  It’s no fun to run and hide in your room.  You should want to spend time together.  If someone is bothering you, tell them.  Communication is key.

Make the memories worth remembering.  Stoop drinking.  Midnight pizza.  Drunk Jenga.  Roku.  Replacing the food that expired three years ago when we first moved in.  Not knowing what type of detergent to put in the dishwasher.  Passing out on the couch after a long night.  Nifty Fifty’s milkshakes… These are our memories.

I hope yours are just as good.

Hello 2013!

Happy New Year to all!

Fish Out of Water played at the Stadium Bar and Grill for New Year’s Eve, but now we are almost a full week into the new year and time for those new experiences to begin!

Like I said in my previous post, though, I’m keeping all those good memories and experiences going with 2013.  It does not always have to be a fresh start, and last night proved this.  Desiree and I drove down to PJ’s in Cherry Hill with our friend Allee and new friend Lisa and saw The Rockets.

Another night full of good times… and hopefully this is only a preview of how great weekends in 2013 can truly be!

New Year's Eve, 2013

New Year’s Eve, 2013