Weekend Review

19 04 2009

I must say that I am really disappointed that I have not been able to consistently update this blog. Life has been in overdrive lately and I can’t say that I hate the chaos either. However, here’s the brief.

Thursday my dad came up to help me move into my new apt. Thank goodness he came because I don’t think I really would have made my April 25th deadline. Much appreciation to Derek (@derekrva) for letting me cut into his work time and dealing with the heavy lifting. Ugh. I really hate moving. Next time we’re hiring movers. I love this apt but shooo, it was pretty crappy that there were stairs and oncoming traffic to deal with. 0417090822a

It’s beginning to come together and I hope to have my ducks squared away for a housewarming gathering this weekend 🙂 But I remind myself to be realistic because I am going to Clemson on Wednesday for the Communication Studies Career Panel and won’t be in Asheville until after lunch tomorrow.

I am still in Charleston, looking forward to a brief introduction in the morning. I am freshly laundered and re-stocked on goodies, so all is well. This weekend was entirely too much fun. It is 11 o’clock and I still have my Alhambra bracelet on. Granted I was on Cinderella curfew last night, which quickly turned into last call after a very long day. I am not sure of the time, when I tucked in, but I was woken up around 5:45 or 6 to shower. I sluggishly obliged and came out to my mom and said, “What am I wearing?” She hands me some clothes and everything was a blur. We drove to Augusta and I was finally able to sleep sometime around Columbia. I don’t think I laughed so hard this month or even last month. Megan and Katie were keeping me stitched up in hilarity between “3 o’clock girls at 1:30”, my running list in my moleskine, the business card swap, and Katie practically reading my thoughts and keeping my lips buttoned before I really embarrassed myself. I saw everyone I have ever known in the past 8-10 years in one weekend. Talk about a blast from the past. As I wrap up another week and my thoughts run together, I prepare for a month. Until my next mental break…


My lists have lists…

4 04 2009

desktopMust be spring because my lists have been getting it on for some days now! This week has uncovered workplace emotions that have I have not really felt until this week. It has been a great exercise for my brain, but at a certain point on Friday my brain just stopped. I was looking at these phone call notes and trying to work on “inbox zero” and I couldn’t make anymore productive decisions. I think the moment I committed to bring the maxi-load of laundry home and jump in the car to Charleston did my day end right there. On the 4 hour drive home I was re-thinking phone conversations, to-do lists, and course of action for Monday. Today I offered to take the kids out to Sullivan’s Island and I’m thinking my time is running out to prepare for the next week. But I owe it to them, on Spring Break, and to myself to turn the brain off and just soak in the sun. So that is what I am doing today. I left my phone charger at home with the Slumdog Millionaire disc I had intended on bringing home for my mom. I was glazing over a book in bed, this morning, did I overhear my mom say,”She left the the disc at home” and my brother say, “She always leaves something.” I better pack the movie case now so I can return it to Blockbuster. Oh and I better grab the jacket I left on my birthday weekend, while I’m at it…

Weekend Review.

25 03 2009

Forgive me for going so long without a new post! I should have began on Friday. I would have said this week has been a bust and I did nothing on my actual birthday, but my car is locked and loaded for the party train in Charleston. I would have written this post if I wasn’t about the pack up my desk and answer a phone call from a prospective teacher for an event that would have occurred this week. I spent the next 2 hours trying to salvage and save face, tying all the loose ends for a job —done. I can’t say well-done, because this yielded no results, but a job done as I was told would be apropos. Timestamp 2:00pm.

I hopped into my car and pass my exit, then I glance in my rearview mirror and think, My eyebrows are hideous! Must wax now! So I pull off to my spot off of Airport Rd., the very next exit. I clean up my caterpillars and think, I would love to get my nails done, too. Maybe not. I asked how long it would take and was told 30 mins. So I was thought, Why not? It’s my birthday! Timestamp 3:00pm.

As I progress closer to South Carolina, I am doing the mileage math for my ETA. I just about make it to Columbia when I received a text from Bo. He said, In town yet??? How about cocktails, now! At that moment, I wanted a cocktail because I began to stand still in traffic around I-20 on I-26. This was at 4:46pm. I thought I’m cutting it close, but I’ll have sometime to get ready. Except, I was in Columbia for 45 mins!

So I try to hustle and let everyone know I’m running late. I told them to keep the reservation at 8:00pm and say it’s a surprise if the hostess was in a hissy-fit! So I slid into N. Charleston around 7:00 and catch up on phone calls. Make it to Patriot’s Point around 7:15pm. However, they couldn’t locate my room. Then, I realized I was at the wrong hotel! So after being flummoxed at Patriot’s Point I piled my things back into my car to hit Magrath Darby and pull in to the Hampton Inn. Thank you Shalai! You are a dream. It is 7:30pm, at this point, and I am hopping in the shower with a towel around my head because no time could be spared to ask for a shower cap or deviate from my already tight schedule. By 8:00pm I was just putting on my face and ready to walk out the door with Shalai! We got to the restaurant at 8:30pm considering I only took 40 mins to get ready!

Dinner at Social was great, the bottles of wine between us were divine, and the company of my dear hearts were tender. We finally had everyone caught up and headed to the Blind Tiger! Of course there would be a wedding party in half of the bar so we weaved in and out to the patio. Eventually, the night caught up to us, Ashley and I danced with the wedding group then some of my girlfriends wanted to take me out for some shots. We parted with the other half of our group and ventured to Wasabi’s. Basically, met up with some other friends and saw some familiar faces from Clemson. Tootsie roll, sake, and jager bomb put me in an overly good mood. Then I was swept away to the Saloon. A tourist trap, that I would never otherwise go into if it weren’t for the novelty of a birthday (or bachelorette party). Somehow we fought our way to the bar after having drinks spilled on us. Some strange man picked me up and put me on the bar. I heard my name over the speakers and realized I was being poured Jager from the bottle. In my classiest of outfits! Let’s just say I looked like something off of Upper King and look ill-fitted for my Market St. environment. We soon called it a night.

Then, my phone died. I didn’t bring the charger. I went to Ashley & George’s on Saturday morning after breakfast. There I discovered Shalai’s status that said, Hectic: I am not celebrating another Christina L. birthday every again. Soon after that we made plans so that I wouldn’t be disconnected and took baby Lord Hunley, their precious boykin baby, to my house to pick up Clarence, my precious baby brother, to head over to Poe’s Tavern on Sullivan’s Island. We all met at Poe’s for snacks and beers, sweet tea for the little one then I went to Verizon to beg for them to charge my phone for me. I had enough charge to get by for the day and some of the night. In the end, it was hopeless. I spent Sunday with the family eating all day and hanging out at my Aunt & Uncle’s condo. Headed back to Asheville around 8 and got home at midnight. I immediately rushed to the last place I left my charger and found it not there.

It was in my car the entire weekend in my work bag! Uggghhhh….

Post script. I had a speeding ticket from my travels to Edisto Island, last month. I got sick on Monday and went home to bed so I could nip the cold in the bud. Tuesday, I just realized I needed a money order. So I went to get Twilight on my movie pass and dipped into Earthfare to see if they issued MOs so I could be efficient. They don’t, FYI. So I went to Ingles to pick up a few things and get the money order situated. Except, I couldn’t find the inconspicuous envelope with my speeding ticket, money and debit card! I left my things at self-check and said I would return after checking with Customer Service. So I called Earthfare and went back to the parking lot to scour the store and had half of the shopping public in Arden looking for my ridiculousness. I turned my car over, moved the seats, emptied bags, rifled through Education Week and the Charleston Fashion Week supplement. Until I retraced my steps and leaned over my console, did I find said inconspicuous envelope in the passenger side door. A door that I opened four times and could not find. I feel like my angel was playing tricks on me. So I returned to Ingles to gather my things and retrieve my money order to send in the mail today. Today is the day before my court date so I had to call and say it was in the mail and plead not to hold me in contempt of court. Anyone going to the City of Charleston Municipal Court or know Officer Comer personally? Tell them, it’s in the post!