Ups and downs

Man I felt like a loser this weekend.

On Friday night, I got so excited about a scavenger hunt that my friend Carrie had put together for us to play between bars, that I almost threw up running to find the clue. (literally, I had to go home early cause I almost vomited).

Saturday night we went out to “da club” and man did I feel out of place. First of all, I was wearing a t-shirt and flats. Woops. Secondly, there were at least three occasions when my roommate and I looked at each other to say “does katy perry sing this song??” (incidentally, the answer was ‘no’ all three times, and one time the singer in question was actually Chris Brown). It was one of those one-word bars that all seem exactly the same like “play” or “five” or “fly”. I didn’t bother getting the exact name until the next morning when I realized I lost my ID and had to email the general manager to see if anyone “turned it in”. (I still haven’t received my answer, rich@midtowndc.com) (And for those of you keeping track at home,yes, I have lost my ID and phone in the course of 4 days)

Then on Sunday, as if to cement my loser-ness, I decided to watch the Grammys. As I watched the red carpet, I realized I didn’t know 90% of the nominees or performers. I thought that Bruno Mars was someone from Menudo. I still have no idea who this “Drake” fellow is. And to top it off, I had to text my sister to ask if Willow Smith is a boy or a girl (by the way, that answer is still TBD, so any input would be appreciated).

But things are looking up.

It’s a balmy 60 degrees in DC today which makes me want to run down M St topless. Its valentines day which means there is a ridiculous amount of pink cupcakes at work today (and I always say themed-calories are the best kind of calories). And 90210 is on tonight and things have really been heating up recently between Mr. Matthews and Aunt Becky.

So to summarize:

Bad: vomiting from excitement over a SCAVENGER HUNT, left license at one-named club, 27 year old making Menudo references

Good: topless weather, calories and lori loughlin

Phone Dramz, lol, ttfn

There are certain phrases you never think you will get the pleasure of texting to someone. One of those phrases is “did a crazy foreign man call you from my phone today?”. Well friends, yesterday I had the pleasure of doing just that. And man oh man, did it ever feel good.

Let’s take a step back. Rewind three days to Monday when things weren’t really going my way. For one, I had the stomach flu. I spent a good deal of my day dry heaving, excusing myself from meetings for fear of barfing on my coworkers, and eventually laying on the couch at home in pain. This trend continued through Wednesday, and I wasn’t in the best place. I woke up Thursday morning all jacked up for my weekly trip to Philly, salivating at the idea of being motion sick in a cab, train or rental car for over 6 hours of the day, and sitting through 7 hours of meetings. Everything was sure coming up roses.

But then everything changed. Something magical happened. I got on the train to Philly and quickly realized my cell phone was missing. To some, this might have been a bad thing, but I didn’t care much. Walk with me while I explain my phone situation, will you?... My phone is from 1984. It has a slide-out keyboard popular about 10 years ago with tweens, and is called a “Rumor 2”. There is also a large permanent decal on the back proclaiming “RUMOR 2”!! on it in case there was any doubt that LG’s target market with this particular product was 12-16 years old justin beiber fan (well, i guess they got me half right). In short, I love my phone, but considering it probably is worth about $10, it wasn’t such a big loss.

I considered my phone a lost cause and just chalked it up to something else ive lost in a cab (other things i have lost in a cab: lip gloss, credit card, half a slice of pizza, self-worth, dignity), but I was talked into at least calling it to see if anyone answered. And dear lord, did someone ever answer. The convo went a little something like this:

Cab Driver: “HELLLOOWOWWOO?!”

Me: (laughing hysterically) “um, do you have my cell phone?”

Cab Driver: “YES! CELL PHONE! HELLO!”

Me: “wow, ok. How do I get it?”

Cab Driver: "YEs!!!"

Some more conversation transpired and I got the message that he was bringing it back to envirocab “headquarters” (which I later came to found out is a scary unmarked dark room on Columbia Pike)

Fast forward to hours later when I go pick up my phone at “HQ” and look through my calls. The cab driver called... My mother. at noon on a Thursday. After I had already talked to him and made plans to get my phone myself. Apparently he wanted to call my mom to scream “YES YES YES” into the phone at her, which she thought was “JESS JESS JESS” and subsequently thought I had gotten abducted.

He then called back everyone who texted me during the day. Thank you for that, sir.

It was strange. It was confusing. It was glorious.

And thank god I have my precious phone back in my possession so I don't have to go buy one of those "smart phones" all the kids are talking about.

In other news:

Yesterday I didn’t have any change when I parked on the street and had to feed the meter, but what I DID have was a piece of paper and a pen. So I got resourceful and wrote “BROKEN METER” on a piece of paper and stuck it on my windshield. Viola. Dishonest? Certainly. But it sure did the trick.