Wednesday, December 28, 2005

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Monday, December 12, 2005

Part 3

(Continued from last post)

So I fast forward a couple days to Friday. It was February 12th 1993. Why do I remember that day? Well I remember it for a couple reasons. The first was because it was the day I was asked on my first "real" date. It was going to be a group date, but it was still going to be a date. The date was for the following Sunday which was going to be Valentine's day, and the guys were going to take us girls out for bowling and dinner. I was nervous and excited. No one had ever asked me on a date before. Yes, I was sixteen, almost a month away from 17, and never been on a real date. I had always just met guys through friends, and well, just hooked up and became a "couple". So my stomach was filled with butterflies.

Another reason that day sticks out in my memory was the bomb threat.

The day started like most days, with my mom dropping me off at the smoking section on her way to work. (Yes it was an official smoking section at my school. It was closed down at the end of the next year, so my graduating class was the last to have it.) I walked in, searched for and found Chrissy talking to Todd and another of my friends Michelle. So I walk over, and Todd asks me to help pull his hair back in a pony tail. As I'm straightening his pony tail, he asked me if I would like to join him for dinner and bowling for Valentine's night with the "group". I blush (there's that damned blushing again) and say yes. So we all start talking about something or other, and then I realize that I am out of cigarettes. So I ask Chrissy if I can bum a couple until we can go get some at lunch. She opens her pack and only has one left. Michelle states she is out too. So we collectively decide that it is more important to ditch 1st hour and head to Circle K for smokes and then to Dunkin donuts for breakfast. So off we go in Todd's huge, ugly, bright blue, "hoopty" Chevy Impala. As we sneak back on campus through the back gate, we notice everyone, and I mean everyone evacuating all the classrooms and heading out to the football Stadium.

In the chaos, I manage to find a classmate from the hour I just ditched and she fills me in. A man phoned in a bomb threat and was believable enough to cause 3000 students to evacuate. So we follow everyone to the field and find a place on the bleachers. You would think everyone would be freaking out, crying, stressed out, scared or in panic mode. Well, as far as my memory serves, it was not like that at all. It was one of the funnest times that year. It was like a giant get-together or party on the bleachers. Somehow a few people managed to have a radio, so we had music blasting over the PA system, the faculty were too frantic and busy to stop us from smoking, and to top it off we weren't in class. Hooray!

No one REALLY believed there was stupid bomb. We watched the cops arrive with the robot they send in to dismantle suspected explosives. It turns out it was some kind of smoke bomb or a poorly put together bomb that didn't go off. It was disposed of, and by that time it was lunch, so we were all told to leave for lunch but there was no reason that we shouldn't return at the regularly scheduled time. So we leave (with no intention of returning of course). My house was the closest so we headed there. Before we left, I called my mom and asked if "the gang" could come with me. She said it was cool.

Now I had been talking to my mom about this guy, Todd, that Chrissy was setting me up with all week, so my mom was excited to meet him and see what he was like. She told me she would bring us all lunch to the house so she could meet everyone. I remember when she walked in, she saw these two long haired guys and kept looking from one to the other. She later told me she was praying that the one with the piercings and tattoos wasn't Todd, and was so relieved when I introduced that one as Colby. We talked about the craziness on campus (minus the details of ditching 1st hour) and what we had planned for Sunday. Everyone loved my mom with her Southern accent, good sense of humor and unsuccessful attempts to be "cool" in front of my friends. It was a great time.

I knew most students were not going back to class that day, claiming that their parents were too afraid to let them return. So they decided there was to be no official attendance the rest of the day. With that information, do you even have to ask what our plans were? Well they DID NOT include driving back to school, that's for sure. My mom decided that was fine, she headed to work and we hung at the house for a couple hours so I could be there to answer the automated phone call that is made to parents when you turn up absent from one of your classes. And you had to listen to the entire message, because if you hung up in the middle, it would call back a couple hours later. So the call came,

"This is Dobson High School calling to inform you that your child has been absent from one or more classes in the most recent school day..." blah blah blah

I listened, hung up at the end of the call, and left, excited to spend the rest of the day sans teachers, lockers, dress codes (that I was always violating) or tests.

And off we were again, for another adventure in the big, blue "Hoopty-Mobile. "

Details of the date will follow...

Friday, December 09, 2005

Story Part 2

PART 2

(continued from last post)

So the next day, Chrissy tells me they are having band practice and that I should come. I was still sketchy about being hooked up with Todd, but I’m a sucker for musicians and local bands, so I go. They practice at the Guitarist’s house. His parents closed off the garage and sound proofed it to make it into a practice room. I was impressed. I walk in and am introduced to the band. Todd acts like he could care less that I am there, Terry the guitarist is friendly enough, Dan the bass player just smiles hello (extremely shy guy), and Colby the singer is super nice and I knew immediately that I would become great friends with him.

So Chrissy, Beckie (guitarist’s GF) and I leave the practice room and go outside to smoke and talk about the “boys”. Although it is soundproof, we can still hear the music out on the driveway, and I discover that they are really good for a high school band and I like their sound. Chrissy and Becky proceed to tell me that ever since the other day, all Todd has talked about is me, and how he wants my number (???) They ask me (in true high school style) if I like him. Do I think he’s hot? Etc, etc. I explain that all through Jr High we ran with different crowds who didn’t like each other. He was a complete snob (short hair that was always styled just perfect, in the school band, preppy looking clothes); I was a scary stoner ( black eye makeup, black clothes, jean jacket with Metallica and Iron Maiden written all over it and all).

Becky says he has completely changed, and I can see that, because now he has long hair, dresses WAY different, etc. And now that I can get past our mutual “dislike” for each other, I notice that he IS kinda hot…

Well the music stops and we hear the guys come outside to join us. They are all sweaty (which I have to say looked nice) and hopped up on adrenaline from getting a new song together. (That song will later become my favorite of them all, Power of Destruction) After some small talk they invite us to come in and listen to them jam a while. I become fascinated with the drums and Todd’s double bass skills, amazed that the singer Colby is barely 15 years old and has more tattoos than anyone at our high school, and both nipples pierced. Just as I realize that I am going to love hanging with these guys, I also realize that I have to go. My mom needed her car back, and I had homework. So I get up, explaining that I have to go, lingering as long as I can waiting for Todd to get the nerve to ask for my number. After a long awkward pause I leave and head to my car, cursing Chrissy as a liar under my breath.

But, as I’m about to get in the car, Todd comes running out with a piece of paper and a pen and asks if I would mind if he called me. I blush (I can never control that reflex) and say of course I wouldn’t mind as I'm scribbling down my number. He says he will see me in the smoking section with the others in the morning. I say okay, close the door, start the engine and drive home, huge smile upon my face.

…more later…

Thursday, December 08, 2005

A Story - Part 1

For the last 2 months, for some reason, I have had intense dreams that include my ex. Not my recent ex, but my ex from about 10 years ago. (Damn that makes me feel old writing that) As I have maybe mentioned before, I think there are reasons that people show up in dreams. It’s not always clear to me why people show up in our dreams, but I believe it is not just a random thing. I loved this guy with all that I had (or as much as a 16 – 20 year old girl could). It seriously took me 5 years to get over him after we broke up in 96. I still believe that he and I should have been together, but our timing was wrong. Too much to explain.

But why had he returned to my dreams for a while there? Was it the familiar pain of having my heart ripped out by someone else recently, that brought him fresh to my mind? Is he thinking about me? Has he also noticed that “our song” (Black from Pearl Jam) keeps coming on the local radio lately after about 8 years of almost no air play? I doubt it. I think maybe I am just needing to write about it. I never have. This is the story of my first true, serious, long term, relationship. The FIRST man I thought I would be with forever, and yet the funnest time of my life.

It all started late January or early February, 1993. It was brisk but not too cold outside. It was my Junior year. My friend Chrissy and I were leaning against the wall in the smoking section at school. She was quite the mischeivious person, more mischeiveous than I knew at the time. She was telling me about this Sophomore guy that she has been dating, and his band, and how good they are, blah blah blah. The other guys in the band went to our school too, and she said I should hang out with them sometime or go to their next practice. I told her I would next time they get together. Then the warning bell rang, so we stomped out our cigarettes and ran to class.

We met again for lunch that afternoon and she proceeded to tell me that she was talking to her boyfriend’s drummer about me and that he said he has noticed me for a while and wanted to meet me. I was skeptical, but said fine, I’ll meet him when we get together. She suggested that I sneek out of Geometry class early the next day (this was a normal ritual) and meet her in the smoking section because he has auto shop (next door to smoking area) and she will have him meet us there. I said fine.

So of course I wore my cutest little pleated black skirt and knee high tights (shut up they were popular at the time – and yes I actually used to wear skirts, although it was rare) and I curled my hair so that it looked hot, but not like I was trying to hard. Geometry ended early (ha ha) and I walked into the smoking section and met Chrissy. The only other people in there were these two guys, one scary looking guy and this guy Todd that I went to Jr High with that I hated and who hated me. So I look at Chrissy and say “so where is he?”

Then I realize that she mentioned that her boyfriend’s drummer’s name is Todd. This look of horror comes over my face. I say “Chrissy, that’s Todd (his last name here)!!!”

She says, “Hey how did you know his name?”

I gave her a look of death as she pulled me over to him and his scary looking friend. They were both in coveralls covered in grease from shop class, deep in conversation. Todd didn’t appear to enjoy the interruption, and this struck me odd as Chrissy had just told me that he has been wanting to meet me for a while. And I thought he hated me, so why would he want to meet someone he doesn’t care for?

He looks at me and it registers who I am as Chrissy is introducing me to him.

He says, “Ya, I already know who she is. Hey (my last name here)” referring to me by my last name with a snotty smirk on his face.

I grabbed her arm, and dragged her behind me as I walked off.

You can forget about whatever little ‘hook-up’ you had planned. He hates me. He has since 7th grade. So just forget about it.” I said.

I’ll talk to him. Now let me use your lighter” she said as we walked towards my car to ditch the last period of the day.

...To be continued...

Friday, December 02, 2005

So, a month later...

Am I any more sane? uh...no.

Am I any more "over him"? umm...not quite yet...

Am I feeling better? nope.

Have I found a better doctor? lol, nada.

Am I glad to be back? YOU BET!!

Okay, so I'm back. It seems to always be an on again - off again thing with me and the blog-ster. Well I keep coming back and he keeps letting me in. All I have to do is flaunt my password and here I am again.

So you might ask what's been going on? Uh...literally nothing. Every day of the last month has somehow faded into each other and suddenly a month has gone by.

Thanksgiving...gone. I watched reruns of That 70's show and ate peanut butter toast. I was going to cook a small Thanksgiving dinner but I didn't feel up to it. I was too late getting back to a friend for her to come over and my dad chose to have dinner with his ex instead of me. But I really like being alone sometimes. I was feeling pretty bad and wouldn't have been much company so it was better off that I was alone anyway. Christmas will be different. It's going to be at our house this year. Me, Martini, Mellow and Mojo. And it's gonna be an Italian Christmas. What is that you say? Could it be that we all get to bring tall dark and handsome Italian to dinner. Unfortunately no. But we will all prepare the next best thing...Italian FOOD. One thing I know will be on the menu is this:

Italian Macaroni and Cheese

Butter, for greasing dish
12 ounces wide egg noodles
3 cups whipping cream
1 1/2 cups whole milk
1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt, plus more for pasta water
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
2 cups (packed) grated Fontina
3/4 cup (packed) finely grated Parmesan
3/4 cup (packed) grated mozzarella
4 ounces cooked ham, diced, optional
2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh Italian parsley leaves

Butter a 13 by 9-inch glass baking dish and set aside. Cook the noodles in a large pot of boiling salted water until tender but still firm to bite, stirring frequently, about 5 minutes. Drain well, but do not rinse. Whisk the cream, milk, flour, 1/2 teaspoon salt, and pepper in large bowl to blend. Stir in 1 cup Fontina, 1/2 cup Parmesan, 1/2 cup mozzarella, ham, if using, and parsley. Add the noodles and toss to coat. Transfer the noodle mixture to the prepared baking dish. Toss the remaining 1 cup Fontina, 1/4 cup Parmesan, and 1/4 cup mozzarella in a small bowl to blend. Sprinkle the cheese mixture over the noodle mixture. Bake until the sauce bubbles and the cheese melts and begins to brown on top, about 20 minutes. Let stand for 10 minutes before serving.

And possibly this if we get into cooking for some reason...

Chicken Carbonara

2 teaspoons olive oil
4 ounces thinly sliced pancetta, chopped
2 teaspoons minced garlic
2 1/2 cups whipping cream
1 cup freshly grated Parmesan
8 large egg yolks
1/4 cup chopped fresh basil leaves
1/4 cup chopped fresh Italian parsley leaves
Salt
1 pound spaghetti
4 cups coarsely shredded chicken (from 1 roasted chicken)
Freshly ground black pepper
1/2 cup chopped walnuts, toasted
1 tablespoon finely grated lemon peel

Heat the oil in a heavy large frying pan over medium heat. Add the pancetta and garlic and saute until it is brown and crisp, about 8 minutes. Cool slightly.

In a large bowl, whisk together the cream, cheese, yolks, basil, and parsley to blend.

Meanwhile, bring a large pot of salted water to a boil over high heat. Add the spaghetti and cook until it is just tender but still firm to the bite, stirring occasionally, about 10 minutes. Drain.

Add the chicken to the pan with the pancetta and stir to combine. Next, add the spaghetti and the cream mixture and toss over medium-low heat until the chicken is heated through and the sauce coats the spaghetti thickly, about 4 minutes (do not boil or you might end up scrambling the eggs). Season the pasta, to taste, with pepper and salt if needed (the pancetta will likely add all the salt you need). Transfer the pasta to a large wide serving bowl. Sprinkle the walnuts and lemon zest over, and serve.

Okay now I am hungry. I'm gonna get ready to go. Martini is craving bleu cheese (yes bleu instead of blue, I guess the french are to thank for that) and ranch salad. I'm not sure what I want. But as long as I'm not cooking it, it's all good.

Hope to post again soon...