Drug Dealer Drama

I really miss the weekends where I just stayed at home and veg'd on my couch while watching TV. I haven't done that in quite a while. I will have to pencil in a weekend to do this.

Friday

The traffic in the area was just horrible. It took me an hour to get the tennis courts when it normally takes me 15-20 minutes. But I had Janet's 20 y.o. CD in my stereo so I didn't mind the traffic. While in a lineup I saw Dr. Rx in my rear view mirror heading to tennis as well. Tired of waiting in line I took the scenic route. I had no idea where I as going but it was better thant waiting in bumper to bumper traffic. I made it to the courts 10 minutes later only to see that Dr. Rx beat me there ... maybe I should have just waited. We play tennis everything is cool until he got upset and it tried to hit me with a ball.

My partner and I won 7-5, 6-1 and we went to the net and shook hands. Next thing I knew Dr. Rx was packing his things like he left the iron on at his house. [bad analogy, but I do this all the time. I am surprised that my apartment hasn't burned down yet.] I asked if everything was cool, and said it was but he was in a hurry because he had to work the next day. He rushed off and every left at the courts was just wondering what was up with him. I somewhat defended him and we all left.

Saturday

I got up around 9am, and like I do every morning, I went to my computer to check my email. There was an email from The Greek confirming our lunch meeting at 12:30pm, and there was one from Dr. Rx.

His email started off with him apologizing for his behavior. He was angry that he wasn't playing well, but from that point on the email became less friendly. He basically blamed me for his behavior because he had an issue with me catching a ball when it was out. He accused me of breaking rules and he felt that he couldn't play with me anymore. As the rage began to build inside of me, it took all of my strength not to reply to his message.

So, he pretty much blamed me for his behavior over a little thing like catching a CLEARLY out ball. I mean, if a ball is coming at me and it is AT LEAST 4 feet back and going to hit the fence, is it really necessary to let it bounce to know that it is out. Of course, I know the rule is that you let it bounce, but this was a friendly game and I never do this in a tournament. That email really pissed me off. Not so much about the ball incident, but the fact that I took him aside and asked if everything was cool with him. This ruined my day. When I am upset, I clean ... and my apartment was damn near gleaming.

I had lunch with The Greek at Cafe Brazil in Deep Ellum, and I was told at the very last minute that he was bringing two friends along. It sort of negated the purpose of our meeting, but at that point I didn't care. So there I was, just sitting there not saying much because the conversation was being dominated by The Greek and his British friend. I don't even think I talked to The Greek but I found out he was moving to Australia next September ... I was ready to go. Finally, an hour later we finished our food, I said goodbye and broke out of there.

I went a see a couple of my friends at a local tennis court on my way home. They wanted me to play but I was in street clothes. I wanted to talk to my partner and asked if there was a ball that I caught that might have been good. He said no, and that it was about by at least two feet. I just need to get all the facts because I honestly couldn't remember when I caught a ball. I stayed for about 15 minutes and before I left, I accepted an invited to dinner and a movie around 7:30 that evening.

I got home, still pissed about the email, and cleaned while watching shows I missed during the week. After finishing, I finally decided to send and email to Dr. Rx since I was able to be more rational. The message:

If you want to talk me, you can call me or talk to me at the courts tomorrow. Email is not the best way to continue with this issue.

Off to see The Illusionist, which was pretty good and dinner in a small pizza place.

Sunday

Tennis at 9am and for the first time I was early. I was so early the gates were still closed. I got onto the courts and began to warmup. Dr. Rx showed up, but at that point I had slept on it and decided that I didn't have much to say to him. I was getting water during a change-over and he said "hi", and I said "hey" but that was the extent of the conversation. We went to lunch at Uptown Bar and Grill in the West Village. It was alright, but not great. I would have prefered the Urban Market or Twisted Root Burger Company. I was conversing with my friends and trying to stay clear of Dr. Rx.

[sidenote: You know, I like to consider myself a nice person so I don't want to seem like I was being outwardly bitchy. My behavior was basically a response to the email. I was/am hurt that it was sent from the person who I got on well with, and I am now seeing their "other side". And it was from the person who you spent 45 minutes listening to about a major issue that could cost him his job only a few days before. If he could talk about that with me, why not a petty issue of me catching a freaking out of play ball?]

After lunch I had to go home to prepare for a housewarming party that started at 4pm. I didn't know what to wear, and went through several incarnations of the same outfit before settling on brown v-neck sweather, baby blue t-shirt, jeans with a brownish finish, and my brown Kenneth Cole loafers. I hated the outfit after I left the house because my friends, who picked me up, were wearing button down collared shirts. At the party I got a compliment on the sweater, so that was redeeming.

After the party, 10 of us went to dinner at Cantina Laredo. The friend I rode with had been drinking so I was asked to drive, being a non-drinker and all. I was hesitant because the car was a very expensive Mercedes and I didn't want to damage the car at all. It was a bit deal. The only issue I had was that the breaks were very sensitive. We arrived without incident and preceded to have dinner. Lots of conversation, lots of laughing, lots of fun. Oh, and a couple of compliments on the blue t-shirt with the brown sweater.

Afterwards, I drove myself home said goodnight and they drove 1/2 mile or so to their house. I got me a bowl of ice cream and headed to the couch to watch last week's episodes of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and The Colbert Report that I haven't had the chance to watch. I didn't make it very far before falling asleep on my couch. I dragged myself upstairs to prepare for bed, and I was out like a light at 11pm.

Today

I woke up this morning after dreaming that I was in China (for some reason) and I was talking to my sister on my cell phone and I was able to get Verizon service eventhough I have Sprint. Very weird.