In the early morning hours ... everything is clear.

Confused? The next post should shed some light on my thoughts

Labels: drama, the ex files

Hey all!

It's been a really long time since I've posted a message on my blog. I have been battling a virus which wiped me of my energy and I have been out of work on a medical leave since 5/7/2008. I have been laying on my couch for 5 weeks trying to recuperate, and I am about 90% recovered. I will need another month or so for rest and exercise before I am back to 100 percent.

The most upsetting part of being out of commission for weeks is that I missed tennis tournaments in May and will not be able to participate in tournaments in June. I am looking to get back into things in July but I need to practice because I haven't touch my racket in 5 weeks. I played this past Sunday and I was winded during the 10 minutes warm-up. I had to take several breaks during the 1.5 hour session so I only player for about 40 minutes. It was good to be back on the court and hitting balls after being laid up for weeks -- but I have lost some of my game. I will be using June to regain my fitness and tennis form.

I am finally back at work, and it is good to be back. I like going to work because it gives me a sense of structure and it allows me to plan the rest of my day. And besides, you can only watch so much television before it because kind of boring. But, I was able to watch a number of things while being on my couch for weeks:

- The Simpsons (Seasons 16, 17, 18 ,19)
- American Dad (Seasons 2-3)
- The Secret Diary of a Call Girl (UK Version, but now being shown in the US on Showtime)
- Code Monkeys (Season 1)
- Australia's Next Top Model (Season 4, eps 1-7)
- French Open Live Coverage

So I had somethings to keep my occupied.

Things are getting back to normal so I should resume normal postings next week.

Did you miss me?

Labels: drama, health, television

I couple of weeks ago, I was at the Marrying Guy's house and he persuaded me to get to get into his hot tub. I was against it because I am not a hot tub type of guy. I like saunas, but he didn't have one of those. After some cajoling, I decided to get in, against my better judgment.

Four weeks later ...

I went to a dermatologist because I started to develop a weird rash a couple of days after being in the hot tub. It started on my left shoulder, and now it is all on my torso and back. It is not horrible, but it just won't go away.

The dermatologist I first went to didn't know what it was and wanted to do a biopsy. I was not about to let some guy cut my skin off. Especially since he had a framed certificate from the American Board of Dermatology which expired in 2002. When I arrive back home I called another dermatologist at UT Southwestern and I was able to get an appointment for the same day 20 minutes later. I ran out the door and arrived for my appointment just in the nick of time.

Filled out forms, waited in lobby for 15 minutes before the nurse brought me to the examination room, waited 35 minutes before being seen by the resident dermatologist.

He looked me over and gave me a more through examination than the first doctor I saw. He presented his ideas to the doctor, who was wearing a leather jacket (?) and they both weren't sure what I had. Which was great, and frightening. I told them about the hot tub and they thought it was the cause but they needed to do a biopsy to be sure.

I was prepped, and had Lidocaine injected in the part of the skin that was going to be removed. Ten minutes later, the doctor cutting my skin off. I was unable to see the skin as it was being cut off, but seeing the doctor's hands cut me while feeing no pain was very odd. My wound was stitched up, and I giving a prescription for Cipro just in case what I got was a bacterial infection.

I go back next week to get my lab results, and hopefully I will have a definitive answer regarding what I have. Meanwhile, I am half way through my Cipro and I haven't experienced any of the bad side effects (knock wood). Until then...

...I wait.

Labels: drama, health

Yesterday was the worst days of my professional career. My company had layoffs, and it affect affect about 40% of the employees. I am still emotionally drained from the experience and I am just trying to make it through the week. Here were my thought yesterday using excerpts of an email I sent to a friend:

Monday: A company wide email was send with 18 retail and 3 manufacturing plant closings, and that is when I had a feeling that we would loss someone. My gut told me it was [a co-worker] because his region was hardest hit, but I figured we could reconfigure the regions and things would be well.

Tuesday: I was informed that there would be 40% (which I thought was 40 people) layoffs on Wednesday in advance of our corporate meeting. I was assured I was safe, but still didn't really think it would affect [my team].

Today: I got in this morning and [a co-worker] let me know that he was going home. I thought he was going home sick, but I looked down and saw an empty box at the floor for his belongings. I was in shock and disbelief. I check the other [team members] and saw he was the only person let go, and then I became angry. I asked to speak with my super. to ask why [this co-worker] was leaving and not this other guy, which I was informed that the other guy was leaving as well. I was gutted, because I had no idea that two people were leaving. After all this, seeing people in close door meetings with their supers and getting the bad news made me a bit ill.

I've never witness someone having to pack their belongings after being asked to leave. Especially when you are one of the "lucky" ones who still employed. I felt guilty because I tried to reassure the co-worker that everything would be fine, and it wasn't. Strangely enough I got a call the day before layoffs from a staffing company asking if I knew anyone looking for a position. Coincidence? No, because several other people received the same call. I forwarded the information to the laid off co-worker and we shook hands before he headed out the other door. Hopefully he won't be out of work for long.

I am still a bit out of sorts and nothing will make sense until a few weeks. We have to restructure our entire team and I am not sure how this will happen.

Right now, I am just waiting for the dust to settle.

Labels: drama

So I was playing tennis with someone I have known for a while. When he said something that did really bother me at first, but I brought it to his attention.

What did he say? He said the n-word, ending with an 'a'. It wasn't directed toward me, but that doesn't really matter. It was said in my presence.

I asked why he dropped the n-bomb, only for him to say that he had black friends so I shouldn't worry about. Really? I told him that didn't matter. Then he said his friend was blacker than me AND he was blacker than me, which was suppose to make it okay. Oh, did I mention that the guy is from Albania? We finished the match and even though I was not happy about the situation and decided to let it drop because I didn't want to make a scene.

I am not sure what to be more offended by: the n-word or the person who uttered the word (who is not black) claims to be more black than I am?

The level of blackness remark hurts the most. Because I don't fit the stereotype of a black male does not make me any less black. I have friends, and hang out with people of all racist, so I have never before had this issue come up. And it really hurts. I don't use the n-word, I don't allow the n-word to be applied to me (by any race), and I just don't tolerate it in general.

I am going to have to pull this guy aside at tennis tomorrow and have chat with him.

Here a clip of Big Brother 8 UK where the n-bomb was dropped:

The Emily was wrong for saying it, and the look on her face immediately afterwards knew it was wrong. Charlie (the black girl) was wrong for applying the word to herself.

Labels: big brother, drama, racism, tennis, video, youtube

Starting on Tuesday, June 12th ...

Voicemail #1 - It was an ex that returning my call from 1.5 weeks ago. He is doing well, and he wants to get together and catch up.

I called him, after not speaking to him for a year, because some people I know brought him up in a conversation we were having and began to grill me about his where abouts. They put two and two together and they realized we dated in the past. Without getting into many details I vaguely explained why I cut of contact with him. After my explanation I was asked, "... you're the type of person to hold a grudge?" I immediately said was wasn't, but I had this nagging thought that maybe I was.

After thinking about it for a couple of hours, I couldn't really figured out why I wasn't talking to him. So I left him a voicemail before I went to sleep, and rambled on for a couple of minutes. I am not even sure what I said -- sleepiness is my equivalent to drunk dialing. I have to call him back today and try together this week.

Voicemails #2 & 3 - The Greek called and left me a couple of frantic voicemails. I was playing tennis, so I didn't get them until I got home. I called him and he wanted me to come over to his place because he had to tell me something that could be said over the phone. I tried to probe for more answers, but he was impatient and wanted to know if I was coming or not. Ten minutes later ... I am at his house and he and his friend was on the couch engaged in conversation.

I told him to spit out the reason why I was summoned with such urgency.

One word: cancer.

He went to get a new prescription for eyeglasses and they saw something on his retina that required him to see a specialist. Since he is doctor (a pathologist) he was sure it was ocular melanoma. I didn't say much because I didn't know what to say. He was talking to me like he was dying the following day, but in reality there wasn't a confirmed diagnosis. He knows too much about cancers because of his profession and as a result, he was going into an emotional tale spin. He had an appointment the next day so I told him just to relax, don't do anything rash, and just wait to talk to the specialist.

Today, he let me know everything was fine and it was just a common issue with the vitreous that nearsighted people may get.

So he is well, and back on track for his big move to Australia in a couple of weeks.

Labels: drama, the ex files, the greek

Last week while waiting for Charter to call me regarding my appointment, I got a call from Chase Bank. I just got a new credit card from the company the week before and I was being contacted regarding their member services. I listened as they welcomed me and went over my account to make sure everything was correct. It was. After that, it began to get a bit weird.

The customer representative began telling me about these protections plans for my credit card. I've already declined these offers when I initially signed up, so I politely interrupted the rep. during his spiel to let me him know of this. I also requested that I be taken off any and all phone list for any future calls. The rep. to persuade me into getting the plan, which I declined and requested again to remove from any phone lists.

"I am not sure you understand this offer. This is not a cold call. This is for members only.", said the rep.

I understood what he was saying but I still wasn't going to change my mind. I declined the offer yet again.

"You are still not understanding what I am saying ..." said the persistent rep.

I was no longer having this. I firmly, yet calmly, told him that I declined the offer several but I will still being badgered for something I didn't want.

I asked, "do you think this is good customer service?"

He continued with his hard sell, and questioned my comprehension of what he was offering. I grew tired of the conversation. I calmly as possible I told him that since he refused to listen to my requests I will would be ending the call. THE GUY STILL KEPT TALKING! I said goodbye, and hung up the phone.

I am kind of worried now. I never received this kind of bad customer service from Capital One or Bank of America ... and I HATE my Bank of America credit card. In hospital after my car accident, I tried to pay with my BoA credit card only to find out they put a hold on my card. I just paid my in full the week before, but and iTunes charge posted later for $2.15 ... and then put a hold on my card. Luckily, I had my trust Capital One card.

Too bad I have to cancel it because we have been through a lot together. But they refuse to raise my limited, after 4 years and one late payment ... so they got to go -- after I use my points for my $50 Amazon.com gift card. The reasons why I got the Chase Bank card is because I got a $30 discount my TiVo HD, and I am Amazon.com whore and it offers 3 points per dollar on all orders. For every 2500 points they send a $25 Amazon.com gift card.

It should be a great relationship between myself and Chase Bank, but we aren't off to a good start.

Do you have a Chase Bank horror story?

Labels: customer service, drama

I have been in a battle with my cable company, Charter Communications, for several weeks now. Actually, I have been battling with them for about a year now for a variety of issues with my service. My most recent battle is regarding the cablecards that are installed in my HD TiVo.

On May 8th I got Digital/HD service added to my account, and I wanted to have the installer check my line to make sure that my signals were good. He refused because the picture at the time was clear, but I made him sign that he didn't check the signal on my work order. After the installer left, my digital and HD channels cut in and out. I eventually got rid of Charter's HD DVR and I got two cablecards installed on May 15th and I was still having an issue where most of my digital and HD channels were not coming in. I was told by the installed that it takes 24-48 hours for the channels to download to the cablecards. That didn't make any sense to me but I let the install off the hook.

48 hours later, I was still having a issue with my cable.

I had them come back on May 18th between 11am and 2pm, and they didn't show it until 2:40pm. They reactivated my cablecards, so I thought, and my service returned and I asked them to check my signals to make sure they were okay. I was pissed with them because they showed up late, messed up the initial installation, and made me return to my office late after working from home for a couple of hours. I just wanted them gone so they forgot to check the signal. Made an emergency appointment for the next day.

May 19th: Charter never showed for the appointment. Totally annoyed, I called and had to deal with their inept customer service staff who knew absolutely nothing about cablecards. After spinning my wheels for about an hour, I had to make another appointment. I wasn't going to take more time off of work so I made it for the following Saturday.

May 26th: Charter never showed for the appointment schedule between 8am-11am. I called and they send a message to the installer and they were supposed to call me within an hour. They never did.

I meet up with a friend for lunch and came back home around 2:30pm. Called Charter to let them know their installer never show up. They gave me a $25 missed appointment credit (which I didn't receive last time two times) and spoke with the installers dispatching office. They were scheduled to come up withing 1.5 hours.

I fell asleep on the couch with my (loud) cordless phone near my head. I woke up around 4:20pm and did not receive any calls from Charter. Their policy is to call you when they are on their way ... but they never called. I called Charter to let them know that the installer never called me for the appointment, but was told that the installer came at 4:16pm without calling. I was livid. They made another appointment for me for the following Monday between 1-5pm. I took it ... but I wasn't happy about it.

May 28th: Around 11:30am I heard a knock at my door. I thought it might be my neighbour because I listening to music on my desktop computer at a high volume. It wasn't ... it was actually the Charter installer 1.5 hours early for my appointment. Luckily I was home or else I would have missed another appointment. Once again, they didn't not call before showing up for the appointment.

One of my cablecards was swapped out but it wasn't pairing with systems. The installer tried to blame my Monster power filter/surge protector for the problem before I had to set him straight and let him know the problems were associated with the device. I asked him to check my signal, but the installed tried to tell me that the signal was fine and a booster was recently added to the main line to improve the signal. I adamantly asked him to check my signal because it has been an issue for at least two years. It was the reason why I couldn't get a cable modem in my apartment. He wasn't happy but he went to his truck, got his equipment, checked the signal, and lo and behold ... my signal completely out of range.

I asked the installer if he could fix the problem, but he said he couldn't. Not only did he not have the equipment to do so, I was told that it possible couldn't be fixed because I lived in a apartment. Ummm ... what? I have been paying a home wiring maintenance fee (which covers repairs to faulty wiring) for 1.5 years and now I was being told that I can't have maintenance on my wires? How does that make any sense?

After taking a look at existing wiring, he called his HQ and they scheduled an in-house installer to rewire my apartment June 2nd. They should be able to run a new line from the main box to my apartment, which should solve all my problems. I just have to get approval from the apartment managers.

Hopefully, everything goes as planned because the Roland Garros-French Open has started and I don't want my tennis coverage interrupted.

Labels: customer service, drama, television, tennis, tivo

Ugh. I have been feeling like crap for the past couple of days.

It all started this past Wednesday when I felt a bit of a tickle in the back my throat. I reach for my stash of Ricola I have in my office drawer and hoped for the best. But, that wasn't enough. Thursday morning I felt about the same, but Thursday night I could not breathe because I was so congested. I managed to get about 5 hours a sleep before I had to be at work on at 6:45am Friday. Before work I made a detour at Wal-Mart to get some Kleenex and Theraflu to drink to help alleviate some of my symptoms. My sneezing, coughing and nose-blowing lasted throughout the day until I got off work at 7:45pm. I was trying to get better as fast as possible because I had a tennis tournament the next day.

Saturday morning, and I felt a lot better than the previous day and I thought I was on the mend. I played two rounds of my USTA tournament round-robin and I won the tournament.


Yay, for me!

I returned home with my trophy in hand feeling good about 2nd win this year. I hit the couch and I began to feel weak and had chills throughout my body. The Greek wanted to take me out to dinner but I knew that I wasn't going to be well enough to do that. I went to the bathroom and turned up the hot water in the shower to full blast to create my own personal steam room. It worked ... but a little too well as it caused the paint on the walls to bubble. 15 minutes steam and a shower and I was still feeling the chills. I got my comforter, a mini-trashcan, and a box of tissue and parked my self on the couch.

I ended up watching the last 7 episodes of Heroes and they were interesting (I am now all caught up to see the season finale airing tonight). I watched Saturday Night Live, hosted by Zach Braff before heading to be in a Nyquil induced coma.

Sunday I was feeling even worst. I skipped Sunday morning tennis because I was feeling so lousy and made my way back to the couch to see the Hamburg Masters Final on The Tennis Channel.


My Federer finally beat Nadal on Clay after two years and five tries. This should give him that extra boost of confidence for the French Open.

Around 3pm I realized that I to finish a project for work. I tried to do this remotely but someone changed the standard password for a couple training PC that needed to be configured. I drove hazily to work and finished the project in about 30 minutes. I was out of Nyquil so I made a stop at the Wal-Mart. Along with my Nyquil, I bought Vicks Vaporub and humidifier. I get to the self-check out station and scan my Nyquil only to receive a message stating that I needed customer assistance. Apparently, you now have to be 18 years of age to purchase a variety of cold products because people make a drug called Cheese from it. It has caused a number of deaths in the Dallas area (story).

I returned home, covered my chest with Vicks, and fired up humidifier. I finally started to feel better because the air was no longer dry. I've been meaning to get a humidifier for months now, like this one. But the $9 humidifier, which doesn't look as nice, did the trick.

Today I work from home most of the day before coming into the office around 2pm. The is A/C vent right above my cube and it is made me feel miserable. Luckily I was only in for a couple of hours, and I brought a hooded sweatshirt to keep me warm.

But enough about me. How was your weekend?

Labels: drama, television, tennis

I begin my morning by reading my list blog RSS feeds, and I saw this on kenneth in the (212):

Popular: How embarrassing was Cameron Diaz on the "Today Show"?

It was followed by a link to TMZ.com and contained a short clip of Cameron Diaz being in interviewed on the Today Show. Here is the post:

Cameron Diaz says that all the world's like high school -- and that celebs are the "popular kids" that everyone is just dying to know about. Good to know that Cam doesn't have a shrek of humility.

On the "Today" show this morning, Meredith Vieira just had to go there, asking Diaz what it was like to be on the same red carpet for the "Shrek the Third" premiere -- and share a kiss (on the cheek) with ex-beau and co-star Justin Timberlake. "We're friends, so we're OK," said Diaz. "All you want is that the person you care about to be happy ... It's like high school. We're like the popular kids. Everybody wants to know what happens to us."

...Until you reveal yourself to be just a little bit full of yourself. (source)

Now if you just read the article Cameron Diaz seems to be conceited, but viewing the video shows something completely different. The actual quote was:

"...It's like high school, isn't it? [laughs] We as celebrities are sort of like the 'popular kids' that everybody wants to know our business. So, you know, people make a big deal out of it, but it's really not a big deal at all."

To completely misconstrue someone's statement in order to demean, on a site dedicated to celebrity gossip, and to post a video that contradicts the entire article seems to be irresponsible. Don't get me wrong, I love me some celebrity gossip. But at the end of the day, it is just that ... gossip.

Labels: celebrity, drama, media

In a mad rush out the door, being 10 late for work, I put my key in the door to lock it only to have it not fit. I thought I was using the wrong key, but I confirmed that it was the second key from the key I use for my mailbox, yet it still wouldn't fit into the lock. Looking closer at the lock, it seems as though someone tried to jimmy the lock. I have multiple locks, so I am not sure if the person made it through the first lock while I was sleeping. This worries me because I don't think this is the first attempt by someone trying to access my apartment.

A couple of weeks ago, I heard my doorknob rattle while drifting off to sleep. I thought it was all in my mind but I now think it actually happened. The area I live in is really safe and I haven't heard of any type of force entries in my area. There are general reports of car break-ins but that normal for my area since I am 1/2 mile from a college.

I will have to call and get my locks replaced and add a few more locks, just as a precaution. I have been thinking about moving this fall, but this all depended on me getting the new job.

Now I feel bad for laughing at the silly ADT commercials with the overly hysterical women. I think I might call them now.

Labels: drama

Is the week over yet? This past week was extremely busy.

I had to go on a very short notice trip to San Antonio, TX for work. I was suppose to go this week but for a project, that has been nothing but problems, got bumped up to immediate priority and I had like 36 hours to prepare for the trip. I left this past Thursday at 6am and I got into San Antonio at 10am. It was a really good drive. There was hardly any traffic and I had my iPod full of music to keep me entertained.


I am totally obsessed with Amy Winehouse's Back to Black album. I listened to it at least 10 times during my trip. I've only seen Amy Winehouse in pictures and thought she was rock and/or pop singers. I was reading a blog post on Dallaspenn.com and he posted some songs from her latest album. I was shocked to heard a r&b/jazz/soul type voice coming out of this girl. I download the album and been listening to it for a couple of weeks now. When I get my Björk CD next week, I will have to purchase Back to Black as well.

This past Saturday, I was in a tennis tournament at a country club in North Dallas area. I won my quarter final round, but lost in the semifinals to the number 2 seed in my division. I wasn't sure joining the tournament because it was being held at a location frequently visited by a guy I used to date name Michael. I haven't seen or heard from him since the last tournament because, basically, I didn't want to. I thought if I saw during the tournament I would be with my group of people and I would be able to brush him off. But this didn't happen. During the middle of first round match he placed on the court right next to me. I was not happy about that because they guy I was trying to avoid was now in my eye line and I couldn't avoid him. By tried my hardest to do so.

He continuously stared at me during my match, but I refused to make any eye contact thereby avoiding making any kind of connection with him. I did take a few glances at him while he played and, I must admit, he looked good. The long curly hair was much shorter, and he lost about 15-20 pounds. If I were a masochist I would totally tried to make something happen between us ... but I am not, so I didn't. But he looked really good. Is there something wrong with me for saying that? I think if I find a guy I am attracted to, I will always be attracted to them for some biological reason. Or maybe I am just attracted to the wrong people?

I wonder if I could be the problem?

Labels: drama, music, tennis, the ex files, travel

Friday the 13th is never a good day. But the past Friday exceeded all my fears of this dreaded day.

I was finishing a few tasks for work and noticed that it was a bright and sunny day. I feared that the weather would be horrible considering that morning's forecast predicted tornadoes. Seriously. Living in central and western NY (cities that are not having great weather at the moment) the harshest weather forecast I ever saw was for the possibility for severe thunderstorms. The fact that the local NBC station had a little animated twirling tornado weather made me chuckle a bit, before the fear settled in.

After seeing the sunny, I thought, once again the weather people don't know what the hell they are talking about. I finished up my work tasks and began to pack up my things to leave when I looked out of the window and saw it was now pitch black outside. I canceled my plans to play tennis and decided to head home. I stopped by the local Kroger to get an onion, a green pepper, and some ice cream. When I arrived home I heard a loud whirling noise which sounded like a vacuum cleaner. The sky was now partly cloudy and I regretted not playing tennis. The whirling continued as I entered my apartment. Still not knowing what the sound was I dropped my work bag and groceries in the kitchen and I made my way to the living to watch The View. I turned on the TV to see that all hell was breaking loose.

The same weather woman from that morning was telling viewer to get in a safe because tornadoes have been spotted and they were heading for my area. The noise I was hearing was a Tornado Warning Siren which sounds when a tornado is spotted in Dallas county. I got scared, so I began to plot my escape route. My original plan was to hide underneath my stairs before deciding to that the mall was the best place to go.

Long story short, I never made it to the mall and my area was spared by the storm. I ended up calling a friend of mine and we talked on the phone for over an hour.

So I guess the moral to the story is: weather people actually know what the hell they are talking about.

Labels: drama

I was talking to my mother yesterday, and she informed me of the goings on of my nieces and nephews back in New York and Florida. My nephew in NY is 14 years-old and his quite the handful.

A couple of months ago my mother told me that my nephew stole his mother's car at about 2am during the major winter storm in Syracuse. Due to all the ice and snow on the ground he lost control of the car and crashed into a snow bank, went airborne, and landed in a ditch. He denied his involvement for a couple of days before admitting guilt. Needless to say that was put on punishment for a very long time.

Last week, it happened again. He took the keys to his mother's rental car and went for a drive. Now is mom had put him out of the house and he is now living with his dad (my brother).

This is just shocking ... but not really. His mom is not a very nice person, and she has treated my nephew poorly. I will always remember the time where I went to give him a hug and he flinch as though I was going to strike him. At this time he was about 5 or 6 years-old. I told me my mom and there was nothing done. Now I think he is acting out because all of the abuse he has suffered.

It is weird -- mostly because my nephew was spoiled rotten and everything he could ever want. I think he is crying out for help and is trying to get away from his mom. He is now going to be staying with his dad, which is good, but I think he need some further help. I will have to give him a call this weekend and see what's what.

My 14 year-old niece in Florida did something so bad, that I am surprised that she is still alive. But she is still living and breathing, for now.

And that's all I am going to say about that.

Labels: drama, family

View from an office window

Today started off great when I got out of work at 2pm because of the weather. I went to do some grocery shopping just in case the weather is worst tomorrow. I had to some supplies for tennis group's holiday party which in on Saturday. I am making chicken salad finger sandwiches, an angel food cake, dark chocolate syrup, and banana bread. I know it sounds like a lot, but I like to cook and I rarely get the chance to bake so I decided to go for it.

When I returned home I got my mail with my groceries in tow and I saw there was a letter from traffic court. Apparently, I missed a court date which I didn't know I had and I have until 12/5 before a warrant issue for my arrest. So ... I think I should get to traffic court tomorrow morning to get this settled.

After my accident I asked the State Trooper if there was anything I had to do, and he ignored my question. He never once mentioned that I had to attend a hearing regarding the accident. The ticket says that I received a warning, so why would I have to go to court? As I looked closer there was an appearance date on the very bottom of the "ticket" he gave me. Why wouldn't the Trooper tell me I had to go to court when I directly asked?

The courthouse opens tomorrow at 8am and I will be there at 7am in an effort to be first. I packed up all my documentation and made some notes so I can be clear and concise when I speak. I refuse to pay $269 for this.

Update:

I have a pre-trial court date set and I think I have a good chance to beating this ticket due to the conflicting information the Trooper gave me. I will talking to some lawyer friends and my sister who happens to be a Paralegal. This is my first brush with law, and I am kind of excited.

Labels: car stuff, drama

[i am too tired to spell and grammar check]

I just got home from clubbing with some friends. I knew I shouldn't have gone, but I just love punishing myself. I will have to post about my tournament results tomorrow when I get back to Dallas, but I have something other stuff I would like to talk about.

A group of use when out around 10pm down to the gay area in Houston. I went knowing that a group of my friends were going and Dr. Rx was going as well. You know I should be over him by know, but he was look damn good tonight. The first stop was JR's where we a couple of drinks (water for me) and just had a good time conversing and hanging out. We were there for an hour or so when a friend mine asked me what kind of guy I went when he couldn't peg my 'type'. After going to a series of guys in the club, he asked if Dr. Rx is someone I would interested in. I was hesitant to answer but I said yes. There was someone how agree that Dr. Rx is someone they would be interested in, let call Youngin'. I sort of gave Youngin' a territorial stare but he proceeded to go on an on about how good looking Dr. Rx is. From that point thing just got more interesting.

We finished up our drinks and then headed to a dance club called South Beach. After queuing for about 10 minutes we get in, to the bar, and take a lap before committing to a location. Dr. Rx and I were sort of getting close but I backed off because I didn't want anything to happen while he had a few drinks. I step away to talk to some other people and Youngin' swooped in and starting getting close with him. I wasn't sure what was going to on but I decided to observe. They went back to the bar to refresh their drinks and Youngin' had his hands on Dr. Rx's ass. I pointed this out to a friend and we just gave each other the "WTF" look and followed them to the bar to investigate.

We found them at the bar and Youngin' gave use the "why are here?" look. We got our drinks and head back to our location while Youngin' and Dr. Rx found a corner to get close. A few minutes go by and Youngin' leads my guy to the dance floor holding hands. At the point I am not really feeling anything regarding the situation -- I guess I was kinda of numb. I guess was trying to keep things together I didn't let anyone know that it bothered me. I am not really good at hide my face reactions so it was probably written all over my face. At this point I as ready to go but the Dr. Rx was driving, so it was good that I got a call from one of the other passengers saying they were ready to go as well.

I went to dance floor to collect the people in our group and gave my "let's wrap this shit up" gesture. We all made our way to the exit except for Youngin' and Dr. Rx. 30 minutes later they finally come out. I not really paying any attention to them but I see that Dr. Rx is giving me a look that he messed up. I was avoiding eye contact with him because I didn't want to add any more drama to the evening. When Youngin' started to stroke his back he moved totally out of reach and sort of avoided him while I was there. We get into the car and at this point I am not happy. Youngin' is stroking Dr. Rx. thigh while I sit in the back of them witnessing. But still there is no reciprocation from Dr. Rx. Maybe he sobered up a bit to realize what was happening. People stop to get fast food and an hour later we finally got back to the hotel. In that whole hour I only said "nothing for me, thank you" when asked if I wanted any food.

I am not mad at Youngin'. Actually, I have admiration and a bit of jealousy toward him. He saw what he wanted and went for it and that is something I could never do. He doesn't know about Dr. Rx and I so I won't hold him accountable for anything. What gets me down is that Dr. Rx knows how I feel, yet disregarded how I might have felt watching how everything went down. I was too young for him, yet Youngin' is 6 years younger than I am but that perfectly fine with him. It just frustrates me.

I will see if there is any kind of mea culpa tomorrow, but I don't see this happening. There are two people who knows my situation with Dr. Rx. He was at the club with me and shares a room with him.

Okay ... it is 4am CST and I am going to bed.

Labels: Dr. Rx, drama