Even though I was cup half empty yesterday, today the cup runneth over...
Hope you guys have a glass of champagne for me today....
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Drama, Drama, Drama
At last night salsa fete, I got flipped twice, both times I screamed.
I thought that was going to be the highlight of my night, boy was I wrong.
Some fellows I grew up with in Dubai who were doing a mini reunion at a sports bar down the street decided to drop in. We did a shot together, and I continued on to the party. There was one fellow who I has never met before was acting strange. The fella was clearly drunk and first threw a bottle of water on me and then punched me in the arm. So I walked away from the group and continued dancing with a friend.
Two songs later, crazy fella, comes up and tries to strong arm me into doing another shot with them. I shake him off, and continue dancing. Out of nowhere crazy dude comes up and tries to attack my dance partner. I was horrified. A huge co fuddle ensues. Once things calm down, I ask one of the guys to take the crazy fella home. To which he replies oh don’t worry he’s fine now. Ladies and Gentleman, if you ever want to piss off Cranky, you tell her things are fine, when they are not. Crazy fella continues to act crazy all night, until he passes out on the floor and has to be carried out by four grown men.
This whole event was a monumental embarrassment, a ruination of an almost perfect fun night. I don’t really care much about being upset with crazy fella, I don’t know him, and will never see him again. But the guy I grew up with who did nothing to stop crazy, nor took him home when it was clear he was out of control, is someone I cannot even think of continuing a friendship with. How cowardly is a man who sits back and watches events he has the power to affect?
I thought that was going to be the highlight of my night, boy was I wrong.
Some fellows I grew up with in Dubai who were doing a mini reunion at a sports bar down the street decided to drop in. We did a shot together, and I continued on to the party. There was one fellow who I has never met before was acting strange. The fella was clearly drunk and first threw a bottle of water on me and then punched me in the arm. So I walked away from the group and continued dancing with a friend.
Two songs later, crazy fella, comes up and tries to strong arm me into doing another shot with them. I shake him off, and continue dancing. Out of nowhere crazy dude comes up and tries to attack my dance partner. I was horrified. A huge co fuddle ensues. Once things calm down, I ask one of the guys to take the crazy fella home. To which he replies oh don’t worry he’s fine now. Ladies and Gentleman, if you ever want to piss off Cranky, you tell her things are fine, when they are not. Crazy fella continues to act crazy all night, until he passes out on the floor and has to be carried out by four grown men.
This whole event was a monumental embarrassment, a ruination of an almost perfect fun night. I don’t really care much about being upset with crazy fella, I don’t know him, and will never see him again. But the guy I grew up with who did nothing to stop crazy, nor took him home when it was clear he was out of control, is someone I cannot even think of continuing a friendship with. How cowardly is a man who sits back and watches events he has the power to affect?
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s next.
I recently read: “The seven habits of effective people.” One of the first exercises, the author asks you to do is to envision your funeral. What do you want people to say about you? What do you want to be remembered for?
I read the passage, shuddering at the thought that somewhere in the future, some well meaning soul would stand up at the altar and say, “Here lie’s CP, the world’s greatest Corporate Recruiter.”
Instantly I knew that I don’t want work to define me.
Which brings me to my newly discovered Monday nights: Last night as I was shimming across the dance floor, I realized I was falling in love again. I’m falling in love with the dipping, the feeling of a man throwing you down, inches from the floor, but holding you just enough so that you know no matter what, this man is not going to let you fall; the energy, the laughter that can come from missing a step, the beads of sweat that trickle down your back, the stitch in your side from doing one too many turns, the ache in your feet as you hobble home….
Sure I hope that when I do pass on I will have a special someone sitting in the front row, beside himself with sadness. But every now and then, as I lie back after my fun Monday adventure, I wonder would it really be so bad if in the front row sat a plethora of cutesy men who dip really well? Hmmmmm
I read the passage, shuddering at the thought that somewhere in the future, some well meaning soul would stand up at the altar and say, “Here lie’s CP, the world’s greatest Corporate Recruiter.”
Instantly I knew that I don’t want work to define me.
Which brings me to my newly discovered Monday nights: Last night as I was shimming across the dance floor, I realized I was falling in love again. I’m falling in love with the dipping, the feeling of a man throwing you down, inches from the floor, but holding you just enough so that you know no matter what, this man is not going to let you fall; the energy, the laughter that can come from missing a step, the beads of sweat that trickle down your back, the stitch in your side from doing one too many turns, the ache in your feet as you hobble home….
Sure I hope that when I do pass on I will have a special someone sitting in the front row, beside himself with sadness. But every now and then, as I lie back after my fun Monday adventure, I wonder would it really be so bad if in the front row sat a plethora of cutesy men who dip really well? Hmmmmm
So here’s what I do hope people will say when I die… "Here’s lies CP who loved to Dance.”
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