My morning started off with the matinee of “The Internship” over at AMC 14 at 1000 Van Ness. Even though both Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson are usually relatively funny, this movie kind of fell short. It was about them losing their jobs as salesmen, then applying for and getting internships at Google, although they’re “dinosaurs” in every sense of the word. It was mildly amusing, but annoyed me more than anything!
Once the movie ended, A., from the other night, had sent me a photo message of a very nice bottle of wine, stating that it was a gift from someone who’d instructed him to “share it with a friend.” My response was… nothing at all. I appreciate a nice bottle of wine, but I’m not desperate. Besides, there are probably 20 decent bottles of wine in my entryway. A. just seems to think that since he kissed me the other night, it’s time for him to step his game up. After 3 years, you’d think he’d get a clue that NOTHING is going to happen. That man needs to quit!
I went back to the apartment for an hour or two and hibernated in my bedroom. The soon-to-be ex-roommate has a couple visiting for the weekend, staying in his room. His bedroom door is RIGHT NEXT to my bedroom door. He has this irritating habit of leaving his bedroom door open nearly all the time whenever he’s home. Now he’s not so good-looking that I want to see him 24/7, yet there he is laying on his love seat or sprawled across his bed in all his glory. Whenever I come out of my room in my PJs, sarong, feeling sick or hung over, grouchy, whatever, he (or whoever may be in his room) gets to see me, whether I like it or not. I can’t go in either the kitchen or the bathroom without him or his friends seeing me. For some reason, that simply drives me bonkers. The only time he seems to close his bedroom door is when any number of bimbos are over. However, since I gave him his Thirty Day Notice, Month O’Bimbos seems to have ended. Regardless, after coming home from work, I go into my bedroom and usually don’t come out until after he’s gone to bed around 11:30 p.m.
When my hibernation period was over (and since his friends and he had finally left the apartment), I went over to Pa’ina Lounge to see Game 2 of the NBA Finals. I even ordered some of those kalua pig cheese fries – yup, the fries covered with kalua pork and a cheesy jalapeno sauce. Cholesterol-laden and incredibly bad for me, yet so ono! The game didn’t end to my liking. In reality, neither the Miami Heat or the San Antonio Spurs are a favorite team of mine. I’m still holding out for a Boston Celtics comeback! The only reason I want the Spurs to win is that I detest Lebron James! Now I’m home sulking, but might get crazy and watch a DVD. What’s a girl to do?