Archive for October, 2012

Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon

The veggie boyfriend ran in the Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon in LA on Sunday. He finished around 1:43, a new personal record for him.

Bragging rights.

When he told me he’d signed up, I offered to do the good girlfriend bit and wait for him at the finish line with coffee. He responded with, “You’re my Emergency Contact.” (I swear, this one is always one step ahead of me.)

However, this presented a couple of interesting obstacles:
1. The VBF works a graveyard shift. The race was scheduled to start at 7:30 am, and he usually goes to bed around that hour. A drastic schedule change would have to take place. Was it possible that he could get enough sleep and still wake up stupid early to run a race?
2. I’d never waited for anyone to finish a race. I’d stopped by to support Nina and Will, but that was usually post-race and over breakfast. Did I have the patience to wait for over two hours while the internet love of my life ran through Downtown LA?

The answer to both questions was, “Yes.”

The VBF decided to stay awake for most of the day once he got off work. By the time we met up for dinner, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked ready to face plant into anything soft. (I half expected him to pass out at the table once he consumed his first carb of the evening.) Dinner was short and sweet and I took him home.

The next morning, I picked him up while it was still dark. We headed over to LA Live, parked, and grabbed a cup of coffee. He went off to the starting line, and I settled down with my iPod and my Blackberry. Before I knew it, he was standing over me, exhausted.

We headed back to the Westside, ate brunch, and then passed out. It was well past midnight when I shook the VBF awake to tell him I was going home.

I’m proud of him for running a half marathon with just a little more than a month of serious training. I’m happy I was there to congratulate him when he finished. But even more so, I’m thrilled that both of us caught up on the sleep we lost over the weekend.

It Wasn’t Meant To Be

Calexico at the Fonda Theatre. What better way to spend my Wednesday night?

Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be.

I had made plans with the Veggie Boyfriend the night before to go over the game plan: I’d pick him up between 7:15 and 7:30, and then we’d head over.

At 7:20, night of the show, I’m at the VBF’s house. I text him: “I’m here.”

Five minutes pass. I call him. Maybe he just got out of the shower and hasn’t bothered checking his phone. No answer.

Another five minutes pass. I text him: “Did you fall asleep?”

Another five minutes pass. I call him again. Same result as the last call.

Ten minutes pass. His neighbors must think I’m lurking. I call again; no answer. What. The. Fuck.

It’s almost 8:00PM. I don’t know how bad traffic will be if we don’t leave soon. I’m annoyed at this point. I call one more time, but there’s no answer.

At this point, I want to just go home and curl up in bed. But I also really want to see the band; the last time I saw them was at least three years ago. Plus it’ll be a crowd of indie peeps – I should be relatively safe in that crowd. And I’ve got Twitter to keep me company.

So I drive off, severely annoyed. Somewhere between the Westside and Mid-City, I go from being angry to a little worried: what if something happened? What if something bad happened?

I arrive at the Fonda, and the Santa Ana winds are starting to blow. It’s nothing serious, but it’s a little chilly. I get a drink at the bar and listen to the opening band. They finish a song, then stage goes dark, and small emergency lights come on. It takes me a minute to realize that the power has gone out in the theater, not a dramatic effect. The theater crew makes announcements from the stage with no megaphone (really, Fonda?). After nearly forty minutes of sitting in the dark, the show gets cancelled. Calexico comes out to play one song acoustically, with the promise of making it up later on.

It wasn’t the best night. One of my favorite bands couldn’t play, the wind had knocked out the power in the neighborhood, and I had a potential late-boyfriend. So I did what any girl in her right mind would do: I stopped by my local fast-food place, bought a chocolate malt, and drowned my sorrows in junk food.

P.S. The veggie boyfriend is alive and forgiven.

Image Attached

Tonight at work, this email popped up in my inbox:

Hi everyone,
I have an extra pear today that would make a delicious late afternoon snack for anyone that is interested. Please stop by my desk if you’d like to take this pear. I’ve attached a sample image of the pear below.
*stock image of a pear*
Project Manager.

I have awesome co-workers.

It’ll Be Cute

Sometime last night/early this morning (whatever you consider 3am to be), I woke up to hear the VBF say, “Oh HELL No.” This was followed by, “You need to see this.”

He was watching a horror version of “The Phantom of the Opera,” which had Julian Sands as the lead character. Because he’s nothing if not considerate, he’d kept the volume low while I slept, which meant he missed a lot of dialog but got a lot of screaming. It was partially the screaming and his “Oh HELL No” that gently shook me out of my slumber.

I’m not a fan of horror flicks, so I declined his offer. From the pattern of flickering lights in the room, I knew he was rewinding to the point he wanted me to see.

VBF: You need to see this.
Me: No.
VBF: C’mon, you love Julian Sands.
Me: I don’t do well with scary movies in the middle of the night.
VBF: Just watch it. It’ll be cute.
Me: I’m not wearing my glasses. (I was lying on my stomach and didn’t want to turn over.)
VBF: Put them on. It’ll be cute.

I knew he wouldn’t stop bugging me, so I obliged. A girl was screaming up and down a flight of stairs, desperately trying to find a way out. The Phantom (Julian Sands) discovers her; her screams increase in volume and desperation. The climax: Julian leans in and bites her tongue off.

Me: That wasn’t cute.
VBF: Did you see it?
Me: Not all of it.
VBF: You’re missing out.
Me: No, I’m not.
VBF: Why was she screaming with her tongue out?
Me: That wasn’t cute.
VBF: Aw…

He leaned in to kiss me, and I kept my lips shut. As cute as he is, I sure as hell wasn’t going to fall for that approach.