soon as i found her, i asked and sho’ nuff it was! what a fucking small world. the year after starting to work at casci’s in bayside is when i met jes to begin with. so weird.

i can’t believe that was five years ago already, time flies!

oh manskies, old school.
this is my sister sarah and i in the EARLY cascarino’s days<3 (the whitestone store)

this morning i woke up and got ready at a slower pace than i wanted to, but felt better about it when i walked up to the Q train platform and the train arrived after about 3 minutes after i climbed up there… i was stuck sitting in front of a day camp group of about 10 on the train. they wouldn’t hold still and kept hitting my knees. their ages ranged from about 4/5-12. obnoxious little fuckers were all wearing neon orange hats to distinguish themselves in a large group outing i guess… aggravating colour to look at first thing in the morning i suppose… they kept trying to fit like 3/4 kids in a 2 person spanned area… wanted to get up but the train was so packed that i couldn’t.

whatever. 34th street rolls up. they’ve been gone, good. i get stuck behind some chick on the staircase/upstairs who feels the need to stroll like we’re on a romantic walk on the beach… bitch, move. you’re in the subway. so finally i get up to herald square… doing my usual bus lane speed walking up to penn… i get downstairs to the ticket machine and this FOOL is taking 9739 years. all the ticket machines are in use, so i stay where i am. he’s stuck straightening out his dollar bills… last one. print. go. — i buy my ticket, get down the stairs to track 17, doors are closing. don’t see train door opening person to give the pleading look to… starbucks it is.

venti iced skim marble mocha and a reduced fat very berry coffee cake. (i’m sure it is, whatevz.) lots of yankee fans everywhere. (ew) — waiting, waiting, waiting. people watching… trying to figure out on the big LIRR map where atlantic ave LIRR stop comes into play, no conclusive info. — train on track 20. skipping murray hill and auburndale (my stop). hoooooorah. to bell blvd i go.

surprise erica, pick up lunch for me and ma dukes… kisses and hugs from aniceto, jorge and julio<3 (casci’s fam!) get a ride from delivery driver… finally get to my mom.

i haven’t posted at all about what’s been going on with my mother lately… she went for a stress/echo test and it came back positive. which means there could have been a blockage in her heart. we found this out last week. yesterday she went for an angioplasty and it came up clean! no blockage! woo! but i still went to take care of her, where they inserted the catheter is all stitched up and sore. she isn’t really supposed to walk that much, so i helped out all day. we watched a lot of TV, which was cool since i don’t watch much TV in general… had fun talks, lots of laughs, just hung out…

all i wanted to do at 9:44PM was begin my journey back home to brooklyn… i’m so tired with all the caffeine coursing through my veins since 10AM, holding two heavy shopping bags full of BS… i’m just minding my business, trying to haul ass to the auburndale LIRR station – as i’m walking from mom’s to the train stop, some tan car holding a bunch of hooligans passes me by and some kid screams out “nice hair, stupid!”. i’m like, yeah okay whatever – it’s dark out. next block, five mins later, another car passes me with two or three kids in it passes by and one screams out “bitch!”… lol… really? wtf is wrong with people?

…mind you my hair is down today with a bobby pin holding a chunk of the front/left with a bobby pin. that’s it. i’m wearing flip flops, shorts and a v-neck today. i look kinda normal, not so stand out-ish… what the hell?

another car passed by and there were whistles being blown… sorta evened out the insults, lol…

zzz. can’t wait to hit the bed.

aside from getting into a screaming match with steve, and then bitching him out…  i ran into a lot of my friends, got HIGHLY inebriated, and also made an ass of myself.  for the most part, had a good time.

my friend john came out.  which was cool and strange. (we sorta used to hang out/date? in 2005)  …i had not seen him in ages…  he’s best friends with two kids that used to work at casci’s with me (one was with him, one of his friends i know was there too), that’s how we met…  and we had a good time.  turns out he’s got an anchor tattoo on his arm that reads “worship” & “tribute” in the scrolls.  HOW COOL/WEIRD? lol.  (okay, if you don’t know i have an anchor tattoo on my left arm and “worship/tribute” on my chest).  he says he told me about it but i honestly couldn’t remember and was amazed.  laura kept saying we were fated to be together… lol.  and yes, obv. he’s a huge glassjaw fan as well.

i saw one of andrews old friends and one of jeffs old friends – together.  weird, i hadn’t seen them in years either.  i can’t say that i remember most of our conversation other than mike telling me he was breeding his pitbull and joe loved that i could still spell his intricate italian last name in my phone, lol…  they were with my ex jeff’s ex marilyn who i take the bus/train with into work.  oh our little queens towns…

and the usual suspects were there…
and erica was out for a bit…

erica and i had gone out for dinner/sangria at like 6 and that’s when the madness started.  i didn’t get home until almost 4:45 AM.  you can only imagine the state that i was in.  i don’t remember a lot of the end of the night…  laura left to see her ex at some point that was working down the block at the tanning salon, my friends are lushes that stayed there, steve left after we fought, asshole left and i wound up making fun of him and what his ex was wearing (not knowing it was his ex – lace stockings and jean shorts? she’s not even fierce enough for that – pfft.) and stumbled home.

friday: erica’s!
saturday: cascarino’s w/erica and then we went to the mall – i finally got an iphone, i got this wonderful piece of sexy bag that is known as my new snakeskin betseyville bag (it needs more purple on it betsey, boo you!) – i got the newest DKNY perfume, yum! and some ridiculously large, awesome, neon pink, $11 bag from target… haha, my bags were on different price spectrum’s that day…

sunday: krays/casualties free show @ club europa in brooklyn…  sweaty, friend filled, free, lots of beer, HOURS of music, cute punk rock boys, my shiny pants – fun fun fun!

andddddd that was my exciting weekend.

…little did we realize the elevator was locked as well as the staircase doors to get onto the floors…  worst.  so we hung out in the staircase for a few and then decided to move ourselves to a local bar for a $10 pitcher of bud light before the events of the evening started…

decided i wasn’t going to bother with the male species at all, until some suit that worked for AMEX wound up chatting with us…  someone put suicide machines on the jukebox at the bar and all three of us were like ???  whoa!  and YES! and he was impressed i knew who they were – me and soph were like, this is our scene…

we started talking about shows and stuff, that we were going to h2o/dropkick the next night…  i started bitching about bamboozle featuring face to face this year and he was going on and on about face to face as soon as i mentioned them, and nofx.

…why am i always so fascinated by boys who are into the same type of music as me?  he even knew the little face to face intro on the nofx live album…  i was impressed.  he seemed to be really into it too, he was cute…  but looked like a taller version of my ex andrew – he kept going on about how we never would have thought he was into all that by what he was wearing…  i guess he was right, can’t judge a book by its cover – the more we talked, the more we had in common…  he stored me as “Jess Punk Rock” in his phone.  oi.

SO then we finally arrived at kate’s bday, a bunch of my friends were there…  including two people i used to work with at the video store…  weird.  we stayed there from like 10-3ish… i got mangled…   i never got drunk with my friend mike malave because he was straight edge for years so i was psyched, and made it a point to get drunk with him.  vodka+cranberry on repeat, not good.

me and soph just left, dunno why.  i don’t remember leaving really…  was really fubar, worst.  i don’t remember going home except for the fact that i didn’t remember transferring from the 1 to the 7 but managed to, and was confused waking up at main street since i didn’t remember changing trains at all.  we got home and passed out, it was wonderful.

all day i was recovering in bed, hang overs SUCK.  but at least i haven’t pulled that off since head automatica…  3 months in good condition!  woo!  then we went to go see h2o/dropkick murphy’s at roseland…

we missed most of h2o, didn’t realize they’d be on so early…  found MIA billy taint in the crowd…  had a good time watching dropkick.  i was so irish inspired, i love my kind.  …except for when they’re HUGE, drunk and pumped up by irish punk rock.  SCARY.  seriously.  oh, those fucking micks<3  -  that has got to be THE scariest/most brutal pit when they play st. patty’s day…  woof.

there were a lot of hot irish boys there in their little rugby shirts and paperboy hats…  (i was the only girl wearing a hat like that, whattt?)  ughhh – i loved it.  shamrock tattoo’s everywhere…  grrr!  i want one so bad.  maybe i’ll get one to match my sisters, but not on the back of my neck like hers…  maybe on my right wrist.  shit, i love irish culture.  i was raised more with irish/german culture than anything.  oh MAN i was loving it.  and it made me wanna see black 47 so badly.  i wonder if their gonna do irish night at citifield… – AUGUST 22nd – IRISH NIGHT – WOO!

annnnnnnnnnnnd today i just went to cascarino’s, hung out with erica and we went to her uncles house for a bit in long island.  had some din din, chillaxed.  i love my chill out days with her.  so comfy.

um last thing:
RANGERS WON!

and that folks, was my weekend.

BEDTIME.

i was falling asleep on erica’s couch, so i came home instead of putting myself through that anymore…  gonna hit the shower and the pillow.  i had a long ass day…

i like to go to cascarino’s on the weekends to chill out with erica and the gang…  i went to barnes and noble today, bought my favorite little mexican aniceto a english/spanish translation book and then was on my way over to the restaurant…   i brought UNO, had good eats/good company…  lots of caffiene and then booze @ winnie’s…  then i wound up working?  tattoo’s exposed and all, lol.   it was kinda weird, but kinda fun at the same time.

i just want to rest.  and damn the weekend for going too fast.  i’m in need of a lazy day, dammit.