August 23, 2013
Since I haven’t written about this, I think it’s time that I catch
the world up on the super exciting zenful (is that a word?) moment I
hope to live in for the next three weeks.
While rambling about my crazy Extraterrestrial Midnight Full Moon Half Marathon
I was going to do in Rachel, NV (near Area 51), a co-worker noticed my
posts on Facebook. He asked if I need a hotel while I was there. After
explaining it was going to be a sleep deprived 26 hours up and back
and that I probably wouldn’t get a room because spending $60 at the
Motel 6 for 5 hours of sleep seemed stupid, I told him he should go. He
said he didn’t have the time. Just to make sure, I asked if he had
anyone else he knew that was going before the two free nights expired.
He said no…I decided I’d gladly take them and make it happen if he
didn’t care when so long as I used the nights before they expired. This
is where I proceeded to do the happy, hoppy, screaming all over the
house dance…for like 30 minutes until I was worn out. It JUST SO
HAPPENS (duh duh duh) that there is a half marathon, in Las Vegas, on my
BIRTHDAY! DO you have any idea how bad last year sucked?!
Now back up a minute, I mean, it was my BIG 3-0 last year and my ex
boyfriend who randomly wants to date me before his testicles retract
into his gut and he becomes a commitaphobe again (he just said I
couldn’t use his name in this blog, so I’m not, and I will continue to
talk shit because I feel it’s fair…mean, but fair – I’m still dealing
with my emotional scars…which have made me kind of a man hater). So for
my 30th, I cried a lot, killed a bottle of wine by myself, then drunk
dialed a guy who I’d been chatting with online for a while (from an
on-line dating site)…and said, “hey, I wans sushis. Les go. Can yous
come geeet meee?” Drank a bunch more, ate sushi (my treat…yes…drunk
Cassidy paid for her own birthday sushi…this is when I learned to stop
being bitchy independent, let random other dates fondle my leg, I
deserve free birthday sushi! Then, played some drunk ladder golf, I
jumped on my outdoor bed (yes, outdoor bed) and twisted my ankle. No
running for me for a while. How’s that for ultimately depressing?
And back to the current birthday plans. I will be staying in Caesar’s
Palace, running a half marathon on my birthday (although this is the
first run this group has put on, so hopefully it’s not a disaster…so
long as I get a medal, I don’t care). Now, who to take with me… I asked
that same ex boyfriend from last year who couldn’t commit but was a
maybe because of school. Yeah, maybe doesn’t work for me because by the
time it’s figured out, it’s way short notice for everyone else. I
asked another friend who has kids and no reliable over-nite sitter. I
dropped hints to a new prospect guy who is unavailable that wekend.
Then, light bulb. I’ll contact my friend on the east coast – we always
joked about meeting up in Vegas, plus we were due for our two year
reunion. He seemed game at first, but then slowly drifted to stressed
out, whiny and annoying. Buzz kill. He knew a friend would be mad if
she couldn’t come so I said fine, so long as it means I get double
birthday cake shots – then I reinvited the ex because dammit, it’s my
birthday and I don’t want to share a bed with either one of them…and
this ex knows I’ll knock him senseless if he touches me. Then, the
travel friend didn’t want her to come. Then, he was trying to fly in or
out of random places to save on a ticket. And if the random place was
too far, it would be too much to park the car (hello, off-site parking
is really reasonable…just don’t park in the actual airport garage).
Just one thing after another to the point where I was fed up. I told
him figure it out sooner rather than later at which point he was more
stuck in his world rather than being the least bit considerate about the
AGAIN issue of finding someone on shorter notice than the current 6
week time frame I had. I’ve run alone. I’ve celebrated my birthday
alone. I’ve been to Vegas alone. I didn’t need the constant whining
just to get there. Plus! A huge thing for me is that only ONE person
has been there at ONE race to give me a hug when I finished…even if it
wasn’t a good race for me (a lot of walking). My long distance friend
was more concerned about the jet lag and had no desire to see me finish
(wohoo thanks for the support). But still, the one person, yet another
ex boyfriend (notice a trend) was there. That relationship didn’t last
long, but it is one of my more favorite memories of the times we spent
together. So I got desperate…and I opened the conversation to the ONE
race supporter I ever had with “Do you want to jump off the Stratosphere
with me?” Because, yes, that is on my bucket list…and I know he’d do
it. As a matter of fact, I forbid him to do it without me when he went
to Vegas. We went round and round and I was trying to explain how there
were three people in play…first to commit wins…but getting there was
difficult because I can’t concentrate on one subject for more that 2
minutes. The other person in play was a guy I’d been on a couple of
dates with…who then, while discussing music, followed it with a text
asking if I want to have morning sex (WTF – hello, 8 date rule girl
here). UM NO! Crass, rude, poor taste…we weren’t on that level for it to
be a joke no matter if that was how it was meant or not. But, I knew
he’d jump – his bad for being slow as hell to respond. I sent a “never
mind, I found a taker” text eventually and haven’t heard from him since.
Oh well.
Finally, after a poorly executed attempt to explain the hotel
situation, the Stratospere jumper called out of frustration…and because
he was driving. I explained everything and then it all clicked.
However, I will never forget the slightly snobby tone in his voice when
he asked, “Well, where is this hotel? Is it even on the strip?” To
which I replied slowly, “Um, yeah, uh (totally Office Space
style) Caesar’s Palace.” BOOM he was in! It still makes me giggle,
especially since he was about to get his own room at one point because
being around a bunch of people he didn’t know, including my other ex,
would be uncomfortable for him. I get that, so I assured him it was
just me and him in two separate beds. I’m sure the company (me) had
nothing to do with his decision, but the place did. However, the good
news is that he is game to do the things I’m interested in doing. Since
we aren’t dating, I don’t expect him to come see me finish. But it
should be interesting to see the look on his face when I come back to
the hotel room with TWO medals on…one from the USA Women’s Half Marathon
and one that reads “It’s my birthday and I’ll run if I want to.” And
yes, I’m wearing the birthday one all night long! I felt he would read
into it too much, like the trip was something too special exes should be
doing together or that I was trying to reconcile. So I’d rather keep
the birthday thing a secret…if he remembers, I’ll deal with it then, but
otherwise…Saturday (September 15th) is going to be awesome.
While I agreed to go to Rehab at the Hard Rock Hotel on Sunday as opposed to Venus, the European style pool at Caesar’s Palace…I’m still itching to go to the topless pool. I’m just slightly curious…oh well.
Less than a month a way! Wohoo!
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