These are the things that run through my head when I start to get nervous about the results. But, I also think about my former boss who, whilst standing in line to get into the airport, told me, "don't listen to your dad, I didn't pass the first time and look at me now." He's right. He's on his way to being a head deputy district attorney or even a judge! So, it'd be nice to pass on the first time. However, I've decided not to let it devastate me if I do not.
I went to lunch with an old friend on Monday, October 29, 2012. I was telling her stories about my life. That, coupled with my food truck mania night with my brother led me to the realization that I really do need to start blogging my experiences.
Random Night Story I Told Old Friend
There was this person in my life that I found to be quite an awesome influence. He will remain nameless because I really do believe he would kick me if he knew I told this story. Aside from the fact that he has a similar story of mine that I never want him to tell and never want to hear!
I was lying in bed one night after a day of procrastinating with Boo Boo Bear. Aside from the fact that it was getting closer to the time I had to start studying for the bar, I was also nervous because my final exam was four to five days away and I hadn't even opened the book.
Quack! Quack! Quack!
I turned towards my iPhone with its annoying ring tone. "Hello?"
"Hello beautiful person! You have such a beautiful faaaaaace. Where are yooou?"
"I'm pretty sure I am in bed, trying to sleep."
"I miss you! I want to see you!"
"So, come see me."
"I'm so drunk.... Aaah! But I want to see you."
It was a Saturday night. I figured, What the hell? It's not like my final is tomorrow. "I can pick you up...."
"You would do that for me?! You're awesome."
"I know."
Anonymous was trying to send me a text message of the address. But, I theorize that he was in such an inebriated state that the only thing I was getting was a bunch of numbers and an attempt at an address. Finally, an address after five minutes. I was about ready to give up on the kid. As I drove down towards the party he was attending I thought to myself, Shit, I really like this kid if I'm willing to pick him up from a party. I wonder if I look pretty.
I got to the house and it looked like a shit show. There were people standing outside and cars everywhere. There was a kid throwing up on the sidewalk. I remembered thinking, "Please don't be anonymous." As I called anonymous, he excitedly answered the phone, "I'm by the sidewalk!" (Don't worry! He wasn't the throw up kid!)
I pulled close to the house and this girl looked into my car. She looked extremely angry and started coming towards my car. Then, she banged her hand on my passenger window. Rude. I made a U-Turn and there he was, smiling and stumbling to my car. God, even when he's drunk he looks absolutely gorgeous.
"Heeeey!!!"
"Who's that blonde chick?"
"Just some girl. Some girl. I think she likes me. I don't know. Never mind." He slurred.
"She looks pissed."
"Because I called you. I think she has a thing for me, but I just really wanted to be with you, Nor."
"That's sweet." I said, sarcastically.
"You're not being very affectionate."
"I've been sitting outside a random house for ten minutes waiting for you."
"I really like you."
I turned to him, he had a smile on his face. Might I mention this man is absolutely beautiful? I remembered the first time I met him, I thought there was no way he could like me. This guy is six feet tall, has beautiful tan skin, big brown eyes and such defined features. Though, the thing that really gets to me is his smile. His smile is so infectious you can't help but smile. I'm pretty sure any girl that walks by him would fall for him.
I smiled back at him and touched his cheek. "I forgive you."
"Yooou like me." He taunted.
"Whatever, you like me too. You're in my car." I said, slightly annoyed.
We drove to my driveway and I sat there. We started talking, he was telling me about his day. I told him about my day. Then he put his head on the car seat and stared at me....
He looked embarrassed... "Noreen, I REALLY like you."
"You said that." I said in a matter-of-fact tone (Argh! I was such a tool with him!)
He hid his face in his hand. "No, you don't get it. You're not like anyone else. I really really like you....a lot."
I turned to him, scared. I felt uncomfortable because we had only been dating for two months. I knew that I liked him, but I didn't want to be heartbroken - especially because our time was limited and I was going to start studying for the bar exam. "I like you too, anonymous."
"But, I really really like you. Like, I call you by your name at work. The guys make fun of me.... I like you..." He pouted. God, I love when he pouts, I thought to myself.
"You're silly."
"Noreen, I like you so much. Like, damn. I like you a lot. I don't think you get it. I really don't think you understand what I feel."
I laughed a little. "I think I kind of like you." (It was this thing we used to do. We'd tell each other we "kind of" like each other. But, in reality, I liked this kid probably as much as he liked me.)
He smiled, "I kind of like you too, maybe."
"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page."
Dating Pet Peeve Story I told My Brother
About a month ago, I received a text from an old acquaintance asking me if he could take me out on a date. I, of course, accepted because he is quite an attractive human being. I've come to the realization that it doesn't matter how attractive a person can be, men tend to make the same dating faux-pas.
There we were having a lovely time at a bar. As usual, I was being the typical girl and barely touching my celery sticks. My eyes were done up - all mascaraed out. (By the way, if you haven't done so - every female should own Benefit's "They're Real.") He looked at me and said, "Nor, can I ask you a hypothetical question?"
I quizzically turned to him, "I think so."
He looked at me, nervous smile in hand: "What would you do if I told you that your eyes are beautiful and you're one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen?"
I smiled. "I would say thank you."
"And, what would you say if I told you I really want to kiss you?"
I looked at him, annoyed. The thoughts running through my head, if only you could hear them! What the fuck? Doesn't this kid know you're not supposed to ask for a kiss?! What am I? In high school. "I would say, no."
The look of rejection ensued, "well, it was just a hypothetical question."
"Next time, just kiss me."
"Like right now?"
"Are you kidding me?! Don't you know you're not supposed to ask for a kiss!! Absolutely not. No."
Food Truck Mania
Every Tuesday night Santa Monica holds a food truck lot on Main Street. I absolutely love the idea of food that travels. I stood on the sidewalk waiting for my brother, angry. I was on the phone with a friend from high school whom is living in Florida. She will be called, Florida. I was explaining to Florida how annoyed I was because my brother typically cancelled on my due to my inability to get out of work early. On this particular night, I had told my boss I could not stay late. I was sad because I had really wanted to practice direct examination questions I had written for a case. One of my favorite things to do is direct and cross-examination questions - I can't wait to have a jury trial!.
"Seriously, Florida. This kid bitched at me because I told him I'd be an hour late. We were supposed to meet at 6:30, then he changed it to 7:00. It is now 7:15. I will never let him live this one down!"
Finally, my little brother sauntered into the parking lot. I walked over to him. We started searching through the food trucks. Several of his friends walked up to us and began explaining to me how amazing the company is that they work for.
"What company is this?" I said.
"How long have you been working with us?" Tav's co-worker joked with him.
"My sister never listens to anything I say."
"That's not true! I know you work in Santa Monica!" I said to him laughing.
His co-worker had me download the application that they work for. It's this awesome application that allows you to pay for food trucks using the application. If you scan other people's applications (basically showing that you rallied the troups to the food trucks) you get a dollar a scan. You also get extra perks when you sign up a first time person. I obtained $19 whole Kuapay dollars!
Tavs and I decided we would take a food truck tour and I graciously offered to pay with my new-found cash.
The first food truck we visited was "Cairo Cowboy." We ordered this AMAZING french fry order with Tzatziki sauce. I swear I melted right in the middle of the parking lot. We were welcomed with a giant stack of french fries covered in chicken, tzatziki sauce, tomatoes and steamy goodness.
"I need ketchup!" I yelled
"Nor, have you looked a this thing?"
"Have you met me?! I love ketchup!" (Boo Boo Bear once told me I am so obsessed with ketchup, she's afraid to take packets when we eat together.)
"Stop eating! I need to take a picture."
"You're barely eating anything. Stop intagramming things."
"I need to record this moment!"
After we finished our french fries, we wandered around trying to figure out which spot to visit next. Both my brother and I are fans of slider, so we started our way towards Slammin' Sliders. I am a big fan of kobe beef, so this place was perfect. It was cute hearing my brother explain to the cashier how to use the program that he designed. Proud big sister moment. (On a side note, one of Tavs' co-workers said I look younger than my brother. Yippee! I don't look 25.) We bit into our giant onion ring burgers and they crunched and mingled in our mouths. I loved them.
After our burger adventure, we wandered to My Delight Cupcakery. The cupcakes danced around in front of us, taunting us. Each one begging to be picked. But, oh no cupcakes, I hate chocolate cake! I explained to the cashier that I hate chocolate cake, but I like real chocolate. He started explaining all the cupcake goodness standing in front of me. There was Almond Joy, which was a delicious little white cake dipped in something that had to do with almonds (I'm such a good listener.) Really though, I couldn't pay attention to anything he was saying because I was mesmerized by the Peanut Butter Cup Cupcake that was standing in front of me. "I love peanut butter, what's that one?"
"This is a peanut butter cupcake with a peanut butter based frosting dipped in chocolate. There's also a surprise inside."
"I'll take it!"
Tavs looked around and finally decided on a carrot cake. I stared into the window in awe when my eyes fell upon a cupcake called the Breakfast cupcake. "Oh my gosh! I've totally heard of those, brother! I've always wanted to try one! Aaah!"
The cashier must have heard me because he turned to us and asked if we had ever tried the Breakfast Cupcake. Apparently, it's one of their most known cupcakes. I told him I had not, but have heard great things. After all, anything with maple syrup, bacon and buttermilk has to be absolute heaven. He tossed one in for us.
"I think the guy thought you were cute." Tavs said, as we walked away and I showered the cashier with a million thank yous.
"Why....?" I said.
"We just got a Breakfast Cupcake. Either that or he is gay and thought I was cute."
"It was totally me."
Tavs and I ran into his coworker again. "What did you two get!" We showed her our cupcakes and opened up our box. I explained to her that I hate chocolate cake. "Me too!" Tavs exclaimed. "Really?! I never knew that!"
Tavs co-worker started laughing. "Maybe I should just talk more so you two can get to know each other more!"
Worst brother and sister ever.
Needless to say, the cupcakes were amazing. The peanut butter cupcake did not disappoint. In fact, it was a fluffy little ball of joy as I sunk my teeth into a peanut butter cup center. The surprise was the Breakfast cup. At first bite, you can taste the buttermilk cupcake, but as you start to chew the ingredients really come together. Boom! Maple Syrup. Boom! Bacon.
Our food truck mania was a good night.
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