Oh, Boys

I've been having boy problems lately. (Perhaps, lately is an understatement ...)

It seems that my old next door neighbor only thinks of me when I'm in Birmingham. Let me just put this out there: he's in Auburn, not only does he know where I live, he's been to my place in Auburn, and he knows my car. Last week, I was sleeping away, minding my own business, when I hear my phone whistlin' at me. "What's up" he says. "Not much [lie]. You?" I respond. "Same here. Just thinking about you."

The nineteen-year-old me would have thought, "Awww. How sweet."

The jaded me thinks, "Why do you do this when I'm not in Auburn?" and then the Black Eyed Peas start floatin' through my mind. When the phone rings at two in the morning it only means one thing, baby.

So, do I channel the former me or stick to the BEPs?

I say there are only two people who can get away with calling me in the middle of the night. He's one of them. The other, he's sleeping. Why can't my dear former neighbor learn to do that? (Seriously, if you need someone to talk to in the middle of the night. Or take you to the hospital. Or bail you out of jail, but only if it's some trumped up charge or for a good cause - I'll be there for you. 'Cause I'm nice like that.)

In other boy news, The ex-Boyfriend was in true form yesterday. He was over to pick up his cats, as divided per the verbal break-up agreement, after being out of town for a week.

First, I asked if I gave him my old quilt. It's basically a navy blue, was on my bed for a few months, and is not the gray comforter he has. I made that very clear.

He SO brought over the gray comforter.

"I vaguely remember something other than white," was his response when I tried to explain for the ga-zillionth time what I was looking for.

Then, I noticed little Zoe has a crab claw growing out of her front right paw.

He seemed to be under the impression that cats' nails molt. No they don't. So, Zoe-cat stayed with her mommy an extra night so I could drop her off at the vet this morning.

In conclusion, my old neighbor needs to make a point to text me in the middle of the night when I'm in AUBURN and The ex-Boyfriend needs to learn the difference between gray and blue and a comforter and a quilt. (I think he's been schooled on the nature of cat nails.) And even though he has those moments all the time, The ex-Boyfriend is a much more reliable pick to keep company with than the old neighbor. Someone better man-up before I go back to the familiar four-year-long road I had with The ex-Boyfriend.

I'm not as old as I thought, but not as young as I used to be

So, I went to the Black Eyed Peas concert a couple of weeks ago. Before I even started asking people if they wanted to go with me, I was getting the "I don't like the Black Eyed Peas" vibe. That made me kind of nervous that I wouldn't have a date, but I stayed confident and threw it out there I was going until one of my friends (yay, Debbie!) admitted she liked them as well AND she wanted to go to the concert.

We feared we would be the oldest people there (not including parents taking their children), but it turns out there was nothing to fear. Not only were we not the oldest, we were also not the youngest. I also noticed a couple, where the boyfriend was definitely older than mine, and the girlfriend was SO MUCH younger than me. This is significant because it makes mine and my boyfriend's age difference seem really low. (And it only seems really high when I tell people how old he actually is. And how young I really am.). Anyway, that couple could have been father and daughter, but they were a little too cozy to be related, in my opinion.

On to the show ... HOW EXCITING! Well, after I had to sit through LMFAO (entertaining) and Ludacris (vulgar). I was THAT person - taking pictures constantly with my BlackBerry. They actually turned out pretty well. I don't think I've mentioned it here, but I have a HUGE crush on Taboo. He's got an interesting look, but when I actually fell in crush was when I was watching the Grammy nomination show and I saw him stand up and clap for the Jonas Brothers (and everyone else who performed, that I could tell). What a good sport! Now, the Jonas Brothers don't appeal to me, but I'm not a musician and I'm not a performer, so what do I really know?

Back to the show ... they played a LOT of songs, and the show was awesome. I think Debbie liked that they actually had instruments, as opposed to a record player. I also liked that instead of taking a break all together, they took turns doing some solo stuff - Fergie did some from her solo album, Will.I.Am did some DJ-ing, Taboo rode around in the air on a motorcycle, and Appl.De.App ... I forgot. I'm just getting to be familiar with his work and the show was a couple of weeks ago.

Maybe if I hadn't been trying to get a good picture the whole time, I would remember more. :)

They're the only show I've been to that I actually got up and danced a little. Very. Big. Deal.

They announced there would be an after party at 1120. I seriously considered going, until I got in the car, got Debbie dropped off, and realized the Space-man probably would not be up for joining me. And I realized it was about midnight and I wasn't up for driving the whole 2 miles there, parking, dealing with the club people, and fighting the sleepies. I opted for getting into bed and passing out, which worked out just fine.

By the way, do not waste your money on the big cup of frozen tropical drinks if you're drinking alcohol. They put the same amount in the small ones as the big ones. Ergo, the smaller ones have a higher alcohol ratio.