Why does it seem that life becomes so uneven as you get older? I went from a feeling of boredom to the craziest day that I've had in, probably, 10 years on Sunday. I'm still sort of digesting it all. The good thing is that the police called today and said that they sent the case to the DA and that they are going to press charges against the guy who stole my purse.
The odd thing is, two days later random memories from the day keep popping up into my head -- the purse stealing; the play-ah! that kept hitting on me; a couple of things that my friend Drew did (nothing bad, just like, after the game when he saw me he bent over and threw his arms out (he's much taller than me) and yelled, "Heyy!!!! We won!!!" and it looked like he was expecting me to run up and jump into his arms -- that sort of stance -- I didn't, I calmly walked up and hugged him); wandering around looking for him in the rain before the game, etc., and . . . I still can't figure out what the fuck happened to make the day just so damn crazy.
And . . . why do I care? Why do these things keep popping up in my head?
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Urban's Crazy Day
Today was a mix of fun and shitty.
I woke up and it was pouring rain which, was a bummer since I was supposed to be going to a tail gate party and the Raider game. So, I got up and went looking for rain ponchos . . . the first place I went to only had ponchos in the colors of the other team. The next place was sold out. The third place had a blue one which was semi-neutral so I got that.
Went back home and got ready for the game. Got to the game, called my friend who was doing the tail gate and he didn't answer. So, it's pouring rain, I'm carrying a gallon of margaritas (which are pretty heavy) in one hand and an umbrella in the other, I'm soaked to my knees and trying to call/text him while roaming around this giant parking lot. He called me back and told me where they were and . . . I went where he said he was and couldn't find him (after walking back and forth in that area like, 8 times) so finally decided to give up.
I called him back and left a message saying I was giving up and going to throw away the margs and head into the game. I started walking towards the stadium and then . . . there he was. By then I'd been wandering around in the cold, pouring rain for about 40 minutes and was soaked up to my knees from stepping in puddles. And, when I got there I realized the jug of margaritas had popped open and half of it had spilled out all inside the bag, and down my pants, and all over the ponchos, etc.
Grrrr . . . I hadn't eaten and was starving and since I was cold and tired, I decided to have a margarita. Well, a margarita on an empty stomach of a non-drinker and . . . got kinda drunk. I decided to eat something at that point so had some tri tip. One of the guys at the tailgate was hitting on me hard but he was a total player so I just flirted with him and left it at that.
My girlfriend Lisa finally showed up at the stadium so I left the tailgate to go meet up with her and headed into the stadium. It was packed (the first sold out game this season) so it took a while to get in and during our wait I was talking with this guy next to me. We were talking about football and the guy said, "How do you know these old players? How old are you?" I told him and he looked stunned (yay!) he said that he would have guessed 15 to 18 years younger and told me I should start lying about my age and that I could realistically tell people I'm in my late 20s to early 30s (he was 42). Deja vu. I think they're crazy but, it was funny cuz it was such a replay of the night before.
We finally got in and to our seats and the two guys behind us were just fascinated with us because they wouldn't stop talking to us and touching us and it was getting ridiculous. They were probably in their mid-20s and stupid. We finally just started ignoring them. During half-time I wandered over to where my tail gate guy friends were sitting and chatted with them for a few minutes but, on my way there . . . I got waylaid by these three guys who wre trying to get me to go out with them after the game.
I was like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." One of the guys was 19. I told him that I had a nephew his age. One guy was saying, "Come on. You're hot. I'm hot. Let's hook up." I told them I'd pass and the guy hands me his phone with an empty contact record showing. I asked what he wanted me to do with it and he said, "Put your name and number in there." I was like, "Really? Do people actually do that?" I walked away from them and this other guy sees me and says, "Were they giving you a hard time?"
I said naah, they were fine. And he starts talking to me, asks what I'm doing, I explained that I was trying to find my friends and . . . he starts hitting on me. Asks if I gave those guys my number -- I said, no -- and asked if I would give HIM my number -- I said, no -- but he was nice about it. Tried a little harder and longer and then I finally saw my friend and ran over to where they were sitting. Sat there for about 5 minutes and headed back to my seats.
And then things got weirder . . . my friend went up to get us food and came back with hot dogs and a bag of Cracker Jacks. As she was setting her drink in the cup holder, her bag of Cracker Jacks disappeared. She was sure that the guys behind us took them so asked them about it. They denied it but they were definitely gone. And, there was an empty bag at the feet of one of the guys. It was weird but we let it go.
Those guys continued to bug us and we continued to ignore them and then one of the guys leaned over and whispered in Lisa's ear, "I took your Cracker Jacks and don't even fucking care." I didn't know he did that until later when . . . my purse disappeared. It was during a big drive by the Raiders and stupidly, I left my purse on my seat and we were all standing and cheering and when I turned around to sit down . . . no purse.
I was a little stunned and looked around to make sure that it hadn't slipped through and then the Cracker Jack stealer got up and left. Well, Lisa got up and told me to talk to security and she took off. I went up to report it and security went with me back to my seat to make sure I just didn't drop it and Lisa came back and said the police had the guy and my purse. Turns out she suspected the Cracker Jack stealer so when he left, she ran after him and yelled for security to grab him, that he had stolen her friend's purse. They grabbed him and searched him and . . . there was my purse.
I can't believe she did that. I owe her HUGE!!! Everything was still in there because he hadn't had a chance to do anything with it so I got soooooo lucky. I talked with the police, they asked if I wanted to press charges and I said, of course! They had the ass there in handcuffs and he kept saying to me, "Come on, are you really going to send me to jail for this?" I only answered once to say, "Of course. You stole my purse you fucking scum bag."
He told the police that we were high school sweethearts and that my name was Cherie. The cop was funny, when he told me that he said, "But, I know that isn't true cuz I saw your driver's license. First of all your name isn't Cherie and secondly, there's no way you were in high school with this guy. I saw your date of birth and . . . I have to say, I was really shocked." Ha ha ha ha ha!! I thanked him for being so nice.
So, I missed a good part of the game with all this drama. The police said that I could go finish watching the game because they had to put him in the paddy wagon (they actually used that term) and do paper work and that I could just meet them at this one gate after the game to sign the papers, etc.
By the time I got back to the game, there was only like a minute left and the Raiders were down by 3. Everyone around me was asking about my purse and when I told them who took it they were stunned. One guy said that he was there with the guy because their companies are working on a project together. He said the guy was married with kids. I told him that he was hanging around with a little thief.
Another guy said the guy was some professiona and that he had given him his card, etc. -- he showed me the card and I should have looked at it closer but didn't cuz I was still kind of in shock. The Raiders got a field goal in the last couple of seconds and went on to win in overtime but . . . I was bummed that I missed so much of the game. After the game we sat there for a bit enjoying the win and then went to meet the police.
They said he would be going to Santa Rita (local county jail) and that since i got everything back it might end up that they don't press charges but that he had flown in from San Diego and would at least miss his plane home and a day of work, etc. The thing that's creepy is, I feel like he stole my purse because he was pissed that I was ignoring him but, who knows.
I signed everything and then went to say goodbye to my other friends. They were trying to get us to stay but I was freezing. My feet were still soaked (it rained off and on during the game) and my pants were still wet to my knees and they had been since 11:30 in the morning and with the time shift, it was dark and cold and I didn't have a jacket, etc., so we left.
I was supposed to go to my brother's to watch the Colts game (he recorded it for me) but went home instead. Got home to see that the Colts lost. Bummer.
I go to Raider games all the time and they're always uneventful, fun games. But today was flatter-Urban-hit-on-Urban-steal-from-Urban-freeze-Urban-but-let-her-favorite-team-win-but-not-her-second-fave-team-day. I blame my tail-gate friend. Told him I was never going to tailgate with him again. But, it could also be Lisa. Or my weirdo-magnetism. I dunno but, overall, I have to say, I didn't like today.
I woke up and it was pouring rain which, was a bummer since I was supposed to be going to a tail gate party and the Raider game. So, I got up and went looking for rain ponchos . . . the first place I went to only had ponchos in the colors of the other team. The next place was sold out. The third place had a blue one which was semi-neutral so I got that.
Went back home and got ready for the game. Got to the game, called my friend who was doing the tail gate and he didn't answer. So, it's pouring rain, I'm carrying a gallon of margaritas (which are pretty heavy) in one hand and an umbrella in the other, I'm soaked to my knees and trying to call/text him while roaming around this giant parking lot. He called me back and told me where they were and . . . I went where he said he was and couldn't find him (after walking back and forth in that area like, 8 times) so finally decided to give up.
I called him back and left a message saying I was giving up and going to throw away the margs and head into the game. I started walking towards the stadium and then . . . there he was. By then I'd been wandering around in the cold, pouring rain for about 40 minutes and was soaked up to my knees from stepping in puddles. And, when I got there I realized the jug of margaritas had popped open and half of it had spilled out all inside the bag, and down my pants, and all over the ponchos, etc.
Grrrr . . . I hadn't eaten and was starving and since I was cold and tired, I decided to have a margarita. Well, a margarita on an empty stomach of a non-drinker and . . . got kinda drunk. I decided to eat something at that point so had some tri tip. One of the guys at the tailgate was hitting on me hard but he was a total player so I just flirted with him and left it at that.
My girlfriend Lisa finally showed up at the stadium so I left the tailgate to go meet up with her and headed into the stadium. It was packed (the first sold out game this season) so it took a while to get in and during our wait I was talking with this guy next to me. We were talking about football and the guy said, "How do you know these old players? How old are you?" I told him and he looked stunned (yay!) he said that he would have guessed 15 to 18 years younger and told me I should start lying about my age and that I could realistically tell people I'm in my late 20s to early 30s (he was 42). Deja vu. I think they're crazy but, it was funny cuz it was such a replay of the night before.
We finally got in and to our seats and the two guys behind us were just fascinated with us because they wouldn't stop talking to us and touching us and it was getting ridiculous. They were probably in their mid-20s and stupid. We finally just started ignoring them. During half-time I wandered over to where my tail gate guy friends were sitting and chatted with them for a few minutes but, on my way there . . . I got waylaid by these three guys who wre trying to get me to go out with them after the game.
I was like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." One of the guys was 19. I told him that I had a nephew his age. One guy was saying, "Come on. You're hot. I'm hot. Let's hook up." I told them I'd pass and the guy hands me his phone with an empty contact record showing. I asked what he wanted me to do with it and he said, "Put your name and number in there." I was like, "Really? Do people actually do that?" I walked away from them and this other guy sees me and says, "Were they giving you a hard time?"
I said naah, they were fine. And he starts talking to me, asks what I'm doing, I explained that I was trying to find my friends and . . . he starts hitting on me. Asks if I gave those guys my number -- I said, no -- and asked if I would give HIM my number -- I said, no -- but he was nice about it. Tried a little harder and longer and then I finally saw my friend and ran over to where they were sitting. Sat there for about 5 minutes and headed back to my seats.
And then things got weirder . . . my friend went up to get us food and came back with hot dogs and a bag of Cracker Jacks. As she was setting her drink in the cup holder, her bag of Cracker Jacks disappeared. She was sure that the guys behind us took them so asked them about it. They denied it but they were definitely gone. And, there was an empty bag at the feet of one of the guys. It was weird but we let it go.
Those guys continued to bug us and we continued to ignore them and then one of the guys leaned over and whispered in Lisa's ear, "I took your Cracker Jacks and don't even fucking care." I didn't know he did that until later when . . . my purse disappeared. It was during a big drive by the Raiders and stupidly, I left my purse on my seat and we were all standing and cheering and when I turned around to sit down . . . no purse.
I was a little stunned and looked around to make sure that it hadn't slipped through and then the Cracker Jack stealer got up and left. Well, Lisa got up and told me to talk to security and she took off. I went up to report it and security went with me back to my seat to make sure I just didn't drop it and Lisa came back and said the police had the guy and my purse. Turns out she suspected the Cracker Jack stealer so when he left, she ran after him and yelled for security to grab him, that he had stolen her friend's purse. They grabbed him and searched him and . . . there was my purse.
I can't believe she did that. I owe her HUGE!!! Everything was still in there because he hadn't had a chance to do anything with it so I got soooooo lucky. I talked with the police, they asked if I wanted to press charges and I said, of course! They had the ass there in handcuffs and he kept saying to me, "Come on, are you really going to send me to jail for this?" I only answered once to say, "Of course. You stole my purse you fucking scum bag."
He told the police that we were high school sweethearts and that my name was Cherie. The cop was funny, when he told me that he said, "But, I know that isn't true cuz I saw your driver's license. First of all your name isn't Cherie and secondly, there's no way you were in high school with this guy. I saw your date of birth and . . . I have to say, I was really shocked." Ha ha ha ha ha!! I thanked him for being so nice.
So, I missed a good part of the game with all this drama. The police said that I could go finish watching the game because they had to put him in the paddy wagon (they actually used that term) and do paper work and that I could just meet them at this one gate after the game to sign the papers, etc.
By the time I got back to the game, there was only like a minute left and the Raiders were down by 3. Everyone around me was asking about my purse and when I told them who took it they were stunned. One guy said that he was there with the guy because their companies are working on a project together. He said the guy was married with kids. I told him that he was hanging around with a little thief.
Another guy said the guy was some professiona and that he had given him his card, etc. -- he showed me the card and I should have looked at it closer but didn't cuz I was still kind of in shock. The Raiders got a field goal in the last couple of seconds and went on to win in overtime but . . . I was bummed that I missed so much of the game. After the game we sat there for a bit enjoying the win and then went to meet the police.
They said he would be going to Santa Rita (local county jail) and that since i got everything back it might end up that they don't press charges but that he had flown in from San Diego and would at least miss his plane home and a day of work, etc. The thing that's creepy is, I feel like he stole my purse because he was pissed that I was ignoring him but, who knows.
I signed everything and then went to say goodbye to my other friends. They were trying to get us to stay but I was freezing. My feet were still soaked (it rained off and on during the game) and my pants were still wet to my knees and they had been since 11:30 in the morning and with the time shift, it was dark and cold and I didn't have a jacket, etc., so we left.
I was supposed to go to my brother's to watch the Colts game (he recorded it for me) but went home instead. Got home to see that the Colts lost. Bummer.
I go to Raider games all the time and they're always uneventful, fun games. But today was flatter-Urban-hit-on-Urban-steal-from-Urban-freeze-Urban-but-let-her-favorite-team-win-but-not-her-second-fave-team-day. I blame my tail-gate friend. Told him I was never going to tailgate with him again. But, it could also be Lisa. Or my weirdo-magnetism. I dunno but, overall, I have to say, I didn't like today.
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