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I think my post on Friday actually inspired me because I had a busier weekend than normal.  This is great for my personal life, but terrible for my budget.  I am (for the first time in my life) trying to track every single dollar that I spend so I can fully realize the wastefulness that I indulge in every day.  This morning, I looked at the spending in my “random shit” category (these are things like the lava lamp nightlight I recently purchased from Walmart and the two, yes two, sushi dinners this weekend) and I was over by $95 this week.  

… I get a solid rating of “terrible job!” so far for my efforts.

So Friday I had a pretty fun night… I finished my huge project right at 5:15 on the dot and went out to happy hour with some work people.  By 6:15 I was sufficiently tipsy and feeling frisky, so I texted Nate asking him if he wanted to go to my favorite BYOB sushi place.  He did, and so did a twelve-pack of Sam Adams.  By 9:30, I was feeling full of maki and Sam and pretty damn happy.  I had a great time with him, but I am 100% sure now that we are just friends.  There is the slightest hint of attraction there, but it is so not enough to ever act on.  The implications and effort involved would just be too much work.  We ended up meeting up with Shorty and Big Mo at a local bar that happened to have some super indie band playing after our dinner and all just hung out.

Sidenote about indie rockers:  If you don’t know this already, Providence is the home to the Rhode Island School of Design.  This is fantastic because there are always lots of interestingly (read: scenesters who take it way way too far) dressed people wandering about.  Now, I went to Emerson College in Boston, which is a super scenester school, so I feel very at home around these people.  I especially love to see them all congregated in one place because I like to stare at them.  I find it confusing that out of all styles of dress, scenester is really one of the toughest to get exactly right.  There are so many rules and so many minute ways you can screw it up!  I personally would find it exhausting to have to try to hard to look like you’re not trying hard and be so cool when you don’t want to act that cool.  I think I have deep-seeded desires to actually be a scenester but I just know I would never be able to put in the time, effort and thought involved.

I am what I like to call an “original emo”.  I grew up wearing chucks and salvation army tees and you could always find me at the local shows.  By age 18, I’d seen every emo band from Get Up Kids to Thursday to Dashboard.  I grew out of it, but there are still traces there if you look hard.  You can find me sporting the chucks sometimes and more often than not rocking out to Saves the Day.  (I think according to the scenesters, this would be considered very, very uncool.)

Another tangent related to emo bands and band guys:  My high-school boyfriend (The Master Manipulator) was the lead singer/guitar player in a few popular local bands.  The notes we passed in school were filled with songs written about me.  I would go to the shows and hear the bands play those songs and dedicate them to me.  There was actually an entire EP they released called “Beth in Drop D”.  I was always with the band and never one of the groupies.  When we fought, he often made up for it by writing me a new song and singing it to me.  And I always, always fell for this.  I was smitten, thought he was the coolest; thought I was the coolest.  It took me a few years and a lot of heartache before I realized… what a friggin’ lie.  Looking back I see that it was all a facade used to romance me into a state where I was oblivious to what was really going on (…cheating and attention-whoring).  

Today, I usually can’t stand band guys.  I try not to stereotype because I know I am incredibly biased due to my own experience, but I have to say that I am usually right that musicians are attention-starved, manipulating, self-loving individuals.  Most girls go absolutely nuts about a guy who plays guitar.  And more often than not, guys absolutely know this and use it to their every advantage.  I can’t stand this.  It used to be a point of pride for me that “I hate band guys!” because I thought I was so much smarter and more jaded than other girls, but at this point it is just plain fact.  I understand better than anyone the attraction of a musician… I know because it was how I was trained to be attracted to someone for two years.  I was one of the lucky few who figured it out early, I think.

So alls I’m saying is, ladies… just be wary of The Band Guy.  Or even just The Guitar Guy.  They are used to having girls fall all over them and believe me when I say they KNOW how hot they are to you when they play for you.  They are not fools, and most of them use this knowledge to their advantage, even if they seem genuine.  Just make sure you pay attention to the things that matter and remember that actions speak louder than song lyrics.  (And if you are dating The Band Guy and he is truly awesome and not an attention-whore, congratulations because you have a rare man-prize.)

OK, this post is getting absurd.  I meant to talk about my weekend and so far all we have covered is my budget problems, my love/confusion for scenesters and The Band Guy.  And now this is entirely too long.  Well, here’s a quick weekend recap to close it out:

Saturday went to Boston on a whim to see Mom (NOTE: Mom is Not My Real Mom.  She is my best friend from high school.  My real Mom does not live in Cambridge, get drunk with me, take me out to bars, or read my blog.  I apologize for the confusion!), ended up hanging out with our old friend from high school, made an amazing dinner and drank some wine, went out to two bars in Cambridge and even though it was raining had an awesome time, drunkenly ate brownies and barbecue chips while watching a queen latifah movie at 2 a.m., then slept on an air mattress in Mom’s room, her and her boyfriend are back together which is good because she was really sad, Sunday morning we laid in our beds and talked and laughed and I think this was my favorite part of the weekend, Sunday night my first boyfriend of all time from when I was 16 was in town with his current girlfriend and we went out to dinner, I’m still really good friends with him and never get to see him so it was nice to hang out, also good because I actually like his current girlfriend, he usually dates crazy skanks which is weird because he is really hot and can get any girl he wants so I don’t know why he chooses skanks, all-in-all I did a lot and felt busy and happy and productive and I love Mom and wish I could hang out with her every day.

Monday love <3

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