adele and other stuff...xoxo.

last sunday was the worst sunday i've ever had...basically, the morning begins with my youngest sister calling me at 8 am...i'm like, it's fucking 8 am...what could she possibly want? so i pick up the phone and she wants to know if V and i wanna grab dim sum with the family...and i'm like...like, "right now?" and she's like, "yes...we'll be at the restaurant at 9ish."...and since i try to get as much family time in as i can, i was like..."okay."

so anyway, my family decided to go to this restaurant that i completely abhor cause the food is mediocre and the restaurant is even too dirty for my standards and i love love hole-in-the wall restaurants...so we order our food and as we're eating, there's a fucking cockroach crawling next to my sister "N" which in turn repulses the crap out of me and i quickly stop eating...at that point, i really just wanted to barf...but since i was there with my parents, i didn't want to start bitching to the manager cause my parents are the type of people that don't like to be confrontational to others and find it easier to just ignore the situation and leave...if it was just me and my fiance, i would have thrown a shit fit and told them i was gonna report them to the health department cause that was just straight up gross...my sisters thought i was being too overly dramatic...but honestly, i swear, since i've worked in restaurants before, like if there are any bugs that are out in the dining room, the kitchen is only 100 times worst...

so anyway, that was the beginning of my bad morning...

so around noon time, i ended up getting my women issues which royally pissed me off cause i was like two days early...yes, i count my days...i had an adele concert to go to that evening at the hollywood bowl and i began freaking out cause when i have my women issues, i basically become quite immobilized...i swear, the symptoms have been getting worse since i've been getting older...it's to the point where i'll actually need to take the day off from work...

so since i know it can get bad, i began freaking out and attempt to get someone to take my ticket to go in my place but to no avail. i then decide to take a nap for two hours and hoped that i would feel better...i also decided to take 6 ibuprofens...

so i manage to get up at 4 pm...and muster the energy to go cause my fiance said he wouldn't go to the concert without me...and i figured i should try to get up cause i was actually interested in seeing etta james cause i completely love her...

so anyway, we take the shuttle from the LA Zoo to the hollywood bowl with our friends F and A...as we're approaching the hollywood bowl, my friend F tells me that Etta James isn't gonna be there but Chaka Khan is gonna take her place...i was like, "Ha ha...i know you're kidding...i didn't fucking get my ass out of bed to fucking see chaka khan." so anyway, i look at the sign and it was true...CHAKA KHAN!! i'm like, WTF? can this day get any worse? so here i am, in fucking pain and about to spend my time watching chaka khan who i cannot even stand but whatever, i try to be a good sport about the whole thing...my fiance didn't even know who chaka khan is...she's obviously before his time...

so anyway, we get to the concert and eat F sandwiches which were amazing...i had made this pasta salad to go with F's grilled portobello roasted pepper chicken sandwiches in which we finish off with some lambrusco...i manage to actually feel somewhat okay...so, the opening act consisted of this woman in a tuxedo singing and dancing all schizoprehnically...it was great..and by great, the worst fucking thing i've ever seen in my fucking life...this woman proceeds to like sing like a nutcase and then paint a picture at the same time...i was like, WTF? i would have been more impressed by her if she like stood still and sang a song that didn't give me a headache...

and then chaka khan comes up and sings all her hits...before she sings some song about a fire...she's like..."i was a bad girl...a very bad girl. i used to partay...i put the P in partay...until one day my mom told me to stop and come home and pray and find god." before she tells us to used to partay, she tells us about how she had like some kids that she didn't take care of cause she was too busy partaying...so i'm like, instead of her mother telling her to like pray and find god, why didn't her mom just tell her, "i don't fucking care who u are...why don't u fucking come home and take care of your FUCKING kids and stop being a drugged up skanky hoe celebrity singer"? cause obviously, that's what i would have told my daughter...or i'd be like, "if u don't come home to take care of the kids u brought into this world, i'm gonna sell them." am i harsh and a bitch sometimes? i'd have to say yes...and then chaka khan ends her performance with "i'm every woman" which really upsets me cause for one, i HATE that song and i don't get how u can be "every woman"...what does that even mean???

so before adele is about to hit the stage, my medication has worn off and the pain hits... i begin to get really sweaty and immensely nauseated and begin to experience really intense bad cramps...so my fiance walks me to the restroom where the line is a mile long...i swear, could this day get any worse? i'm holding my stomach and really just wanna cry and go home..eventually, i was able to hit the restroom where i sit in there trying to deal with my pain...i finally make it back as she sings her second song and i pop more ibuprofen....the rest of my nite was spent trying to stay focused on watching adele [who btw is AMAZING even though she would flub her lines a lot] and dealing with my pain...my friend A told me that she heard that after you have a baby, the women issues pain subsides but i was like, "i'm not fucking getting my ass fucking preggers right now to find out if that's true or not." i swear, what if i knock out a kid and i get all fat and ugly with gnarly stretchmarks and my period pain is still intense? that would royally suck like big time...

anyway, so i was uberly glad when the concert was over...i just couldn't wait to go back home and get underneath the covers and lie in bed...and of course, before that could happen, we had to wait for our shuttle and we basically didn't get home till like another hour...

so yes, that was my SUNDAY which was officially the worst sunday of my life...

i am definitely now looking forward to this weekend...hopefully i'll finally be able to catch the Hangover with the love of my life [and yes, i'm referring to V], head over to my parents house for 4th of july, and catch death cab for cuties with my friends at the hollywood bowl on sunday...pretty crazy packed weekend...i just have to make it thru today...

i'm gonna make myself a peach iced tea for work and hopefully, the day goes by quickly...but somehow i doubt it...xoxo...