Ah, we're past the welcome screen. And so it begins.
My name is Ali. It's short for Alicia. My dad calls me Lisa. Has since I was 2. Don't know why. I still answer to it. I answer to just about anything most of the time. I also bartend, as well as DJ. So "Hey you" "Beertender" and other such things I've grown used to.
I just turned 32. A week before Christmas. And if you think that didn't suck growing up, you're wrong.
I totally sympathize with anyone whose been unfortunate enough to have a birthday so close to Christmas.
I live in Upstate NY. This is not to be confused with NYC. NYC definately rocks. But I am not lucky enough to make enough to live there. I would in a heartbeat.
Actually, if I had the means, I'd be living down south. Or maybe out west. I'm not a fan of winter. I'm sorta like a bear, once the snow starts flying. If I could, I'd hibernate too.
Like I said, I'm a DJ. One of a handful of girl DJ's in the country. I'm nothing to brag about. I don't scratch anymore. Gave up "clubbing" years ago. So, now, it's just weddings, bars, a few karaoke events. Nothing too special. I'm actually wanting to go back to school. As the years go by me, I'm starting to see the need for a better education. Trust me, if you're just getting out of high school. Now is not the time to party. Go to college. Get that degree now. Party later. You'll have plenty of time, and it's always more fun when you have your own thing going.
I've made the phone calls I was suppose to make already.
There's two people I haven't called. But then, if I knew where they were, I would have. I'm not ready to tell you about them yet.
Let's move on to my crazy pals.
There's Shelle Belle. She lives in Arkansas now. She called to wish the happy ho ho, and fill me in on her life over the last month. Then there's Gen, my friend of 20 years. She's living in San Diego. Enjoying the palm trees instead of the snow. Bitch
My friend Liz called to wish the merry. And I spoke to my dad. Always a new expirence for me. ....See, dad and I are just now learning how to deal with each other. He never knew what to do with little girls. And when him and my mom got divorced, I lived with her. When she died, I had to move back in with him. Needless to say, this never went well. I've been out on my own since I was 17. (That's a whole other story).
So at any rate. Dad and I talked. He just turned 50 this year, did the whacky 50 yr old guy thing. Bought a Vette. (Corvette for those that missed it). He tells me about this new lady he's dating. He says she nice, smart, funny and Oh...yeah, she's 26. The conversation went something like this.
Me: So is she nice?
Dad: Yeah, she's really something.
Me: How old is she?
Dad: I don't wanna tell you.
Me: Don't tell me she only a couple years older than me.
Dad: No...that's not it.
Me: She's younger?
Dad: Yeah.
Me: How old?
Dad: 26.
Me: Oy to the vey!
Now, it's not that I don't want my dad not to be happy. It's just a bit disconcerning when the lady he's dating is younger than his youngest child. I'm the oldest of his 3. (The other two are boys) So...I have mini freak out while on phone, and then take a deep breath and tell him "As long as you're happy. I'm happy." I'm obviously lying through my teeth to daddy. But I don't want him to feel bad. He deserves to be happy. And if she's it...then who am I to complain.
I think I'll go enjoy some CSI and chill out for a while. Tomorrow, we have to go to a delayed X-mas party. And I'm just not looking forward to it.
Happy Holidays to one and all.
Take care of you
Ali
The Misfit Chick