Life's Little Ironies

Occasionally when life is getting me down -- something comes along and picks me back up.

I was IMing with a good friend yesterday (Nat strikes 2) - and I mentioned that I would not be attending any more concerts at big Arenas. Why spend all that money, to sit in the worst seats in the nose bleed section and watch the entire concert on the jumbotron. Its like your not even there, right?

So I get home last night afterwork, and lament that I'll be spending another lonely Friday night at home. I am recently single, so I'm not used to having nothing to do on a Friday night.

My dinner is on the stove when my cellphone rings. My has friend called to tell me to get my ass to MSG for a Destiny's Child concert. Its already 8:10 pm and the opening act is on stage. So I left my dinner half cooked on stove (so not like me), got dressed and ran out the door. I was having one of those "I hate that I live in a borough" moments, cause 34th street seemed so far away at this point.

I got there, in record time - Bless the MTA. Now I'll admit I am a bit of a hypocrite...as I said earlier in the day, I would not pay for tickets to an arena show, but free ones, well that's a different story.

I go to will call and get the ticket. I excitedly head toward Tower D, thinking that this will be another show seen on the big screen. But to my surprise I am ushered out onto the floor of the Garden, and walked up to me 3rd row center seat! I've finally made it to the head of the line! I've often dreamed what it would be like to sit so close at a concert! And let me tell you it was all that I could have dreamed it was. The girls brought down the house and I ended up catching one of Beyonce's sweaty towels (should I sell this on Ebay?).

Talk about life's little ironies! Who would of ever guessed that is how I would have spent my night on Friday, July 29, 2005.

A big "Thanks" goes out to Ethel Watters!

My First Entry, Here Goes Nothing (and Everything)

Well after much prompting from my friends, I have finally created my own blog.

So here goes nothing...

Where to begin? How about a little info about me.

As you may or may not know, I really hate my job. No offense to the people I work with - and you know who you are. But this is the last place on earth I imagined I'd be at this point in my life. Honestly, complaining aside, there are worse things I could be doing for a living (digging ditches, flipping hamburgers, or mopping floors...just to name a few). And sure, the free health insurance and bi-monthly paychecks are nice, but as I said not exactly where I pictured myself at this stage in the game.

For those of you who are confused and wondering 'Who is Pabl0 Perez?' - It is just an Alias (how Jennifer Garner of me right?) that I have used for years. My alter ego is rico and suavemente - nothing like me at all. I am not of Spanish descent and for the most part this blog will never be written in Spanish. Ironically, I could not host this site at pabloperez.blogspot.com, because Pablo is actually a real person living in Chile. If you can read Spanish, check out his site.

What will you find here on my blog? Not quite sure yet? Mostly my thoughts, gripes, and funny stories (anyone who knows me, knows that drama follows me where ever I go.) Just ask my friends about Dr. Crack! Good what was I thinking.

So until I find another job (or get fired from this one for having a blog -by the way, did you hear about the girl who got fired from Ladies Home Journal for having a blog?) feel free to check this site out and see what trouble I've gotten into.