After work yesterday I was making my way home to JC so I could attend the cocktail party at a co-workers penthouse apartment. So I get to the PATH train station and I see the asshole who groped me 2.5 weeks ago. Last conversation I had with the detective who was handling my case was "You didn't call us back when we had the guy, we had to let him go. Call us if you see him again."

So who do I see waiting for the train at 23rd Street? I get on the train and have the conductor call a PATH cop. I'll admit it was kinda embarassing being like "um mr conductor blah blah can you call a cop?". However I was determined to get this jerk. The train goes to the next stop, they hold the train and like 10 cops show up. The guy resists arrest, so they cuff him and take him to a cop car. Then I get taken to this weird secret room in the PATH station until they can figure out what to do with the guy. I guess the problem is the crime happened in Jerz, but they had him in NYC and it would be some sort of extradition issue. Long story short he had MULTIPLE warrants in NYC and was going right to jail.

I'm so glad that I followed through with this whole situation. I really do not feel it's ok to just feel people up if you want to. It's a big problem in large cities for women, everyone I know has a story about some scum bag doing this to her. It really pisses me off.

Basically moral of the story is:
-There are weird secret rooms in train tunnels.
-Transit cops are hot and will flirt with you (one gave me his number!)
-Don't fuck with me because I will crush you (ok thats a bit dramatic, but still)
-Penthouse apartments aren't all you'd think/hope they'd be (yes, I still went to the party afterwards. I mean I needed a drink).

So I know I'm back to hating the world/humanity- but every now and then there are people who make me almost retract that.

We have a guy in our office who is french and also has a general distain for people, but for some reason he has taken a liking to a few people in our office. Apparently I'm one of them. After my week from hell he asked about me frequently and makes a point now and then to see how I'm doing. There's a get together tonight in JC that both him and I are going to and he made a point to say that he looks forward to seeing me and having a drink.

I guess I'm just suprised that he's been so kind to me. It kinda gives me warm fuzzies.

I just finished the book Norwegian Wood by Murakami. I higly suggest you read this book if you like Hemmingway/Fitzgerald. I'm a huge fan of books/movies that have a sense of longing and sadness through out them. With all books that I love I couldn't put it down and am sad that I've finished it.

Ok this is turning out to be a terrible book review. I think I need time to digest it before I can talk about it.

That being said I now need a new book to read. Suggestions?

Years ago (sigh) when I was in college my roommate and I were heading out to a party and were trying to decide how to transport our alcohol across campus with out getting caught. We decided that tequilia in a apple juice bottle was the best way to go. It looks the same and no one needs more than an apple juice bottle of tequilia. I threw a lime in my pocket for good measure and we were on our way. About half way across campus we decided to start drinking. We were trashed by the time we actually got to the party. The next day I didn't get out of bed- period. For years afterwards I could not even smell shots of tequilia with out feeling barfy. It was at that point I decided me and tequilia were breaking up for good.

Well fast forward to Jessica in her 30's. Like any relationship worth its weight in gold it's never really over. 2 weeks ago I decided me and tequilia should get back together. We first re-connected in my mom's pool in AZ. I then decided to get hot and heavy with it yesterday- Sunday afternoon. After an all you can drink brunch we decided to hit up happy hour for half priced margaritas. Man oh man. Words can not describe how utterly crappy I felt. Which is why I now have deemed me and tequilia over forever. Seriously someone please punch me in the head if I EVER suggest tequilia again.

Some random thoughts from friends re: drinking tequilia on a Sunday:

A haiku:
Passed out drunk at nine
Pre-dawn hangover sets in
Monday spinning? No.

I woke up fully dressed on my bed with the lights on at 3 in the morning..

..another brilliant Sunday afternoon/night.

that my gym is stalking me. I haven't been really hardcore work out like I was a few months ago and my gym has noticed. They have called me with increasingly scary messages.

Message from owner: "Hi we've noticed you haven't been using the gym as much this summer, we've missed you."

Message from my trainer: "Hey Jessica. I've missed you. Hoping we can start training again now that fall is here."

This is all code for: "You are going to get your ass kicked for slacking. So we hope you're ready for a few barfy workouts!"

I seriously feel nervous even thinking about it.