Watch What Happens

I haven't posted in a while. Lazy writer, perhaps. Mostly busy with work and living life as one does. 

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This week we have UFC 146. Pretty much the same as every UFC fight we do on an operational level. Every time they're here though, they seem to have more and more people I don't recognize. I used to know everyone but a handful. Now I only recognize a handful and hardly know anyone. But it really doesn't matter much. Things still get done and we move on to the next show.

Last week we had the 2012 Billboard Music Awards. I'll try and do a post-date recap of that. It ended up not being as awful as I had imagined - even despite having to hang stage left with the fire inspector while Bieber did his rehearsals and continually bumping into him. It was actually a good event to work on overall. But more on that later.

Had dinner with my life-advisor and longtime friend Burt Watson last night at Seablue. I always learn a little more about myself when we have our dinners. He lays it on the line for me - no bullshit. "Amy, listen to me…" he says. He grilled me about the men in my life. I told him I don't speak to Counselor anymore, told him a little bit about Motorcycle-guy; but mostly he gave me guidance on my future, as he always does. "You gotta let it go, baby, and just let it happen. Be patient." I know Burt but patience is not my strongpoint. My dad's been telling me that since I was 4.

The Dolce Diet: Living Lean

We eventually got talking about my current lifestyle. Burt's been a picture of health for a long time but in the past year he started doing something a little different. He hooked up with Mike Dolce, author of "The Dolce Diet: Living Lean." Mike's an athlete himself, a performance coach to many UFC fighters and Burt's good friend. There are lots of health books & trainers out there but if Burt works with him & says I should too, I listen. So naturally Burt hooked me up with Mike as a favor to him. Mike gave me his book to read before we start any consultations so tonight after I get done tapping this post out, I'm gonna start it. 

I'm still being a good girl, walking 4+ miles about 4 times a week (last week only once though because of the crazy Billboard schedule), juicing when I have time (I smartened up and just bought a half-dozen bottles of Evolution juice for those days I can't do it myself), haven't had any alcohol since February 28, down 14lbs since March 1 and haven't eaten red meat or poultry since April 2. Not drinking is not hard. Not eating red meat is not fun. I literally crave steak. Motorcycle-guy is a big health nut too and he's helping to steer me in the right direction - moderation. Something I'm not particularly good at. But I'm trying. He's coming to Van Halen on Sunday to hang so I'll get to see his charming self again. It's fun to like someone again. I'm 40 and I still get butterflies in my stomach. He's got a big company bash next month. I wasn't sure when he invited me if he was asking me to go because he wants to see me or just because we are in the same industry and I'm with the Grand Garden Arena. Recent texts lead me to believe it's the former but I'm making sure Zippy & his wife are there in case it's the latter. I don't want to look like a total fool, after all. Motorcycle-guy has my ticket so unless I do something monumentally stupid (which isn't out of the realm of possibility) it should be a fun night regardless of why he wants me there. We'll just have to wait and Watch What Happens.

Now off to bed to read about how I'm going to reshape my future (literally) and rest up before the UFC 146 autograph session, fight club q&a and weigh in at the MGM Grand Garden Arena tomorrow. Truth be told I doubt I'll even see more than 10 minutes of any of it. I'll be working on Van Halen, a couple conventions & Pacquiao vs. Bradley. I'm not a micromanager. My team can run the events. They're the best in the business!

I'm Alone Again

I'm Alone Again. Completely alone. Even my temporary roommate has moved out. After 4 months of living a way-too-good-to-be-true lifestyle I've come back down to earth. It really was too good to be true - or at least too good to sustain. But it was true. I lived every minute of it. From the Tequila-man to the secret guy to Counselor - every minute of it. But the one I'm sad about losing is Counselor.

Counselor's gone. I'm heartbroken, regretful, humiliated and wiser. I knew this ending was inevitable, I was just hoping for a different one. He made it crystal clear I should stop hoping. Yeah, life goes on. I mean we've all got 2 choices when faced with pain: either blow your goddamn head off or move on. I've gotten over him before, I think I can do it again, and he won't likely be the last one. It just sucks being that dumb girl. It ain't so fun.

I'm giving myself 7 days to cry, bawl & feel sorry for myself. Then I'm back to doing what I should: living. I'd like to be angry and say I wasted the past 4 months on this asshole but in all honesty, in the aggregate, I had more fun with him (and the others) in the past 4 months than I had in the whole year prior. He's a good guy at heart. I'm just damaged and I miss him. But I've learned a lot about myself and about what makes me happy and about what I need in a relationship - friendship or otherwise. And I can't be upset about that.  

In the words of my dear friend Burt Watson, "Right decisions don't come easy." 

Love Brings Change

Tonight I had dinner with Burt Watson at Seablue. We make a point to have dinner one night each time he's in town. He is truly my dearest friend and confidante. He has my best interest at heart and always calls me on my bullshit. Burt and I go WAY back, back to the days when I  first started working in boxing over 15 years ago. For reasons I still can't explain we just hit it off and have been close ever since. 

Originally Counselor was supposed to go to dinner with Burt and me. He cancelled earlier; had a rough day. Wasn't feeling it. Then around 5.30p he text to ask if the invite was still open. We met at Seablue a little early for a drink before Burt arrived. We all had a blast. A great night of reminiscing, great stories about the dearly departed Jay Edson and the suitcases of cash he use to carry. The funny thing was we all - Burt, Counselor and I - all had stories about Jay. It was a great night.

The evening ended with another heart break with Counselor. He was probably the most honest with me that he's ever been but honesty isn't always fun. Love Brings Change but that's got to come from him, not me. He told me to move on, that he's not the guy for me, that I deserve better... speaking of better - tomorrow I'm going to dinner at Craftsteak with the Fireman, his mom and her 2 friends. Then we're all going to see KA. Should make for an interesting night. 

"The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them." Maya Angelou