My Random Blog

Last night was SO fun and SO random.

After work I met up with the girls and we commenced to drankin’. All was groovy in Corrina Land until the ex started texting me. This isn’t usually a problem, as we’ve been friends, but it’s been getting out of hand lately. It started with him asking what I was doing. I told him I was hanging out. He then asked where I was. Um yeah, no. Since I did NOT want him showing up where I was, I simply replied with “Out.” That was pretty much that. The fun continued and soon we all headed to Fave Watering Hole.

As bff and I are walking to the bar from the parking lot, who do I see standing outside? The ex. I was instantly irritated. Now, while we have remained friendly, we have respectfully observed each other’s space when it comes to where we hang out. I know where he goes, and I steer clear. And, until last night, he observed that rule too. So I was pissed and asked him what he was doing there. A mini-fight later, he left. On with my night.

My girlfriend, Sly, randomly showed up and then the madness really started. She is one crazy, fun chick. Then something really funny happened. She tells me that she wants to introduce me to someone and grabs my hand and walks me through the bar towards her guy friend. I started laughing before we even got to him because HIM was Vanilla Ice. I told you this world was too small.

Vanilla and I said hi, kind of laughed and went on with our respective evenings, chit-chatting here and there. The gang and I acted like teenagers, took lots of pictures and generally had one hell of a time. We always do. Then at one point I was walking through the place, to get to the little girl’s room, and I ran smack into Scrubs. It’s like Fave Watering Hole was the only bar open last night. Vanilla, the ex and Scrubs all made appearances. Luckily, I don’t burn bridges, so the ex was the only unpleasant encounter.

We closed the place down and I headed home. On my way there, I started getting calls from the ex. I was in NO mood to deal with his drunk ass, so I sent him to voice mail. He wasn’t havin’ it and kept calling over and over and over. I finally answered long enough to tell him to knock it off and hung up. He wasn’t havin’ that either. He called and called and called, and then showed up at my door. I didn’t even open it; I told him to leave. He did, but then continued to call and call and call. I had to turn off my phone. I’m not thinking that I’ll be speaking to him again any time soon.

And that was my evening. Better me than you, right? If you want to see photos from last night’s fun fest, head over to my Flickr page and have a gander. I uploaded a few from my phone.

Peace and good times.

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