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What a weekend.

Friday night with the girls was super fun. Sex and the City was fabulous, but the way some chicks dressed themselves to see it was a little ridiculous. It was worth it just to see the fashion nightmares that came out to play. Note to those women: While this IS California, it isn’t Hollywood. And Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte could not see you through the movie screen. I’m really not sure what was worse- the fashion show, or the “I [heart] Sex and the City” t-shirts. My girls and I were super excited to see the movie, and loved it- but we dressed like ourselves.

After the movie we commenced to drankin’, hit several local hot spots and celebrated Michelle’s birthday the right way. Saturday night at work I was wishing my head would just explode already.

Last night, after work, drinks sounded like a good idea again. I met up with Sly and we decided to see how much beer our bodies could hold. Turns out they hold a lot. Today I am not feeling that spunky. Thank GOD I don’t have to go anywhere.

On another note, I got a new phone. Again.  I thought I’d try out the BlackBerry since it’s the only kind of phone that I haven’t had yet. That, and Fashion Paramedic adores hers so much that I had nasty phone envy. So I got myself a white Pearl. It’s cute and I like it, but I am considering it my BlackBerry “training” phone. The QWERTY keypad is foreign to me and I’ve gone from texting like I invented it to texting like a 2 year old. I am getting better though. So once I master this one, I’ll upgrade.

Ya know how women are with shoes? I’m like that with phones. It’s a sickness and I need help. But until someone comes up with electronics rehab, I’ll keep getting new ones.

Peace and smartphones.

Tomorrow me and a bunch of crazy bitches will be celebrating the birth of Michelle. Since we’re kicking things off at 3:30 p.m., I’m anticipating one looooong-ass evening.

Cocktails at 3:30, Sex and the City at 4:30, dinner and more cocktails after. If I’m still walking upright at 9 p.m., I will consider it a personal victory.

I hope everyone has a great weekend! I’ll be back Monday.

Peace and girlfriend fun.

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.

Another Friday, another hangover. Wee hoo.

Well, Vanilla knows about me and Scrubs. I knew he would. He started text messaging me the day before yesterday, asking me questions he already knew the answers to. I was irritated by that, but too ashamed to fight with him about it, so I was honest and apologetic. It’s not like I was going to have any kind of relationship with him or anything but I still feel bad about it. At first he seemed a little pissed off, but after talking about it for a bit, he understood that it wasn’t intentional, I was sorry, and by the end everything was kosher. Scrubs and I remain friends as well. Although we won’t be taking our clothes off in each other’s presence again.

I went out last night after work, met up with friends and had a fabulous time. There was even a little drama to make things interesting.

A girlfriend and I went into the bathroom, at the place we were at, to find 2 girls standing in there looking shell-shocked. One of them was holding her head with both hands and on the verge of tears. I just went in to wash my hands, so they started telling me all about how some crazy girl had followed them in there and started punching the girl in her head. I wasn’t sure why she did that, exactly, but it had something to do with a guy. Figures.

So I’m listening to the injured girl and being as supportive as I can be to a chick I’ve never met, but once my friend was done, I needed to get back to my beer. As I’m exiting the bathroom I see this long chunk of blond hair on the floor. So I pointed at it and said, “Oh my God! Is that your hair??” It was. Sort of. Upon closer inspection I saw some kind of clippy-looking thing attached to an end of it and realized it was a hair extension. Then I started laughing. I’m not sure why.

Back out on the patio with friends, enjoying my Widmer and the wonderful weather, the drama continued when the police showed up and Blond Girl’s friend started trying to “fight” the one who started it all. It was all very Beverly Hills 90210. Friends and I just sat there, watched and laughed. It was all over shortly after that.

At the end of the night I got a text from Vanilla asking if I wanted to “hang out”. I told him no. I have no intention of seeing him, or anyone else, naked for a while. This world is a little too small and it’s more trouble than it’s worth.

Peace and hair extensions.

Just got home from work and thought I’d throw a post up.

The guy who fixed my mirror is officially out of the picture. I’m almost sure that blogging about a guy guarantees his immediate disappearance from my life, but I’ll keep doing it anyway. Although he was cute, and handy, he had dirty hands. They were also very rough. If I’m gonna get scratched when you touch me, you’d better be a chick with nails- not a guy with callouses. He also had a “white pride” tattoo that bothered me, although he swore it didn’t mean what I thought it meant. Um, ok.

I went out Friday night with my bff and proceeded to replace my blood with beer and Tuaca. I did meet another cute guy though. We hung out that night until the wee hours, we were gonna “hook up”, but didn’t. Thankfully. I saw him again Monday night. Still cute, but I kept getting this flashback of Vanilla Ice every time I looked at him. Although he does not share the weird hair that Mr. Ice did, or the ridiculous clothing, his face is very similar- especially his smile. Anyway, a few other friends showed up at Fave Watering Hole and everything else just kind of runs together. Not sure if I’ll see him again or not. Probably not, since I just mentioned him.

Anyhoo… I think I’ll be hanging out with bff after work tomorrow night. I won’t be taking shots, however, as that has been leaving me with nasty, unspeakable hangovers. Not to mention little missing patches of brain where memories should be. Monday night I thought it was a swell idea to mix every liquor known to man, as long as it had Red Bull in it. I do not recommend that.

I’m off to wash my towels now, as I’ve finally used them all and don’t want to have to shake myself dry like my dogs do. Maybe I’ll meet someone cute again tomorrow night. If I stick to my no-shots rule, perhaps I’ll remember him. Then I’ll blog about him, then I’ll never see him again.

Peace and guys who remind you of has beens.

I had so much fun last night! I feel like total and complete ass today but it was worth it.

I met up with some friends at a restaurat/bar for some cocktail goodness. I usually avoid tequila like I do bees, but it being Cinco de Mayo and all, I felt compelled to go for it. Patron Silver, very cold, is SO good. However, it’s a very good thing I don’t drink it often. I’m pretty sure the bartender was trying to kill us all, as the shots were quite large. Tequila either agrees with me (I’m happy) or doesn’t (I’m violent). Luckily, last night, it agreed.

As I got to my car at the first place I noticed that my driver’s side-view mirror had been broken. It was just hanging there, pitifully. I’m guessing that some drunk asshole broke it by stumbling into it. My poor car has been through hell. This was icing on the cake. So I had to drive to the next place (fave watering hole) with my mirror swinging in the wind.

So we get to the next place and I’m pissed off about my mirror and I walk in bitching about it. Some cute guy heard me and said he could fix it. And he meant right NOW. So I followed him out to the parking lot where he proceeded to get a giant box of tools out of his trunk, put it on the ground in front of my car, and went to work with a drill and screws. A couple of minutes later, it was fixed. Thank you cute guy.

I ended up hanging out with the cute guy the rest of the night. He’s not my “type” really- whatever the hell that even means- but he’s cute and I like him. He has my number. We’ll see what happens.

Today I am off work and I don’t plan to leave my house unless it catches on fire. I do, however, plan to design a snazzy business card for my gay boyfriend, who just launched a house cleaning business. He is Monica from Friends. I swear to God. He’s fabulous.

I hope everyone had a fun Cinco de Drinko!

Peace and cute guys who fix things.

What have I done today? Not much. My head is still feeling the effects of last night’s fun, so today I haven’t been able to do anything but drink fluids and fart around on the computer. I did, however, manage to get an About Me page done. I never know what to write about myself, but hopefully that will suffice.

Last night was a lot of fun… Like Sundays usually are for me. I had to get work out of the way first, which wasn’t fun, but I had the rest of my night to look forward to, so I was in a stellar mood. So much so that my co-workers were wondering what drugs I was on.

We did the usual- hung out at our fave little watering hole (where ex-crush works) and consumed our body weight in beer and shooter goodness, laughed hysterically and listened to karaoke. I got hit on by an icky man with bad tattoos and I found myself flirting shamelessly with my ex-crush again. I couldn’t help it! I was feelin’ flirty and there he was, with all his stupid cuteness. It didn’t help that he was flirting back. Prolonged eye contact is a powerful thing. I should really be more careful with it. Unfortunately, Tuaca and Widmer were controlling the situation a little more than my brain was. I ended up staying after the place closed and then ended up driving stupid cuteness home. And, in the immortal words of Forrest Gump,  that’s all I have to say about that.

I am tired, I am thirsty and I have a load of towels that need to be washed. Oh the glamorous life I lead.

Peace and Tylenol.