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Last night was Sly’s first official night as the bartender at the place she won the competition. Naturally I had to go and show my support and love. She made up a fabulous shot called “Sex with Sly” that Holly and I consumed with wild abandon. I must say that sex with her is quite tasty and intoxicating. So good, in fact, that Sly had sex with herself.

New Crush (whom shall now be christened “Cutie Pants”) was also there. When I walked in, he seemed very happy to see me, which gave me a nasty case of the warm fuzzies. Actually, I had them the whole way there and pretty much the whole time I was there. (Hence the title of this post.) He was working a bit, but managed to make me feel like he was into me, which was nice.

Vanilla Ice was there with his new girlfriend, and he made a point to come over and say hi, since we’re “friends” now. Although, he does still attempt to “booty call” me a couple of times a week. I have actually made a ringtone for him, so that when he calls, my phone says, “It’s [Vanilla Ice], send his ass to voice mail.” Not kidding.

At the end of the night, some of us stayed after closing- Vanilla and girlfriend were long gone- then all decided to head over to Sly’s place. Shortly after we arrived, my phone started ringing… Vanilla had ditched the girlfriend and was calling to find out where I was. Sly started texting him from my phone and invited him over (they are good friends), so Cutie Pants and I left and went back the bar where my car was.

We sat in his truck for a while talking, then went right to the making out like teenagers again. A few minutes into our kissing marathon, my phone starts (loudly) saying, “It’s [Vanilla Ice], send his ass to voice mail.” Evidently, Vanilla had gotten to Sly’s and realized I wasn’t there anymore. After my phone went off about 3 times, Cutie Pants finally asked what that was. When I told him, he thought it was pretty damn funny. And a little ironic since he and Vanilla have the same first name. After several unsuccessful attempts to reach me, Vanilla finally gave up. Cutie Pants and I continued to make out until about 5 a.m. Again. I drove all the way home with thee most ridiculous grin on my face.

I think I’ll upload some photos from last night to Flickr now. Then I’m gonna rehydrate and enjoy a quiet night at home.

Peace and warm fucking fuzzies.

It’s almost 3 a.m. and I’m not tired enough to sleep yet so here I am.

Last night I met up with BFF at her work and then we headed over to our usual spot, followed by Fave Watering Hole (which was ridiculously busy for a Sunday night). I had a beer, then developed a headache and decided to call it a night. So much for my big party plan.

On my way out of the Fave Watering Hole parking lot, I received a text from my friend Holly, who was at another place I hang out semi-frequently. I have a bit of a crush on a guy that works there and Holly is very aware of this- and sent the text to inform me that he was there. I haven’t seen him since I met him, a few weeks ago, but have become “MySpace” friends with him (stop rolling your eyes) and have exchanged a few lame-ass messages that way. Nothing to get excited over, but I can’t shake my crush, so I was very into the idea of being in the same room with him again. Headache be damned, I’m going to meet up with Holly.

New Crush was there looking very cute (and not working), and seemed very happy to see me. Luckily, I had several other friends there too, so I didn’t have to stand around trying to act like I wasn’t there just because he was. Not luckily, Holly was in full-on shot mode, so we began tossing back fruity red-colored things about every 2-5 minutes. Soon thereafter, my headache was a memory and I was sufficiently buzzing like a dizzy bee.

As the end of the night loomed, everyone decided to head to our friend, Gina’s house. Somehow New Crush and I ended up on her back patio, talking about his recent trip to another country and sipping red wine. Next thing I know… we’re makin’ out like teenagers. That went on until nearly 5 a.m. At some point we realized we’re adults with shit to do the next day, so we called it a night.

He has my number, we discussed going out, so we’ll see what happens. I think he may have called today but I didn’t answer, the caller didn’t leave a message and YouMail completely failed me with any information. I’m thinking YouMail is going to be kissing my ass goodbye very soon. Perhaps whomever it was will try again tomorrow.

I’m off to bed, finally. I gotta work tomorrow (later, technically) and then I think I’ll go see Sly at her new job. She won the competition and is the new bartender on Tuesdays. I very much enjoy having bartenders as friends.

Peace and kissing cute boys.

I would like to take a moment to thank my bloggy friends for your support in my time of emotional retardation. I would like to let y’all know that I am in much better shape today. Minus the hangover.

Thanks to a little one-on-one “conversation” with someone who’s naturally gifted at helping people in need (you know who you are)- I have managed to put everything in perspective and I’m ready for the next phase… whatever that may be.

I mentioned in a Twitter that I got pulled over last night, with one of my best girls in the car with me. We were headed over to Fave Watering Hole when lights went a-flashin’ behind me. Knowing my registration was waaaayyyyy overdue, I was worried that my car would be towed away. ‘Cause that’s what they do here when you’re as late as I am.

Mr. Officer comes to my window and tells me what I already know. I apologized and told him I was aware of the problem and would be fixing it A.S.A.P. He seemed pretty cool about the whole thing and then asked who my friend was. She told him and he went back to his car to look her up.

Turns out my passenger had let a couple of traffic incidents slide and had 2 warrants out on her. That’s when I peed myself. I started immediately imagining my car being towed away, my friend being taken to jail and me left sitting on the curb wondering why the fuck I didn’t stay home, and where I was going to get the $2,000 to get my car out of police impound. So while Mr. Officer was at his car doing whatever it is that cops do, her and I were holding hands, so tightly that I think we each broke a finger, and praying to the gods of irresponsibility that we’d somehow get out of this without handcuffs and a tow truck.

The gods of irresponsibility heard our prayers, because we both got off with tickets. Turns out Mr. Officer was a very nice guy and was in a very lenient mood. He was even joking around with us and being quite charming. So charming, in fact, that he gave me his card and I left him a thank you voice mail later on.

A girl at work asked me to go out with her tonight and have a beer. After I laughed hysterically, I declined. Not only does my hangover prevent me from wanting to be within 10 feet of an alcoholic beverage, I don’t think I should be driving with an expired registration any more than I absolutely have to. I DO have to get to work- but that’s it. I have 60 days to rectify the situation and I shall.

Peace and nice cops that like brunettes.

I have been so all-consumed with BlackBerry software, applications, graphic design and themes these days that I seem to have forgotten I even have a blog. I’ve joined a couple of online forums, and have been busy helping other forum users. Mostly with links to new operating systems, since posting them is a big no-no. I’ve always been a modder of Motorola and Nokia phones, so I’m quite new to this BlackBerry world. So far, me likey.

In addition the technical stuff, I have discovered ColorWare. While cruising around BB theme sites, I ran across NancyDrew BlackBerry Themes. (If you’re looking for themes for your BlackBerry, she’s a fucking genius.) She has a photo of her “PinkBerry” there, done by ColorWare, and I almost peed myself. She was even kind enough to answer some of my questions about it. I just don’t know how I’m going to live without my phone for the amount of time it will take them to paint it. I have discovered the crack of cell phones and I am addicted.

Moving on…

Saturday night at work was Saturday night at work. I was SO tired from having been there once already, early in the a.m., but I was actually let off about an hour early. Something that never happens on a weekend night. So, naturally, I had to take advantage.

I don’t know where I got the strength, but I met up with BFF and a few other girlfriends after work. I was still very tired, so I decided to mix my Tuaca with Red Bull. THAT handled my tired problem pretty efficiently. I remained awake and able to drink beer the rest of the night. A good idea at the time, but a bad idea on Sunday. Needless to say, I didn’t go anywhere yesterday. (I had the day off, thank God.)

I spent today (my usual day off) not doing all the shit I meant to do. Like laundry. Between my BlackBerry and my laptop, I’m shocked I managed to even feed myself.

I’m off to do more nerdy shit, then I’ll try to turn my brain down enough to sleep.

Peace, addiction and fun.

Last night my girl, Sly, was in a bartending competition. Of course I had to be there to support her- and my idea of supporting her was drinking my body weight in beer and whatever random shots she made up. (Some of those shots were gawd awful, by the way. Never mix gin and peach schnapps. Ever.) She tied for 1st with another girl and will have to do it all over again next week. I’ll be there for sure.

Since Sly and Vanilla Ice are good friends, he showed up there too. He was with some blond chick with tons of hair piled on her head. I was too drunk to notice anything else. I’m thinking he and I at least said hello to each other, but I’m not really sure. In any event, the jackass called me at 7:51 this morning. I really wish I knew what the hell was wrong with him, but I’m too hungover to call him and flip out. I’ll try to make a mental note to do it when I see him again. Evidently what the guy needs is a scene.

Oh yeah, and I took some photos last night and have uploaded them to my Flickr page.

Peace and friend support.

I don’t usually go out on Saturday nights, but last night at work was brutal and I needed a beer and a shot (or several). Luckily, BFF was available to join me. So late last night we headed to our local restaurant/bar and had at it. Several other friends joined us and we ended up having a lot of fun. Yay us.

I saw Vanilla Ice and Scrubs, but didn’t pay attention to either of them. Vanilla bailed as soon as I hit the patio, which I thought was interesting. I feel kind of bad about the way I treated Scrubs, being that he’s so ridiculously nice, but I wasn’t in the mood. He said hello as I was moving to another patio and I barely acknowledged him and kept walking. Rude. Oh well, I can’t blow butterflies up everyone’s ass all the time.

Surprisingly, Vanilla Ice thought booty calling me at 4 a.m. was a good idea. Luckily, I was super asleep and didn’t hear the call. When I woke up this morning, however, I promptly sent him a text telling him that his number was deleted and he should do the same with mine. He wasn’t pleased with that and called me immediately, but I sent him to voice mail. Then he started texting me asking why and what was wrong. I simply told him that my “booty call” days were over. Which isn’t exactly true, as I’m sure I’ll end up in the apartment of Stupid Cuteness again someday, but it’s true for him. He then insisted that being friends was a better option than mutual number deletion- so that’s where we left it. I don’t see the point, really, but evidently he has his reasons. If they include calling me at 4 a.m. again, he’s getting my foot up his ass.

Now I’m off to get ready for work. I’ll be heading out again tonight with BFF. Hopefully I’ll feel this good tomorrow, but somehow I doubt it.

Peace and adult beverages.

Today I feel like total and utter shit, but I don’t care because last night was fabulous.

I had some beers with friends, then came home like a good girl. Then Stupid Cuteness and I started a text-a-thon, which ended with me at his apartment. My squishy spot for him over-rode my otherwise questionable judgment. I suspect that will happen again in the future.

It’s unfortunate that he lives like a bachelor pig because his place ate my shirt. Then we couldn’t locate my shoes. I had to do the walk of shame, to my car this afternoon, in bare feet and a Hooters t-shirt. Classy. Hopefully his apartment will throw up soon and I can get my shit back. Last time, I left my socks there. They have never resurfaced.

The potential revival of Vanilla Ice was a bad idea and I’m keeping him in the past. I’ve deleted his number from my phone and that’s the end of that. Until the next time he gets my voice mail at 3 a.m., anyway. I’m sure eventually he will give up. I’m too over it to bother explaining things to him.

I wish Stupid Cuteness wasn’t such a flake, but at least he can distract me until someone comes along who is actually worth dating.

Peace and crushes that remain.

EDIT: I thought I’d take a pic of that classy shirt and post it. Sexy, right?