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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?

I gotta work soon, but wanted to throw a post up first. BFF gets cranky when she doesn’t have something to read.

Well I don’t think I’ll be hooking up with Scrubs again after all. I have recently discovered that a friend of mine likes him and, although she knows about us, I don’t think I want to continue to infringe on that. After all, I’m not going to “date” him or pursue a future with him, so I’m gonna bow out of that situation. Plus, it seems my options are wide open as of late.

I got a call from Stupid Cuteness the other night, late. I was asleep, so it was a missed call, but it’s good to know that he’s still around if I “need” him. I’m not sure how I feel about that, being that I really liked him and his flaky behavior frustrated me to death. Although I did enjoy our naked time, I still have a squishy spot for him and that’s dangerous for me. He’s proven to be the complete opposite of relationship material.

And I know that I swore off Vanilla Ice, but we talked for a while last night and I think he might deserve another shot. (I hate that he’s so cute.) We went through a kind of back-off phase after the Scrubs incident, but he’s been calling me more regularly lately. I think I might see him tonight after work, but I’m not sure yet. Hopefully BFF will be available after softball because I’d like to have a buffer.

Then there remains Future Doctor. We still text, exchange interesting photos and email each other every other day, but with him still out of state, I’m not exactly sitting around holding my breath and polishing my chastity belt.

Off to get ready for work now… And I think I’ll shave my legs again.

Peace and choices.

If it’s possible to die from a hangover then it will happen today. It doesn’t help that it’s a thousand degrees outside. Even my dogs look hungover.

Have you ever had Tuaca? Here’s the thing: I love to shoot it chilled. And I either consume it sparingly, or I drink it like I’m going down on a plane. Last night was not a “sparingly” night. Last night I was on a Cessna headed for a mountain.

I met up with my girl Becca after work and we were soon joined by several other girlfriends. Some of whom had been drinking since like 3 in the afternoon. I was in good company. We laughed, we drank and we laughed some more. Everything is funny when you’re drunk.

I ran into Scrubs and we bullshitted a little bit. Every time I see him I get flashbacks of our night together and I then have to get the hell away from him. I’m 85% sure that I’ll end up hooking up with him again at some point, though. I rarely deny myself good stuff in general, so I don’t see why I should put a ban on the goodness that is Scrubs. The guy’s got skills where it counts and I think I should benefit from that. Again. But for now, I’m behaving myself.

I never did make it home to hang out with my neighbor and his Cute Friend. I fully intended to, but I was having too much fun being out in the world. By the time I was done with that, it was very late and Neighbor was in bed. Maybe they’ll hang out again soon. I’m really hoping so.

I must go now and catch up on my blog reading, asprin taking and water drinking.

Peace and high quality H20.

Monday night was the celebration of BFF’s birthday. We did what we usually do, which is drink excessively and laugh our asses off. Since my new CrackBerry has a pretty nice camera attached to it, I was not shy about sticking it in everyone’s face and snapping photos. You can see them on my Flickr page.

Today (technically yesterday, but it’s still Tuesday for me as I haven’t been to bed yet) I felt like microwaved shit and had to go to work and deal with an unsuspecting public. If I waited on you tonight, my apologies.

Sly called me, just as I was leaving work, and told me to get my ass to the bar she was at. Hell no. I am too old to be partying multiple nights in a row and last night was night #2. I need to rehydrate and sleep.

On a random note… My next door neighbor and I have been getting friendly lately (not that kind of friendly, just hanging out and drinking beer). And the last few days I’ve noticed a friend of his over there that’s pretty cute. Cute Friend seems to think the same of me, as he makes a b-line for my garage the second I pull in.

Anyway, Neighbor invited me over when he gets back from Vegas (on Sunday) to try out his new kegerator. I said that perhaps I would. Cute Friend then said that “perhaps” wasn’t acceptable and he needed a definite “yes”. So I gave him one. Curious to see how Sunday goes…

I have got to get some sleep now. After I drink a gallon of water.

Peace and hydration.

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.