Last night was SO much fun. Today my head wants to explode, but hopefully I’ll manage to drown myself with the 90 bottles of water I intend to drink, first.
I had lots of Sex With Sly- and some watermelon flavored something-or-others, laughed, had a great time with the girls and overall earned my headache today. There are a few photos of last night’s fun on my Flickr page, for those that care.
Now I must eat something before I cave in.
Peace and aspirin.
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.
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.
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?
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.
You texted me your unhappiness because there wasn’t a post for you to read today.
Here ya go.
I love you.
Peace and hangovers.
