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.
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.
Since I’m off today, I decided to go out and abuse my liver LAST night. I worked, it sucked, then I went to bff’s work to have a beer and wait for her to get off work. Next stop: Fave Watering Hole. Woo Hoo!
We drank, we laughed, we played ridiculous music on the jukebox and laughed some more. This time I remembered to use the fabulous camera attached to my phone and took pics of the ridiculousness. Allow me to share a few of my favorites.
Oh yeah, and I totally hooked up with Vanilla Ice last night. I’m thinking that we’re gonna be friends with benefits. Which works for me, because I’d rather not keep hooking up with the ex. Now I don’t have to. Yay me.
Tonight I’m staying in, watching TV and re-hydrating. It’s 100 degrees outside and I have NO desire to be anywhere near that.
Peace and drunk bitches.
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.
Tonight at work was shitty. I didn’t make the money I usually do- but it’s cool; good days and bad days, blah, blah, blah.
I’m off the next TWO (count ‘em!) days and I’m going to have some fun. Sunday night I will hopefully take it a little easy since Monday is St. Patty’s. Monday I intend to drink my body weight in Irish Car Bombs and hope that when the cab driver asks me where I live, I’ll be able to tell him.
I’ll be back to blogging madness Tuesday- pounding head permitting.
Peace and 
