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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.

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.

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.

Well, it appears that my unlucky man streak is still going strong. (High five!) Within hours of my last post, where I mentioned the cute guy who fixed my mirror, I got a text from my bff. Evidently she heard that Cute Guy is no good.  She was told this by a male friend, who happened to be at Fave Watering Hole on Cinco de Drinko, and saw me hanging out with Cute Guy.

Bff’s friend said that Cute Guy is, “shady and bad news”. I told bff that I’d need more info. She got back to me, later, with more details from her friend: “he is a player big time and stabs people in the back a lot”. Um, alrighty then. So here’s what I’m doing with those little passed on treats:

First and foremost, I don’t take the word of others as gospel when it comes to forming opinions about people. There are always people who aren’t going to like you, for whatever reasons, and who will say bad things about you to others when given the chance; true or not. I don’t think it’s fair to judge people based solely on what someone else says about them. This isn’t high school and I don’t work that way; I form my own opinions based on my own experiences. (The ONLY exception to this is if a potential crush has dated a friend of mine. That’s a deal breaker, no matter what.)

Secondly, I’m not looking for true love here. I’m looking to have some fun with someone (cute) who doesn’t piss me off or get on my last nerve. Being that I’m more male than female minded, the possibility that he may be a “player” doesn’t faze me one bit. To me, dating is meant to be fun, not as a means to an end, and sex and love are two very different things.. I know, and appreciate, the difference.

Anyway, who knows if I’ll even see him again? I’m not worried about it. The good thing is that my luck is actually starting to make me laugh now. I’m just gonna keep going with the flow… Mr. Right Now is never far…

Peace and fun.

Well, well, well. It seems that Ernie over at Redneck Bar & Grill has tagged me for a meme. Yee Haw! What is this meme I speak of, you ask? I gotta cough up 8 random things about me. Since there are a million random things about me- this will be tricky. I’ll try to pick just 8. I hope you enjoy the space between my ears.

And now… The Rules! Oooo!

1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.

2. People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.

3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.

4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment and tell them they’ve been tagged, and to read your blog.

Ok kids… On with my issues…

1.) When I’ve had a “certain” amount of alcohol (it could be 2 drinks, it could be 5) I will sneeze 6 times. Exactly 6. I don’t know why that is, but it amuses the hell out of my friends. Last night, just the smell of Tuaca set me off.

2.) When a customer at work is being horribly rude, and I put lemon in their water or tea, I will push it all the way to the bottom of their glass with my finger.

3.) I absolutely refuse to touch a pregnant woman’s belly. It’s like I think it’s contagious or something. I think the closest I’ve come is poking with one finger.

4.) I can watch the movie Rat Race over and over and over again and I will still laugh like it’s the first time I’ve ever seen it.

5.) I have a serious cell phone addiction. I have never owned a phone longer than a year, I’ve owned pretty much every make and model & I am almost constantly on the hunt for my next one. I’ve only had my iPhone (which I thought would cure me of this) for 4 months and I’ve already picked out my next cell phone. FYI: Nokia’s are consistently the best phones and Motorola’s suck.

6.) I currently have a pimple on the side of my face that’s threatening to take over my head.

7.) I will blow the fuck up before I pass gas in front of my significant other. In 5+ years with D, the only time he witnessed such an atrocity was when I was asleep. You’re welcome for that.

8.) Back when I was bartending, I’d take whatever was left in the bar mat, at the end of the night, (usually quite a nasty combination of various liquors) and put it in a shot glass. I would then sell the shot for $2. There was ALWAYS someone who would be drunk enough to buy- and drink- it.

And there ya have it, folks. Now I’m gonna tag other bloggers to share their randomness with the world too… As always, this is optional. So play along, or don’t and either is ok.

And the poor bastards lucky ones are (by blog):

The Junk Drawer

Brainfizzles

Peanut Butter and Pickles

Thinking Out Loud

Twisted Sister

Special Kind of Stupid

Anything Goes

Fashion Paramedic

Peace and nasty bar shots.

It’s late Saturday night/Sunday morning (California time) and I just got home from work.

Tonight was attack of the prom-bound teenagers. I don’t know how I keep forgetting the madness that prom season brings, but after tonight I’m guessing that I just black it out once it’s over. It’s like Mother’s Day and Valentine’s Day; pure chaos. I walked into madness and it didn’t end for hours. My aching feet, are very happy to be home.

Sunday (technically, “today”) is my Friday and I plan to party like it’s 1999. I’m a breaker, so my shift will be easy and short. I’m planning on grabbing bff after work and, instead of going to the usual place, heading out to new spots to see what we can see. I feel like I’ve been fishing in a small pond, and now it’s time to move into new- and bigger- waters.

Hope y’all had a good weekend. Me and my hangover will be back tomorrow. Woo Hoo!

Peace and better fishing.