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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.

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.

This has been the worst case of Contacts Stupidity that I’ve ever had. After four days of misery and pain, my eyes are back to their old selves. If this hasn’t taught me a lesson, then nothing will. I’m guessing that the irritation lasted as long as it did because I wore my contacts for many hours the very next day after sleeping in them. Not my smartest move ever.

I’ve been confined to my house for 3 days and I am going stir crazy. I’m blaming this fact for my post yesterday about Ryan Reynolds’ abs. There really is no excuse for that other than I was suffering from cabin fever and lack of human contact. My apologies.

I have to be at work at 5:30 and I am frightened by the fact I am actually looking forward to it. I have also been counting down the hours until Sunday night, where I will be celebrating my recovered eyeballs and giving my kidneys something to cry about. Mostly I’m excited about being out in the world again without wanting to pull my eyes out and throw them. I’ll also be inviting a new firefighter friend out to join the festivities. I met him Sat. night and would like to see him again. Now that I can actually see anything.

Peace and healthy eyesight.

One of the first things my doctor told me, when I got my contact lenses, was to not sleep in them. (I didn’t opt for the “day and night” ones.) He also said not to shower in them, and now I know why- but that’s a whole other act of stupidity.

Saturday night, after work, I met up with my bff for a beer. Turns out several of our other friends had the same idea, so one beer turned into two, three, four… You get the idea.

Once safely home, I fell into bed and was asleep before I could even have a thought. Unfortunately, my contacts were still in. Eight hours later, I woke up to a white haze covering my field of vision and little plastic discs firmly attached to my eyeballs. I could have sworn they were actually glued in. It took half a bottle of eye drops and a lot of poking myself in the eyes to get them out. Very unpleasant, to say the least, and the white haze lingered for a couple of hours.

I had to be at work by 5 and wasn’t sure how I was going to handle wearing my contacts again. Without them, I can’t see 2 feet past my face, so not wearing them was not an option. I had to drive to work, after all. And being that yesterday was Sunday- there was some definite partying to be done. I worked, I partied, I came home and took OUT my contacts.

Today my right eye has decided to rebel against my head. Any light brighter than my laptop monitor sends a shooting pain through my eye and into my brain. It has also been watering non-stop since I stupidly opened it this morning. I am a sexy beast today… Let me tell ya.

I’d like to think that this is a lesson learned, but I’m sure it isn’t, as I’ve done this before. Several times. Thankfully, all will be better tomorrow. Until then, however, I am stuck in the house and won’t be able to attend a friend’s BBQ tonight. (Insert sad, pouty, one-eyed face here.) Oh well… things could always be worse, right? Right. I think now I’ll look into the day and night contacts.

Peace and listen to your doctor.

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