playin with the queen of hearts
My weekend was full of drunken debauchery, complete madness, and very little sleep. And when I say very little, I mean it was more like nap time and less like actual SLEEP. But who cares.
Friday night, I went out with my friend Jill. We had some dinner, caught up, laughed, joked, and then I dragged her to the B Lounge. She drove, and she doesn't like to stay out late, so I had to somehow coerce her into staying later because I was having a ridiculous amount of fun. But she didn't want to stay, so I ended up going home, getting my car, and heading back down. Now, this process takes all of 20 minutes, but because I did not tell Jeffrey where I was going, he called my cell phone and yelled at me about how I'm not allowed to just LEAVE and not say goodbye. So I explained in my best teacher voice that I'd be back and he got all nice again.
I stayed WAY later than I should have and drank a lot of tequila, which in case you're wondering, I DON'T EVEN LIKE. And yes, I did have to work at 9 AM on Saturday, which was not pleasant. I contemplated calling in dead for a good 15 minutes before I got up and just DID IT. [Yes, I am of a certain age where this sort of nonsense should probably not be happening, but here's how much I care.]
Saturday, I got out of work, took an hour long nap, and went to dinner and Little Miss Sunshine with Mark. So to all of you that told me I HAD to see this movie, thank you. I don't think I could love Steve Carell anymore, but I do. The movie is pure genius. Plus, I can't get over how unbelievably good an actress Toni Colette is. It's ridiculous.
I get home around 9:30 and Jeff calls to tell me I should come have a drink with him and that he'll be there by 11. Ok, I shouldn't have even given this request two seconds thought considering I felt like the Crypt Keeper earlier in the day. But guess what I did? I went out at midnight, asking myself how much damage could I REALLY do in two hours and justified it that way. For your information, when you're with your new friend Charlene, who also went out at 12:00, you can do a lot of damage in two hours. Niiiiice.
Yesterday I worked and it was just work.
BUT GUESS WHAT?! I get to bartend ALL BY MYSELF TONIGHT! I have absolutely NO idea why Jeffrey would even consider trusting me to run his bar all by myself for four hours, but it's a Monday, so how bad could it possibly be? [Don't answer that.] I'm wicked excited about it, which makes him excited because he didn't think I'd want to do it. Granted, it won't be as fun as when he's there, but whatever. Free reign!
Friday night, I went out with my friend Jill. We had some dinner, caught up, laughed, joked, and then I dragged her to the B Lounge. She drove, and she doesn't like to stay out late, so I had to somehow coerce her into staying later because I was having a ridiculous amount of fun. But she didn't want to stay, so I ended up going home, getting my car, and heading back down. Now, this process takes all of 20 minutes, but because I did not tell Jeffrey where I was going, he called my cell phone and yelled at me about how I'm not allowed to just LEAVE and not say goodbye. So I explained in my best teacher voice that I'd be back and he got all nice again.
I stayed WAY later than I should have and drank a lot of tequila, which in case you're wondering, I DON'T EVEN LIKE. And yes, I did have to work at 9 AM on Saturday, which was not pleasant. I contemplated calling in dead for a good 15 minutes before I got up and just DID IT. [Yes, I am of a certain age where this sort of nonsense should probably not be happening, but here's how much I care.]
Saturday, I got out of work, took an hour long nap, and went to dinner and Little Miss Sunshine with Mark. So to all of you that told me I HAD to see this movie, thank you. I don't think I could love Steve Carell anymore, but I do. The movie is pure genius. Plus, I can't get over how unbelievably good an actress Toni Colette is. It's ridiculous.
I get home around 9:30 and Jeff calls to tell me I should come have a drink with him and that he'll be there by 11. Ok, I shouldn't have even given this request two seconds thought considering I felt like the Crypt Keeper earlier in the day. But guess what I did? I went out at midnight, asking myself how much damage could I REALLY do in two hours and justified it that way. For your information, when you're with your new friend Charlene, who also went out at 12:00, you can do a lot of damage in two hours. Niiiiice.
Yesterday I worked and it was just work.
BUT GUESS WHAT?! I get to bartend ALL BY MYSELF TONIGHT! I have absolutely NO idea why Jeffrey would even consider trusting me to run his bar all by myself for four hours, but it's a Monday, so how bad could it possibly be? [Don't answer that.] I'm wicked excited about it, which makes him excited because he didn't think I'd want to do it. Granted, it won't be as fun as when he's there, but whatever. Free reign!