How I spent this valentines...
So, went to work - nothing new there. Anna brought me flowers, so super sweet and even added a small box of chocolates. How cool, first flowers I've gotten in a while! The day was fairly normal, our little corner full of banter and good times to keep the day rolling. Chocolate was in abundance across the lab - not so great on the belly, but super great on keeping a smile on the face :)
Evening rolls around and I get ready to Gabriel & Dresden, one of my fav DJ groups. Robyn ended up coming with Anna and which was totally cool till the end of the night...
So I just got back from the club, though I must admit that no matter how many times I go - I still don't really like going to the club. I nearly got in a fight, with a guy. Yeah, you read that correctly. I was having a great time, there to see a couple of my favorite DJ's (as previously stated) and of course the dance floor was crowded with all of us dancing about, but all of the sudden I feel a full hand on my back pushing me. So I turn, thinking to see some chick drunk or something and it's this 5'6 dude with a look on his face like I just stepped on him!! So, I tell him quite sternly if he touches me one more time there will be punches thrown. Now, I'm a pretty chill person for the most part I think, takes quite a bit actually to piss me off enough to warrant physical stuff, but a shove is certainly not on the list of things I will accept. Oiy vey. Needless to say I didn't see the guy again, but it was a little harder to get my groove back after that. Then on the way home (almost an hour drive) one friend said I needed to pull over for her to pee. Figures, it happened to be a place on the highway where there were no off ramps for quite some time. When I finally pulled over for her just a few exits short of where we needed to go I felt the seat next to me only to realize it was not dry as it ought to be. Dude, alcoholics suck. I mean really - can't you just go out and have a good time without getting so fucked up you can't hold your own damn pee in? Holy crap. THEN - she tells me she feels good to go and plans on driving home. Yea right. I may be annoyed at the pee seat, but I'm not letting her drive home. Not sure if I should have said the following, but I did anyway.... Told her that if she had drank so much she couldn't hold it in (she had not noticed apparently that she had peed herself) that she probably wasn't cool to drive just yet. Um... ya think? Got her a set of PJ's and set up a bed on the couch where she now rests. Duuuuuuuuuuude, it's days like these that I still can't fathom how weed is illegal. Don't recall having a stoned friend ever pee their pants, or get in a fight over something that didn't really happen, or fall over stumbling back to their car after last call. Herb is likely the opposite - when you're super high you're more likely to either pass or just order a damn pizza. Whatever, in a country so great it's the least of the retarded things this nation does.
Now it's nearly 4 and I'm still up writing... don't think I'll be heading into work tomorrow. Better set that alarm to call in...
Evening rolls around and I get ready to Gabriel & Dresden, one of my fav DJ groups. Robyn ended up coming with Anna and which was totally cool till the end of the night...
So I just got back from the club, though I must admit that no matter how many times I go - I still don't really like going to the club. I nearly got in a fight, with a guy. Yeah, you read that correctly. I was having a great time, there to see a couple of my favorite DJ's (as previously stated) and of course the dance floor was crowded with all of us dancing about, but all of the sudden I feel a full hand on my back pushing me. So I turn, thinking to see some chick drunk or something and it's this 5'6 dude with a look on his face like I just stepped on him!! So, I tell him quite sternly if he touches me one more time there will be punches thrown. Now, I'm a pretty chill person for the most part I think, takes quite a bit actually to piss me off enough to warrant physical stuff, but a shove is certainly not on the list of things I will accept. Oiy vey. Needless to say I didn't see the guy again, but it was a little harder to get my groove back after that. Then on the way home (almost an hour drive) one friend said I needed to pull over for her to pee. Figures, it happened to be a place on the highway where there were no off ramps for quite some time. When I finally pulled over for her just a few exits short of where we needed to go I felt the seat next to me only to realize it was not dry as it ought to be. Dude, alcoholics suck. I mean really - can't you just go out and have a good time without getting so fucked up you can't hold your own damn pee in? Holy crap. THEN - she tells me she feels good to go and plans on driving home. Yea right. I may be annoyed at the pee seat, but I'm not letting her drive home. Not sure if I should have said the following, but I did anyway.... Told her that if she had drank so much she couldn't hold it in (she had not noticed apparently that she had peed herself) that she probably wasn't cool to drive just yet. Um... ya think? Got her a set of PJ's and set up a bed on the couch where she now rests. Duuuuuuuuuuude, it's days like these that I still can't fathom how weed is illegal. Don't recall having a stoned friend ever pee their pants, or get in a fight over something that didn't really happen, or fall over stumbling back to their car after last call. Herb is likely the opposite - when you're super high you're more likely to either pass or just order a damn pizza. Whatever, in a country so great it's the least of the retarded things this nation does.
Now it's nearly 4 and I'm still up writing... don't think I'll be heading into work tomorrow. Better set that alarm to call in...