Here. Look at these pretty flowers and let them distract you from anything I'm about to write.
Oh, kids. I haven't done this for a while, but I'm blogging while I'm a little on the dee-runk side. I know it's a bad idea, but so was straightening my hair in July, and I did that tonight too. I'm a girl who likes to live on the edge. So, yeah. It's midnight and I just ate a bowl of Apple Jacks and I still have to get up and work tomorrow. So what. I'm sure I'll be quite the perky little princess around three in the afternoon tomorrow too...or not.
The thing about me, is that I always have such good intentions. Originally, my friend Colleen called me at work and we both kind of decided that we wouldn't go out. We'd both rest up and she'd get time to chill out from her trip and whirlwind visits to friends and family yesterday and today, and I would get some alone time. Ha.
I got home from work and went running. Stinky was at a friend's and asked me if she could have a girls' night until around 9:30 when they would all go to another friend's house to sleepover. No problem. I cooked up a pizza, they ate and then left dorky Myspace comments under their friend's accounts and watched a scary movie and traded their favorite lines from Team America. When I got a little too overwhelmed with all the thirteenyearoldishness of it all, I retired to Coadster's room. Then the phone calls started. First my friend H. called to say she was supposed to meet some friends at the beer garden at the Picador and she was going to drag Colleen along after all. Then I called my friend K. to try to get her to join us. I like all my friends to meet each other, because they all kick ass and I'm sure we'll have fun. I've been trying for the last year or two to get K. and Colleen to meet. Then Colleen called to say they were going to leave around 9:30.
All the thirteen year old girls cleared out of my house and I left to meet the other girls at the bar. My friend K. never made it, but we still have tomorrow night. Most of the people I sat with hadn't been to this particular establishment since it got cleaned up about a year ago, and at first, all they could talk about was how appreciative they were of the tidy new bathrooms. Our "only going out for one drink" turned into two or so and suddenly it was 11:30. Shit. On my way out, I ran into my friend BK who told me I should stay longer. When I whined about having to get up and work tomorrow, he laughed at me. I know he has to get up as early as I do, but I'm way older than him. I love pulling the old lady card, because nobody calls you on it.
Okay. I'm sure this is one of the most poorly written blog posts ever, but I'm half-drunk and it's late and I'm tired and I'm older than most of you. There. Was that enough excuses? I got a million of 'em...