I Wanna Take You There Like the Staple Singers

Here's me and some great girlies. If you look closely, you can see a bit of the plaid skirt I bought at the Gap outlet for .97.

So, I started feeling like I was getting sick on Friday. I've been furiously taking Zycam to try and get rid of it, but I woke up on Saturday with a horrible sore throat and feeling very weak. I used it as a perfect excuse to take lots and lots of naps.

On any normal Saturday, I'd just stay home when I was sick, but my girl crush was going to be in town for a bachelorette party and another friend was having stupid boy problems and needed moral support, so I went out for a bit. I did go home early, so I could get some decent sleep, though.

When I first got down to the Dublin, the bachelorette party was still at the Hilltop and I sat with my friend who was putting up with WAY too much shit from a stupid boy and another friend who met her husband (who is wonderful) after she stopped putting up with crap from other guys. I was busy spouting off about how I won't put up with games or bullshit from guys anymore. If a guy doesn't want a relationship, then I'm not interested. If the guy wants to hang out and not go out on a proper date, then I'm not interested. If a guy doesn't respect me, then I'm not interested, and if that means I'm single forever, then at least I know I'm happier alone than I am in a bad relationship.

Whoever oversees the universe, must be either a real asshole or have a bizarre sense of humor, because before I even stopped spewing out all of my little blah, blah, blah, I receive a text from Mr. B.. I haven't heard from him in a month, so I was a little surprised. I guess it was a perfect opportunity to put my money where my mouth was. We texted back and forth a bit and then he called me. It was almost impossible to hear each other in the bar, but he did tell me that he found a great place for him and his son and they were moving in two weeks. I was really happy for him, because I knew it was something he'd been working on for a while. It was nice to hear from him, but in my head we're just friends who drunk text from time to time. Of course, he told me that I'm the second thing he thinks about every day (his son being the first, presumably). I just tried to ignore that. If it were really true, I'm sure he'd contact me more often than once every month or two when he was drunk and actually make an effort to see me. So, I imagine the reality is that he wanted to tell someone about his change in situation who would get really excited with him about it, and I was happy to do that.

Now, on to something more fun. The bachelorette party, along with my girlcrush invaded the bar with a vengeance.

They made quick work of moving the tables and chairs out of the way to create the dance floor.

They also brought fun party props. As we all know, drinks taste so much better when sipped through a crazy straw.

And the girlcrush also taped a cute little pink appendage to herself.

It took her a minute to figure what to do with it...

...But with a little help from a friend, she made good use of her new extremity.

After she was, uh, done, she went back to performing some of her best show choir moves for the fun kids at the bar.

As you can imagine, the pink penises (i?) never got old and boys were whipping them out at every opportunity. I wish I could have stayed to see the same schtick 100 more times, but I was fading fast, so I went home and went straight to sleep.

Luckily, the girl crush will be back in town next weekend for another friend's baby shower, and if this stupid cold doesn't evolve to an evil swine flu, I plan to be rested and ready to roll by then.