...to blog on a regular basis. I feel like I'm always playing catch up.
I had a really great weekend. Gabby went to her dad's. I had dinner with a friend and his family on Friday for his step-dad's birthday. That was really good. And then my friend had to go home to catch some zzzz's for his trip to Houston the next morning. I met up with Andrea at The Crazy Ape and it was just the two of us.
Saturday was another laugh fest like our trip to the coast. We had lunch at Fish City Grill. Did a little jewelry shopping. And got Mystic tans. (I have streaks. I didn't buff in a circular motion enough). Stopped for ice cream and then we each headed home.
I met up with Andrea again a little later at Baker Street Pub. Our friend, Nick the Bartender, was having a birthday party with a White Trash theme. We perched ourselves at the bar and watched the craziness ensue. I was offered a $100 plus tips to let my boobs make an appearance at a Bachelor Party. WTF!!?? Of course, I said no. We got out of there fast once this group of disgusting drunks wouldn't go away.
Then we headed downtown to this awesome freaking house where a grad student friend of Andrea's lives. They were having a really nice house party. So, different to be around students and intellectuals than the usual "bar people". I stood on the porch and had a very drunk, long conversation with a guy named Seth who's an artist. He had his sketchbook with him and he was amazing. Then it was time to go. I was really drunk, and not driving thankfully.
Sunday I nursed my hangover, had lunch at Red Lobster with Andrea, and waited for my friend to get home from Houston.
He came over and we spent some really good, but short quality time together. Got some food. Went to Wal-Mart so I could buy a new hair dryer (mine was shooting out only cold air). And then it was time for him to go. Gabby's dad actually brought her home for once last night and that was nice. But it was late.
Back to work today...Blah!
My team at work is being moved to a different department, different floor...different manager. Which is really hard for me. I'm not really all that thrilled. It might end up being a good thing. There might be better opportunities, but for now I'm not happy about the change. But, it could be better for other things in my life...if you've read True Romance?. I definitely won't have a conflict of interest anymore.
I had a really great weekend. Gabby went to her dad's. I had dinner with a friend and his family on Friday for his step-dad's birthday. That was really good. And then my friend had to go home to catch some zzzz's for his trip to Houston the next morning. I met up with Andrea at The Crazy Ape and it was just the two of us.
Saturday was another laugh fest like our trip to the coast. We had lunch at Fish City Grill. Did a little jewelry shopping. And got Mystic tans. (I have streaks. I didn't buff in a circular motion enough). Stopped for ice cream and then we each headed home.
I met up with Andrea again a little later at Baker Street Pub. Our friend, Nick the Bartender, was having a birthday party with a White Trash theme. We perched ourselves at the bar and watched the craziness ensue. I was offered a $100 plus tips to let my boobs make an appearance at a Bachelor Party. WTF!!?? Of course, I said no. We got out of there fast once this group of disgusting drunks wouldn't go away.
Then we headed downtown to this awesome freaking house where a grad student friend of Andrea's lives. They were having a really nice house party. So, different to be around students and intellectuals than the usual "bar people". I stood on the porch and had a very drunk, long conversation with a guy named Seth who's an artist. He had his sketchbook with him and he was amazing. Then it was time to go. I was really drunk, and not driving thankfully.
Sunday I nursed my hangover, had lunch at Red Lobster with Andrea, and waited for my friend to get home from Houston.
He came over and we spent some really good, but short quality time together. Got some food. Went to Wal-Mart so I could buy a new hair dryer (mine was shooting out only cold air). And then it was time for him to go. Gabby's dad actually brought her home for once last night and that was nice. But it was late.
Back to work today...Blah!
My team at work is being moved to a different department, different floor...different manager. Which is really hard for me. I'm not really all that thrilled. It might end up being a good thing. There might be better opportunities, but for now I'm not happy about the change. But, it could be better for other things in my life...if you've read True Romance?. I definitely won't have a conflict of interest anymore.
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