Sorry it’s been a little while guys – my new job requires me to spend A LOT of time in meetings. A lot. Of time.
Anyway, I’m traveling for business tomorrow and Wednesday (I’ll try to check in here if I can), but in the meantime I wanted to give you a very quick update on things:
-Went to a Single’s Party on Friday night – met no one interesting. Started to drink.
-Met up with Christine after the single’s party and went to a bar we both love (GREAT martinis) to celebrate her b-day. Continued drinking.
-Sat next to a guy at the bar while we waited for a table…proceeded to flirt. Let him buy me more drinks. Started to get into him, then…
-Our table was ready. Since it was Christine’s night (her b-day after all), AND I had blown her off earlier to go to that Single’s Party (I didn’t invite her – yes, I’m a bad friend), I felt obligated to leave the cutie at the bar and go actually hang out with my friend.
-Drank some more.
-Ate cheese fries – who actually eats those?! I mean, besides me and Christine when we’re both smashed.
-Drank some more.
-Had a moment where I actually stopped (in my whirling, fuzzy haze) and thought ‘Oh shit. I’m REALLY fucked up.’
-Looked at Christine and said, ‘I need to go outside and get some air. Here’s my credit card – you don’t pay for ANYTHING tonight!’ (Note: A HUGE clue that I was FUCKING DEMOLISHED at that point – I handed my credit card over to my unemployed friend and told her to use it.)
-Walked outside and literally just stood in the rain (note: REALLY good for my hair and makeup) trying to sober up a little bit. Was considering how badly I needed to throw up when Hottie from the Bar wandered outside to find me.
-Woke up the next morning in my apartment, feeling like I was going to die. I was alone. (It’s always a bad thing when you need to call the person you were out with the night before to ask how you got home.)
-Turns out Christine paid the bill (with my credit card), came outside to find me, realized I was ‘chatting up Hottie Bar Guy – looking surprisingly sober,’ and so went back inside to watch…whatever football game was on in the bar.
-A little while later I reappeared with Hottie Bar Guy, seemingly to watch the game, and I very discreetly (I’m sure) leaned in and whispered something along the lines of ‘you need to get me out of here before I embarrass myself’ to Christine. She got me out of there.
-Apparently I did get Hottie Bar Guy’s number (I can’t find it), his name (I can’t remember it), and my credit card (THAT I found) before leaving. All things considered, one out of three (especially that one out of three) ain’t bad, so I’m pretty psyched.
-Saturday consisted of me praying to die (hangover from hell) and sleeping. Sunday I cleaned my apartment. Hmmm, it was a boring weekend actually. What about you guys – do anything interesting?
-On a side note – Christine is a freak of nature. She drinks just like I do, gets drunk just like I do, and yet NEVER throws up and never gets a hangover. Have you people ever heard of this phenomenon before? What the fuck – if this isn’t a prime example of life not being fair, I don’t know what is.