Is it over yet? This weekend? I am 100% exhausted. Like, throw a tarp over me, I'm useless type exhausted.
Friday night, K had a gig in Windsor at a bar called the Blackboard cafe. The bar itself was OK, I guess. But I was alone. None of my friends wanted to go "all the way to Windsor". And K spent most of the night on stage, so with nothing better to do...I proceeded to get trashed. Fuck, that just makes me sound pathetic. Oh well. I did. I drank my ass off. Don't remember exactly how much I drank because I lost count after about 10 beers. But I do know I was D-R-U-N-K.
I drank, until I didn't care that I was surrounded by 40-50 year old women doing air guitar. I drank until the large man hovering near by stopped creeping me out. I drank until I stopped wanting to kill AM (one of the band members wives). I drank until I wasn't bored anymore, and then drank some more just in case. I had my phone and I texted a lot. I don't even remember everyone I talked to. I do know my sister kept sending me pictures of her puppy. And something about 7 layer dip...I dunno.
I would just like to interject here with a little bit about me, I am not a sloppy drunk. Ever. I don't get belligerent, I don't fall down, I'm not that kinda girl. I am a fun, lovey drunk. I can even hold a conversation and not sound all the shit faced. This little thing about me, has kept me out of SOOOOO much trouble. I am a good drunk.
However, I am a sucktastic next day drunk. Fucking hangovers. And because I am just THAT smart, I got trashed and then had to work at 9am. I'm almost certain I was still drunk on my way to work. I managed to make it to work on time and made it through the shift.
By the time I got out at 3, I was starting to feel a little more human. Now, most people would have gone home an went back to bed. I guess I'm not most people though. I did come home and watch T.V, but I didn't sleep. Why? Because we had plans.
We got together with my sister Diana, her boyfriend Reno, and KC and John. First we hit the Green Papaya and had some yummy Tai food, and then we headed off to the drive in. I hadn't been to the drive in, since I was about 11-12 years old. I was so excited and we had a great time! It was a double feature consisting of Night at the museum 2 and Star Trek. Both were really good. Reno managed to back straight into one of the metal poles. Ripped the thing right out of the ground, and yet not even a scratch on his truck. Which by the way is named Black Booty. Well, thats what I call it anyway. And while he wasn't to thrilled by it...for Diana and I, it was a great source of amusement. Seriously. We didn't get home until after 1am. And once again, I had to work at 9am today. Ooofa. I think I might still be in recovery from the hangover from hell. I'm not sure though. It may just be the fact that I've had little sleep this weekend.
So, that was my weekend.
Oh! And I have more proof that taking a pregnancy test is the auto complete button for getting my period! Obviously, I didn't want to go out drinking if there was a chance that I could be pregnant so I pissed on a stick. Heres the thing...this has happened to me before. Take a test then wipe and find out I got my period. So, I thought I'd wipe first to make sure it wasn't here and then POAS. Negative. And then, TA-DA! Hello, period. You whore. You tricky, mean bitch.
I have my appointment on Wednesday. I don't want to go. Stupid, I know. But I've thought about canceling it. *sigh*
So yea...thats it.
I smell food. My husband cooked. I must leave you now.