September 24, 2006
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Mary, you’re a special girl… so special we’re going to put you in special ed.
I got up yesterday morning, went to work… worked all day (went to lunch with Brooke) then stopped at the coffee shop for a cup of soup. I posted pics of work from there while chatting to a succession of people about my laptop. Honestly, I have no idea why they were so interested. weird, but nice.
My shoes were mom shoes and I was covered in hair so I decided to run home and change… into motorcycle boots and a hotter tee shirt (spaghetti straps with a light cardi over the top). Suzanne picked me up from home and we went to the local tequila bar. She had a beer and I had two glasses of wine. We must have been there for quite a while cos when we got to the coffee shop the music was already over! damn! Fodon’s tuesday night friends (wednesday? friday?) were there and it turns out Suz knows them pretty well too. We went on down to a restaurant bar for another drink and banter. The tuesday crew wanted to go to this cheezy hotel bar for reasons they were unable to explain. We went along, but Suz was less than excited. She was afraid one of her ex-boyfriends from long ago would be working the door. He was. bleah. He proceeded to give us this very actorly proclamation, not right to us, mind you, but in our general direction, that the club was full and that we’d need to wait on the velvet rope for someone to come out.
One of the tuesday nighters put his arm around Suz and said, “OH HONEY, C’MON THIS’LL BE SO MUCH FUN… I CAN’T WAIT TO DANCE WITH YOU, HONEY.” He did a good job. Sadly, I, decided at that moment to launch into my diatribe, though rather cheerily, that HELL NO I WASN’T WAITING ON LINE FOR ANYTHING IN THIS TOWN. WHY THE HELL WOULD ANYONE DO THAT? …directly to the people waiting in line. oy.
yeah. Suz wanted to go anyway so we took off leaving them to wait in line for god knows what reason. It was a skank-haven. Hmm, I guess that’s the reason. Anyway, we went off to check out another place before going home, a normal place where people were listening to Metallica (made Suzanne happy) and playing pool (made me happy). We had a beer. At that point it was midnight and we needed to get to her place to take her daughter’s friend home.
My son told me this morning that Cami and Hannah told him on myspace that when they got in the car I said, “HI, I’M DYLAN’S MOM, AND I’M A LITTLE TOASTED.” Apparently they thought it was hilarious. eeeeeee. I’m sure I thought it was too. Dylan reminded me of the time that he was heading out for a date and Fodon and I were standing in the kitchen having a glass of wine… and I said, “YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE SHIT.” gaaaaaah. It makes him laugh, but damn… I think I get a little too uninhibited.
So anyway, we proceeded to drop Cami off and the three of us drove to a neighborhood and roamed around in the trees, bushes, and parking lots. It was fun sneaking around. Good, clean fun. I picked up a cat. Suz and Hannah saw a UFO (I wasn’t wearing my glasses… can’t confirm). Then we drove through taco bell. In the drive through the tuesday nighters called on my cell and wanted us to come play some more… they’d go somewhere else… where did we want to go? I was of the mind to tell them we’d go then just not show up but Suz said NO, tell them the truth. I really need to keep a handle on that drunken bitchiness thing. They called twice while we were in the drive through. Nope, still not going.
So we ate tacos and yapped on the way to my house. I had a great time. I think Suz did too. She drank very little over the course though and I hope I didn’t overwhelm her. She seemed to be having fun. I hope that’s how it looks in retrospect. I can be a bit much. That’s an odd realization for me. But I am who I am. If I really think about it, I’d have acted the same way on a few coffees or sodas. We shall see.
I had to stay up really late to sober up but I did eventually get to sleep. At six am I woke and snapped at the cat to quit purring so loudly. I feel just fine today but I am a little slow on the draw.
Comments (11)
good times…yeah!
sounds like an awesome night!
At least there weren’t eggs involved….
They’re my Wed night friends. Wed! And that’s it. For reasons you’ve described here. Kidding, kidding (just a little bit). Actually, I miss the crazy antics with them. You know, for all the weirdness there’s something really refreshing about being just mature enough to not give a shit what others think about you. I think I had that with them. Like the fact that I wouldn’t care if they called me TEN times while in the taco bell drive thru. Vice versa. This probably doesn’t make sense, but it makes sense in my head and that’s all that matters.
I’m confused in a few areas, but primarly–do you have a new cat now?
*snicker* If my mother told me my hair looks like shit, I’d probably get a kick out if it too.
The only thing better for after-drink munchies than Taco Bell is leftover Chinese food.
drinking in front of the teens as an example of how not to behave? pure genius.
just to be clear:
I had a total of four beers/glasses of wine over six hours… it’s just I was tired and soup’s not a big tummy filler.
Suzanne only drank at most half a beer at each place, so three places, 1.5 beers?
Nope, no new cat. I just picked it up, cuddled it, and put it back down.
So far no ringworm/mange has emerged. woooooo!
I want to lose weight for my self confidence (bc that definitely messes up my love life), but I get where you’re coming from… The more I think about it, the less I want someone who I feel the need to change myself for which then complicates my feelings about losing weight.
A little uninhibited can be a good thing at the right time and in the right place. I’m glad Dylan’s laughing.
I can’t believe I said that though… I really thought that to be unlike me. perhaps not.
“At six am I woke and snapped at the cat to quit purring so loudly.”
If that’s the nastiest you get, well, no wonder your kids think you’re funny. Great line, I can see it as the title of a poem. You gonna write it?
Syl