That much fun should be illegal

I was getting ready for work this morning when I realized I hadn’t updated in a while…

The Monday after my last entry I wrote, I was going to a Sox game with some friends from work (All you Cubs fan, keep quiet- I went merely because they were fabulous free tickets, third row behind first base!) In otherwords, we were making it an all monday afternoon drinkathon.

We started at Champp’s, had a few beers, then decided to go to Binny’s and buy more beer to tailgate once we got to the park. But, Lauren and I had a better idea. We bought four small bottles of sprite and water, one large liter of strawberry vodka, and decided to mix. We were sitting in the car, emptying the water, pouring the sprite, mixing the vodka, all very carefully. Some old man next to us was staring, putting his Old Style in the back seat, and I kept thinking, "What, what? Bring it on!" And he did… he sat in his driver’s seat, and pulled out a police badge. Me, keeping calm, told the girl’s quietly to give me their bottles, and I would "throw them out" (Psst… Kelly, pick me up in front) Cop left, I rescued the alcohol, and we started our drive.

Needless to say, we were all feeling great once we got to the game, except for the fact that Lauren had to pee. So, we blocked her in between cars as she peed over a sewer. We drank more, and more, and I had the fabulous idea to text the ex. It was just normal chit chat, and then I told him we were going out afterwards, he told me he wanted to go to, but he had to pass… this, I found odd. Over a year ago, he woudln’t talk to me in fear of Candice flipping out and taking the baby and running. Now, he wants to hang out? Well, whatever…. I don’t even know who won, but I had a fabulous time, and passed out when I got home… never making it to our last bar.

More drunken nights. Sunday- We started by going to Kitchen Bar- 1$ well drinks. Had a few of those, and started texting again. The ex. I apologized for texting him the previous time when I was hammered. I told him we were going to another bar, and he said he wanted to go with us NEXT WEEK. Either way, we had just a little convo, ending with him trying to call me when I went to the bathroom. I answered, he hung up. So, I texted him, "Did you just call me and hang up?" "Maybe." "Why, wanna chat?" No more texts for a while. Then, he texted me while I was at the last bar, barely able to speak let alone text. I just stopped. I was drunk and having fun

There was a guy at the bar that I have now nicknamed, "Night at the Roxbury" Right when I walked in, he tried to get up on me, and I pushed him away to talk to my friend Kelly. He tried this all night, and at 2:30 AM, I was finally ready to dance with him. He pulled me to the dance floor, then whispered, "Are you a good kisser?" Not waiting for my answer, he shoved his tongue down my throat. I thanked him, then walked away to find my friends. It was annoying, yet… I hadn’t been kissed in a very long time.

Monday was hell… I was so tired, and hungover, I thought the day would never end. And, instead of going home after my shift, Mike and I were sucked in by the clearance area of Wickes Furniture, where I spent the last of my hard earned cash on a new TV stand (to match the new coffee table we bought last week). So, now, I am working nonstop until next week, when I have my official graduation. Scary. I only need to make 650 more dollars by next Saturday…::gulp:: Wish me luck!

Oh, and me and the short hair are doing fine… I keep getting carded now because I look like I’m twelve.

I’ll read you all later!!