bohogirl

Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
Dale Carnegie
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Ow my head

When will I learn?

Last night in brief:

The "but it made sense then" moment:
'oh, let's all go to the bathroom and take our undies off'
(the joke's on them, though - my tiny rhinestone-studded mesh g fits neatly in my purse... on the other hand, bulky boxers do not, even if boys had purses )

The "is there something I'm not getting?" moment:
getting way too much girl-attention... and a few that were more relentless then a drunken sailor on a shore leave.

The "Earth, please open up and swallow me" moment:
"Do you have a bandaid?"
"Sure, in my purse" (hand purse over since I was dealing with other stuff)
"What the hell is this?" (pulling out the afore-mentioned rhinestone mesh g)
...
"Oh, I think I got it. No, wait, that's a condom! Yeah!"
"Give me the damn purse and go bleed to death!!!"

The 'Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself?"moment:
"I think B is trying to get in his car!"
"Well go get him"
"Yup, he's going to try to drive"
"Dude!!!" running in platform stillettos across parking lot, while the boys do absolutely nothing to help; trying to explain to a drunken B why he shouldn't be driving and should just let me take him home; wishing I had a gun or something in my purse.

The 'WTF?' moments:
- on the bed, too tired to speak, text messaging instead... with the people on the same bed.
- having random giggle-fits.
- the dog won't stop licking me.
- discussing whose bed can fit more people with the passion usually reserved only for anti-GWB debates.
- etc. etc. etc.

And, of course, the "oh, fuck!" moment:
realizing I will have to listen to my accupuncturist chew me out - again! But I think she's catching on to the fact that Monday mornings are just bad for me and that she should just let me suffer in silence