BMX boys and a late night rendezvous with the K-9 unit
Its been awhile since my last post and my mood has improved significantly. Spent Saturday night with a co-worker and as promised drunk him under the table and then took his table. Wussy. The night began in my usual half-assed fashion of "getting ready." Now halfassedly preparing when you're female equates to 2 hours spent showering, blowdrying, possibly curling, applying make-up, becoming frustrated with the original application thus having to wash the face and start anew, and then trying on about 12 different outfits in an effort to determine which makes the ass appear smaller. Unfortunately, this evening my ass was determined to remain enormous, so I settled on a skirt with heels and hit the road, running late as usual. The plan was to meet up with *G from work and go drinking at the Ritz. The plan went terribly awry. Showed up at G's house around 10 at which point I began my mad quest to show him whats up by drinking room temperature vodka straight up by the glass. The situation was still under control at 11, but by 11:30 things were getting crazy. When making these plans, I assumed I would be hanging with G and a few of his homies....not 15 or 20 of them. So I arrive and quickly realize only drinking to excess will make this night tolerable. The group is mostly 22 years old and younger, and BMX afficianados. What am I doing here? This is not my scene, fun as it may be. Now that I'm wasted and cannot drive, we decide to hit the Ritz for a little more boozing. Of course I see G walking to his car and ask if I can get a ride. It takes about 3 minutes of his driving to get me saying "pull over, I'm driving." With relief he quickly veers off the road and comes to a screeching halt. I reluctantly hop behind the wheel weighing my options. I can
A) drive drunk and hope I dont get a DUI
allow G to drive and end up a quadriplegic with a clean driving record or
C) park the car and walk back through a shitty neighborhood at midnight
My instincts told me to park it, but as I was inebriated, I chose the second stupidest option of driving. Proudly, I made it there and back, and refrained from additional alcohol while at the bar. How did I sober up so quickly? Well, having to drive and then carry/guide your co-worker down 6th street while in your own drunken haze can have a pretty sobering effect. We met up with the roomates and neighbors, and it started to become evident that the neighbor was getting frisky, which I had no problem with. Returning to the house just an hour and a half later I find myself sitting on *S's bed contemplating the choice I'm about to make. He's hot, he's single, and he's got a thing for me. Hmmm, didn't take long to make my choice and without deliberation we flung our clothes to the floor and proceeded to get busy. As a side note, men who use condoms without asking are the best. Guys, quit asking and just grab the damn thing and use it. Kudos to *S for being smart. Passed out afterwards and woke up in a good mood and ready to leave town for the concert in Oklahoma City. So I hook up at around 7:30, late again, with the other co-worker to head to OKC. If you've read my previous posts, you know it has been a shaky couple of months with this guy, and we had decided to just be friends. So we head out, make it all the way through Decatur only to have my car die at a rest stop. It's now 1 am and as I don't have roadside assistance, I spend 30 minutes with my insurance company trying to get an estimate for a jump. I should mention we had much herbage with us. As I'm about to get the estimate, who else should roll up but the Decatur Sheriff, complete with k-9 unit in the back. So I play it cool, and shout out the window asking if we could get a jump. He says sure and without question pulls out his cables and proceeds to jump the car. This whole time, the shepherd in the back is going nuts, barking, circling, acting like somethings up. The Sheriff seems to be oblivious and we shoot back out onto the road to OKC with a hevy sigh of relief. At this point I realize I'm almost out of gas, and have to fill up with the car running or risk being lost outside Decatur without a jump start. Just a tip, when youre driving to an unknown location, pay attention to passing exits, as your roadside assistance crew will not dispatch help to an unknown location, especially a rest stop at 1 am in the middle of nowhere. The entire time we fill the tank we're cringing, sure that the car is about to explode, and take most of Decatur with it. Fortunately, it chose to live another day. Off to the local Walmart and $70 later I had a new battery and was hoping I wouldnt also have to replace the alternator in the morning. Got to OKC, found a hotel, and walked around downtown. Saw the OKC Memorial, which was depressing as all hell, then hit the botanical gardens before going back to the hotel to change before the concert. The concert was kick ass, though I was hoping for an older crowd, and a longer set. For some reason (probably because I'm female) I decided to pack the wrong shoes, a pair of 3.5 inch t-strap heels which are cute as hell, but awfully uncomfortable when standing in one spot for 4 hours. The next show I go to, I'm tennis-shoeing it...no matter how cute I want to look. The blisters aren't worth looking cute for a few hours. So the trip went largely without incident, however there was the "now were both seeing other people should we have one last fling" talk. We decided on no, seeing as he cant detach enough to have it be just sex...funny irony there. Well, I'm back in town and have to go change my battery out...maybe the alternator too, and definitely the serpentine belt, ughhh. Why didnt I do routine maintenance??? Guess it's all just a lesson to be learned.
Its been awhile since my last post and my mood has improved significantly. Spent Saturday night with a co-worker and as promised drunk him under the table and then took his table. Wussy. The night began in my usual half-assed fashion of "getting ready." Now halfassedly preparing when you're female equates to 2 hours spent showering, blowdrying, possibly curling, applying make-up, becoming frustrated with the original application thus having to wash the face and start anew, and then trying on about 12 different outfits in an effort to determine which makes the ass appear smaller. Unfortunately, this evening my ass was determined to remain enormous, so I settled on a skirt with heels and hit the road, running late as usual. The plan was to meet up with *G from work and go drinking at the Ritz. The plan went terribly awry. Showed up at G's house around 10 at which point I began my mad quest to show him whats up by drinking room temperature vodka straight up by the glass. The situation was still under control at 11, but by 11:30 things were getting crazy. When making these plans, I assumed I would be hanging with G and a few of his homies....not 15 or 20 of them. So I arrive and quickly realize only drinking to excess will make this night tolerable. The group is mostly 22 years old and younger, and BMX afficianados. What am I doing here? This is not my scene, fun as it may be. Now that I'm wasted and cannot drive, we decide to hit the Ritz for a little more boozing. Of course I see G walking to his car and ask if I can get a ride. It takes about 3 minutes of his driving to get me saying "pull over, I'm driving." With relief he quickly veers off the road and comes to a screeching halt. I reluctantly hop behind the wheel weighing my options. I can
A) drive drunk and hope I dont get a DUI
allow G to drive and end up a quadriplegic with a clean driving record or
C) park the car and walk back through a shitty neighborhood at midnight
My instincts told me to park it, but as I was inebriated, I chose the second stupidest option of driving. Proudly, I made it there and back, and refrained from additional alcohol while at the bar. How did I sober up so quickly? Well, having to drive and then carry/guide your co-worker down 6th street while in your own drunken haze can have a pretty sobering effect. We met up with the roomates and neighbors, and it started to become evident that the neighbor was getting frisky, which I had no problem with. Returning to the house just an hour and a half later I find myself sitting on *S's bed contemplating the choice I'm about to make. He's hot, he's single, and he's got a thing for me. Hmmm, didn't take long to make my choice and without deliberation we flung our clothes to the floor and proceeded to get busy. As a side note, men who use condoms without asking are the best. Guys, quit asking and just grab the damn thing and use it. Kudos to *S for being smart. Passed out afterwards and woke up in a good mood and ready to leave town for the concert in Oklahoma City. So I hook up at around 7:30, late again, with the other co-worker to head to OKC. If you've read my previous posts, you know it has been a shaky couple of months with this guy, and we had decided to just be friends. So we head out, make it all the way through Decatur only to have my car die at a rest stop. It's now 1 am and as I don't have roadside assistance, I spend 30 minutes with my insurance company trying to get an estimate for a jump. I should mention we had much herbage with us. As I'm about to get the estimate, who else should roll up but the Decatur Sheriff, complete with k-9 unit in the back. So I play it cool, and shout out the window asking if we could get a jump. He says sure and without question pulls out his cables and proceeds to jump the car. This whole time, the shepherd in the back is going nuts, barking, circling, acting like somethings up. The Sheriff seems to be oblivious and we shoot back out onto the road to OKC with a hevy sigh of relief. At this point I realize I'm almost out of gas, and have to fill up with the car running or risk being lost outside Decatur without a jump start. Just a tip, when youre driving to an unknown location, pay attention to passing exits, as your roadside assistance crew will not dispatch help to an unknown location, especially a rest stop at 1 am in the middle of nowhere. The entire time we fill the tank we're cringing, sure that the car is about to explode, and take most of Decatur with it. Fortunately, it chose to live another day. Off to the local Walmart and $70 later I had a new battery and was hoping I wouldnt also have to replace the alternator in the morning. Got to OKC, found a hotel, and walked around downtown. Saw the OKC Memorial, which was depressing as all hell, then hit the botanical gardens before going back to the hotel to change before the concert. The concert was kick ass, though I was hoping for an older crowd, and a longer set. For some reason (probably because I'm female) I decided to pack the wrong shoes, a pair of 3.5 inch t-strap heels which are cute as hell, but awfully uncomfortable when standing in one spot for 4 hours. The next show I go to, I'm tennis-shoeing it...no matter how cute I want to look. The blisters aren't worth looking cute for a few hours. So the trip went largely without incident, however there was the "now were both seeing other people should we have one last fling" talk. We decided on no, seeing as he cant detach enough to have it be just sex...funny irony there. Well, I'm back in town and have to go change my battery out...maybe the alternator too, and definitely the serpentine belt, ughhh. Why didnt I do routine maintenance??? Guess it's all just a lesson to be learned.
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