Ah, chilling out today. just got some breakfast/lunch/dinner...now I am good to go. 
For those of you who are making dubious faces now, I just had my first, middle, and only meal of the day. That's just how it is going to be today.
I went out on Friday night with Dorothy to celebrate my getting that new job. We started out the evening at the Peanut Barrel, because she wanted to eat. Generally I don't like that place. But sat there, had a rum and coke with her and then scooted off to Stober's... one of the cheapest places to drink around here. Ordered another rum and coke, chille dout at the bar, BSed with Dorothy, watched her progressively get smashed...damn skinny Parisians... She decided she wanted to make a whiskey drinker out of me, so she bought us both a shot of Jameson. Straight. I tried it, nearly coughed it out. I'm so not a whiskey drinker! Well, she was trying to instruct me how to drink it, to roll it around, to hold it in the back of my throat... which I did, but it didn't treat me very well. I swallowed it and held my hand to my throat, because it was not agreeing with me. Here she is laughing loudly at me and clapping me on the back...hard... crying out "Good stuff, huh?" I'm sitting here gasping out "It burns!! It burns!" She's calling me a wimp... I'm trying not to fall on the ground. That shit was nasty. No no, Krys is so not a whiskey drinker, I finished it reluctantly over the course of a half hour, and we headed off to the Green Door.
Now, the green door generally has decent music... and skeevy customers, particularly the men folk. One time she and I drank in there and we swear this guy put something in her drink... some creepy guy in scrubs who was leering at her the whole time we were playing pool. Well, in light of that, I was on guard. She wanted to dance when Marvin Gaye came on and tried to drag me out to the floor, I don't dance, generally. But this older guy asked her, so she went out there while I sat with the drinks. This guy came over to me and tried to get me to dance, some rednecky guy with a mullet. I refused, he pordded, I saw his friend leering at us who looked very like the guy from before, so I became adament. I told him "Hey, I wouldn't dance with a woman, what makes you think I would dance with you?" He called me a dyke and walked off... Oh yeah, that's original, and fairly obvious. *rolls eyes* We left after that and went off to
Rendevouz, where she ordered us more Jameson, this time with ice... and we played pool for a while. After that we went back to my house to play video games, and Trevor was there so we hung out with him until Dorothy went home for the evening, then he and I went for coffee and went home for the night.
Yesterday he and I went back to Crunchy's pizza, we had been there on Friday, he wanted to drink. We both had alot then went over to the Peanut Barrel, where we both had guiness. I don't remember much of the evening at the peanut barrel. I was too drunk, and guiness does not agree with me. Apparently I was making eyes at this woman and a friend of trevor's told me the whole table were lesbians so he was encouraging me to go over, but I was starting to get sick, so we left and went to beaners, where I ended up getting sick in the bathroom and chilling out until I was sober enough to drive us home. He picked up a six pack of Mike's lime and we actually ended up the night chilling at my nextdoor neighbour/landlord's house with them. I had one out of the six pack, all I could handle. Trevor polished off the rest. Grrr... he was so drunk he kept me up after we went home for a while rolling down the stairs... I repeat... rollling down the stairs... Obnoxious, I just wanted to sleep.
Shit, tonight is going to be mellow or I will have a coronary. Dammit. I just want to veg, flirt onine, and play Final Fantasy 10 and read... dammit. Sounds like a heavenly evening to me, after all of the debauchery this weekend.
Oh, I'm supposed to go to the DIA on Tuesday with Dorothy, Katya (mmmm... Katya...) and one of Katya's friends... hopefully I won't have to start working that day.
For anyone who wants to buy art, I can now accept paypal. Wheee.
How was all of your weekends?
For those of you who are making dubious faces now, I just had my first, middle, and only meal of the day. That's just how it is going to be today.
I went out on Friday night with Dorothy to celebrate my getting that new job. We started out the evening at the Peanut Barrel, because she wanted to eat. Generally I don't like that place. But sat there, had a rum and coke with her and then scooted off to Stober's... one of the cheapest places to drink around here. Ordered another rum and coke, chille dout at the bar, BSed with Dorothy, watched her progressively get smashed...damn skinny Parisians...
She decided she wanted to make a whiskey drinker out of me, so she bought us both a shot of Jameson. Straight. I tried it, nearly coughed it out. I'm so not a whiskey drinker! Well, she was trying to instruct me how to drink it, to roll it around, to hold it in the back of my throat... which I did, but it didn't treat me very well. I swallowed it and held my hand to my throat, because it was not agreeing with me. Here she is laughing loudly at me and clapping me on the back...hard... crying out "Good stuff, huh?" I'm sitting here gasping out "It burns!! It burns!" She's calling me a wimp... I'm trying not to fall on the ground. That shit was nasty. No no, Krys is so not a whiskey drinker, I finished it reluctantly over the course of a half hour, and we headed off to the Green Door.
Now, the green door generally has decent music... and skeevy customers, particularly the men folk. One time she and I drank in there and we swear this guy put something in her drink... some creepy guy in scrubs who was leering at her the whole time we were playing pool. Well, in light of that, I was on guard. She wanted to dance when Marvin Gaye came on and tried to drag me out to the floor, I don't dance, generally. But this older guy asked her, so she went out there while I sat with the drinks. This guy came over to me and tried to get me to dance, some rednecky guy with a mullet. I refused, he pordded, I saw his friend leering at us who looked very like the guy from before, so I became adament. I told him "Hey, I wouldn't dance with a woman, what makes you think I would dance with you?" He called me a dyke and walked off... Oh yeah, that's original, and fairly obvious. *rolls eyes* We left after that and went off to
Rendevouz, where she ordered us more Jameson, this time with ice... and we played pool for a while. After that we went back to my house to play video games, and Trevor was there so we hung out with him until Dorothy went home for the evening, then he and I went for coffee and went home for the night.
Yesterday he and I went back to Crunchy's pizza, we had been there on Friday, he wanted to drink. We both had alot then went over to the Peanut Barrel, where we both had guiness. I don't remember much of the evening at the peanut barrel. I was too drunk, and guiness does not agree with me. Apparently I was making eyes at this woman and a friend of trevor's told me the whole table were lesbians so he was encouraging me to go over, but I was starting to get sick, so we left and went to beaners, where I ended up getting sick in the bathroom and chilling out until I was sober enough to drive us home. He picked up a six pack of Mike's lime and we actually ended up the night chilling at my nextdoor neighbour/landlord's house with them. I had one out of the six pack, all I could handle. Trevor polished off the rest. Grrr... he was so drunk he kept me up after we went home for a while rolling down the stairs... I repeat... rollling down the stairs... Obnoxious, I just wanted to sleep.
Shit, tonight is going to be mellow or I will have a coronary. Dammit. I just want to veg, flirt onine, and play Final Fantasy 10 and read... dammit. Sounds like a heavenly evening to me, after all of the debauchery this weekend.
Oh, I'm supposed to go to the DIA on Tuesday with Dorothy, Katya (mmmm... Katya...) and one of Katya's friends... hopefully I won't have to start working that day.
For anyone who wants to buy art, I can now accept paypal. Wheee.
How was all of your weekends?
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Congrats on the new job, I KNEW it was yours!
how's your job going? anything fun happen yet? we bookworms are a crazy, rowdy bunch don't ya know...hehehe...