what a bizaare weekend. i'm not even sure i know what's going on with all this... friday night, what did i do friday night? that seems so long ago. i know i didn't have to work late, but i think i did anyway. i think i stayed as moral support for the texas ranger and perty kersti, doing nothing but entertaining them and milking the time clock. (and it worked - i got paid for it!) i got to sleep in on saturday, which was nice, i haven't had real sleep, like sleep sleep in i don't know how long. and no vacuum to wake up to, so i didn't even wake up feeling violent and filled with rage... :D
saturday. i worked until 1900 and then called miss-t, who from this point on is going to be referred to as nigel, to make plans for later on that evening. saturday night. oh, my, saturday night... i met the most interesting person on saturday night, with the bluest eyes and and the nicest shoulders and a voice that makes me melt...*sigh*... ol' blue eyes is what he shall be called, which in itself is funny, but i'm not going to tell you why. so, me n' nigel head out, drinking on insufficient funds, but it turns out not to matter, as we met up with the only black man in town and he bought drinks for us after round one. in fact, i don't remember buying drinks after round one. after round i don't know how many, i begin to forget the exact string of events...
things really got interesting when the guy at the bar fell off his stool and then wrestled around on the floor with it before getting up and leaving. blue eyes made an introduction sometime during this period before we walked in the rain across the square and into the other place where things got really crazy. drinks turned blue, i hugged everybody in sight, i gave away my favorite bracelet to a girl named rochelle who was kissing this bridesmaid in a really cute red dress, someone stuck a dollar in my shirt, and i was making fun of some really strong-looking guy (moose?) who dumped a drink on his own shirt, freaking slob. and then there was blue eyes... oh my, blue eyes...*sigh*... you know the thing is, i don't generally fall for blue eyes, but this one was different. i don't know why. OMG. that was fun... the best part, well, at least the funniest, not necessarily the best, was the puddle outside. i'm bruised, he's bleeding and not a one of us cared. lol... he bled all over nigel's car on our way to his house and i know we were grossing bob out real bad. and i know that this is never going to go anywhere or amount to anything, but boy, this was neat fun. so much fun, in fact, we had breakfast on sunday and he asked permission to call me. teehee...isn't that cute? i told him due to his age i would have to think about it, i just didn't know if i could see him again... and then i called him to tell him it would be okay if he called me. i could talk to him all day, everyday... that voice makes me hot, omg...all low and gravely, incredible, and when he says my name, omg... *sigh*...
sunday. work. late. all night. talked about going out but went home instead, i was pooped. didn't sleep well the night before and needed to get caught up. today. overslept this morning, almost didn't make it to work on time. pouring rain. blecch. got to leave work early, yay annette! family dinner, good fun, haven't been to my mom's house in months. gorgeous day. and i came home and took a nap. i took a four hour nap and woke up to a text message. from nigel's brother. a freaking scary message, in fact a series of scary messages. wow. that was bizaare. in fact, its still fucking bizaare, he won't leave me alone... hmmm...
so now, i'm watching dane cook. this guy is freaking hysterical, you big fat fatty...
four hour nap. not tired anymore. got to find something to do.
oh. so that one thing that happened last week, that one thing that sort of blew up in my face and caused things to get real quiet around here? yeah, still no resolution there. don't quite know what to do about it. parties involved are not speaking of it, in fact, parties involved are not speaking to me. maybe that's okay... the whole thing was kind of stressing me out. the thing is, i think one party involved is retaliating against nigel by opening his big mouth to people who don't need to know... cluck cluck cluck... that's one way to put the kabosh on a friendship...
next week i have to go to iah. for a whole freaking week. yuck. it's going to be hot and sticky and yucky. i don't wanna go! but. when i get back from iah, we're off to nyc for a weekend of adventure. :) and baseball. don't forget the baseball. yay me!
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