b12 - Viva la Cinco de Mayo!
Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.
See, what had happened was...
- gradSchool:: final paper finished Thursday, evals finished Sunday. I have a week break, then I'm grinding M-Th, 4:30-9pm for the rest of the summer. Yes, I'm still a masochist.
- (de)Stress, part I:: so, in honor of my ending the semester, I (un)officially decide to (sub)consciously tie one on! Viva la Cinco de Mayo!
- G&S:: one of my coworkers celebrated her birthday (hm, is there a pattern here?) so we hung out at South Beach. Now I can't reveal all the details, but...
- myUndoing:: me-to-waitress: ok, so you're saying that the house martini's are $3 during happy hour? waitress-to-me: yep! me-to-waitress: cool, I'll take 3. And keep them coming.
- liquidCourage:: I may be trying to regain my wasted youth, but I made it my mission to ensure someone was gonna hook up that night. Think my girlfriend's words (life is too short, and we are too old to play coy) were ringing in my ears. Spent most of my time just scoping the scene, to see who would be a willing victim....
- Hookups:: I did hook up my homegirl with this FINE brotha. I mean, FINE. Oh, did I mention he was FINE?
- Dating, part I:: ok, I know you're going to ask: "Why didn't you hook yourself up?" Eh - I dunno? No willing victims that I liked?
- just add liquor:: let's just say I wasn't the only one who'd imbibed some liquid courage. There was, er - a lot of anticipatory scoping/tentatively trying going on all night. And I wasn't involved at all, dammit.
- ..and the willing victim I went home with, was:: A Royale with Cheese. The chastity belt, albeit rusty, is still intact.
- (de)Stress, part II:: my homegirl and I cure my hangover at El Azteca, with a repeat of part I (sans any hookups and willing victims)
- theVegetation continues:: I swear, didn't do much more the rest of the weekend, except watch my grass grow. It looks loverly.
- Dating, part II:: ok, to be honest, I spent way too much time this weekend lamenting my lack of a lovelife, while two someones-I-have-no-business-dealing-with blew my phone up. One knows why I ain't answering (just in case he reads this - you know why), the other may be catching on. Meanwhile, I believe I should volunteer myself for Can't Get a (decent) Date.
< sigh > again, B-oooooo-ring. I need
ETA: ok, that picture was just too much, even though (in reality) it wasn't much at all. I apologize for posting it.