Weekend Part 2 – We’re getting Married!!!
I awoke at the bright and early hour of 6:30am on Sunday. I really should get some Ambien or something… (genius combination really, alcohol and sleeping pills…) I once again headed for coffee. I get coffee for LJ every weekend morning, as I feel that she should wake up and enjoy it with me. If I’m awake, everyone should be, dammit! This is also the reason for calling anyone I can think of that may answer their phone at whatever ungodly hour I may arise.
I killed time by once again watching Garden State… love love love that movie. Afterwards I met up for brunch with Le, I-E and LaLo. Brunch pretty much consisted of me talking for two hours (I mean, really… look at how much I type... I talk much more).
Of course our waitress came up to our table as I exclaimed, “And then she FUCKED him!” I’m always one to make a great first impression… and then go to offend every table around us. Anytime the girls and I get together, the conversation can very quickly circle the gutter… and as I have previously mentioned… I do love me some cussing. That combined with AM mimosas… and all of us knowing one another’s dirt… we are done.
We left, more sunning was had on the terrace (no more cocktails… had to drive), and I headed down to meet up with Beach Chic for dinner. We have a girlfriend called “Crazy”. Seriously, I haven’t heard anyone use her real name in ages. She is a party girl that makes me look (and feel) mellow. She will be whooping, hollering and dancing one moment, and the next be passed out on the bar.
Upon our arrival last night she was in usual form, having been there for five hours all ready. Her boyfriend wasn’t with her, but these guys we know were hanging out. This beach restaurant we went to has a small stage where the band nightly plays. One of the boys went on stage and called Crazy up. She came up, he got down on one knee and proposed. She screamed “Yes!” we all rolled our eyes and laughed, and they proceeded to make out.
Please know this is just par for the course. I swear in our group of friends when alcohol is consumed to a certain point, inevitably one of the guys and one of the girls will start yelling about how they’re getting married…
Actually Beach Chic got wasted with Mr. Wonderful several months ago and proceeded to not only stand up on her bar stool and scream “We’re getting married!!!”, she also told people that she was three months pregnant, but she heard that it was okay to drink in the first trimester… then proceeded to hug and kiss every person down the length of the bar upon her roommate coming to claim her and get her home.
So as Crazy and her “fiancé” made out on stage and then came back to where we were, a man came up and asked them if they really were getting married. She assured him they were, that this was one of the happiest moments of her life. The man said, “Great, bring them a bottle of Champagne on me!” So Crazy, her “fiancé”, Beach Chic and I all enjoyed a bottle of Dom Perignon on him. Thanks man.
A different guy that Beach Chic knows from her restaurant bought her and me dinner. We moved to the next bar and he proceeded to talk to me too closely with his stale alcohol breath, then asked if I would take him home. I will talk to you through the length of a cocktail, not go home with you because you bought me a salad and side of mashed potatoes. As Beach Chic was MIA with one of our other friends, I quickly told him I had to go.
I went and saw R at his job for a bit, texted and made dinner plans for tonight with TM and headed home… excited at the chance to not be hungover one Monday in my life.
I awoke this morning exhausted, pondering why on the weekend I can’t sleep much past 7am, but come the work week I could easily spend the entire day in bed. Although I did have a little surprise when waking up (no, no one was lying next to me…damn…). Our power went out last night, and when resetting my alarm clock, I had accidentally set it an hour ahead… so I did get (at least the feeling) that I had some how cheated time and scored one more hour of sleep.
Hope your week is fab.
I killed time by once again watching Garden State… love love love that movie. Afterwards I met up for brunch with Le, I-E and LaLo. Brunch pretty much consisted of me talking for two hours (I mean, really… look at how much I type... I talk much more).
Of course our waitress came up to our table as I exclaimed, “And then she FUCKED him!” I’m always one to make a great first impression… and then go to offend every table around us. Anytime the girls and I get together, the conversation can very quickly circle the gutter… and as I have previously mentioned… I do love me some cussing. That combined with AM mimosas… and all of us knowing one another’s dirt… we are done.
We left, more sunning was had on the terrace (no more cocktails… had to drive), and I headed down to meet up with Beach Chic for dinner. We have a girlfriend called “Crazy”. Seriously, I haven’t heard anyone use her real name in ages. She is a party girl that makes me look (and feel) mellow. She will be whooping, hollering and dancing one moment, and the next be passed out on the bar.
Upon our arrival last night she was in usual form, having been there for five hours all ready. Her boyfriend wasn’t with her, but these guys we know were hanging out. This beach restaurant we went to has a small stage where the band nightly plays. One of the boys went on stage and called Crazy up. She came up, he got down on one knee and proposed. She screamed “Yes!” we all rolled our eyes and laughed, and they proceeded to make out.
Please know this is just par for the course. I swear in our group of friends when alcohol is consumed to a certain point, inevitably one of the guys and one of the girls will start yelling about how they’re getting married…
Actually Beach Chic got wasted with Mr. Wonderful several months ago and proceeded to not only stand up on her bar stool and scream “We’re getting married!!!”, she also told people that she was three months pregnant, but she heard that it was okay to drink in the first trimester… then proceeded to hug and kiss every person down the length of the bar upon her roommate coming to claim her and get her home.
So as Crazy and her “fiancé” made out on stage and then came back to where we were, a man came up and asked them if they really were getting married. She assured him they were, that this was one of the happiest moments of her life. The man said, “Great, bring them a bottle of Champagne on me!” So Crazy, her “fiancé”, Beach Chic and I all enjoyed a bottle of Dom Perignon on him. Thanks man.
A different guy that Beach Chic knows from her restaurant bought her and me dinner. We moved to the next bar and he proceeded to talk to me too closely with his stale alcohol breath, then asked if I would take him home. I will talk to you through the length of a cocktail, not go home with you because you bought me a salad and side of mashed potatoes. As Beach Chic was MIA with one of our other friends, I quickly told him I had to go.
I went and saw R at his job for a bit, texted and made dinner plans for tonight with TM and headed home… excited at the chance to not be hungover one Monday in my life.
I awoke this morning exhausted, pondering why on the weekend I can’t sleep much past 7am, but come the work week I could easily spend the entire day in bed. Although I did have a little surprise when waking up (no, no one was lying next to me…damn…). Our power went out last night, and when resetting my alarm clock, I had accidentally set it an hour ahead… so I did get (at least the feeling) that I had some how cheated time and scored one more hour of sleep.
Hope your week is fab.
posted by hannahhas @ Monday, August 29, 2005
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