This was by far one of the more interesting weekends I've had in awhile. I rarely go out, even more rarely with friends. I just work far too much, but this weekend was planned a few weeks in advance. Dancing and drinks with the girls, football with the guys, and lunch with some very missed old friends.
Lets start with the Dancing and drinks.....
I stayed late at work on Friday to avoid having to spend my entire Saturday at work. So headed to work early Saturday afternoon, and was greeted by a group of my agents. One of my cubemates actually said "You look nicer than you normally do." (*I actually did my hair and make-up. I know! WHOA!*) After having a little fun with his statement, I let him grovel a little, then it was all work for a few hours. After several text messages setting times and locations, I bailed out of work, and headed off for my night with the girls.
So the host of our little get-together decided to bring her Significant Other. This I don't really object to, since he and I are close, and have known each other for just over five years now. *He used to be my boss....* Anyway, we head up to his place to start the night off right. He is really awesome at preparing drinks, and I wasn't planning on driving, so it seemed like the perfect start. Everyone finished getting ready, and we headed off the bar. After finding the most awkward parking spot in downtown, we walked to this very nicely decorated Irish pub. Saturday night, in a bar, in downtown.... Hmmm.... Needless to say, you couldn't hear a pin drop. Catch my sarcasm? We enjoyed our very odd looking nachos *potato chips with onions and tomatoes*, and by far the most expensive but best lemonade(with rum) I have EVER had, went downstairs shared a cigar and some Foosball, then headed off to the club.
We decided to go to a different club than our last trip, and while it was interesting, I found myself rather uncomfortable. Aside from your standard teenie-boppers, I was one of 4 of the oldest people in the club. I and my friends had on more clothes than all of the other patrons combined. There were swings hanging from the ceiling, and stripper poles everywhere. Uh, yea.... No.
We did a little shimmying on the dance floor (*there wasn't room to do much else*), and my friend's S.O. got upset at how provocatively my friend was dancing. Before we knew it, it was a full blown fight. The two were snapping at each other, and then one was gone. Our other cohort wandered off to the restroom to check on her. The S.O. informed me he was leaving, and I was stuck in the middle of the club, *gasp* ALONE. Standing there, feeling insanely out of place, I realized the S.O. drove, AND my purse and keys were in his car. Gathering my friends, we raced out of the club after him. Another little squabble outside the club, and off he goes again.
Please keep in mind, that at this point, I have decided to NEVER date again. I'm sure I'll change my mind, but not any time soon. My pseudo-S.O. could not come along because of work, and a horrible family emergency.
Anyway, he's marching down the street, my friend is crying, and I again remember my purse. My friend notices my panicked look, and starts after him again, and is suddenly stopped by concrete. She had tripped over the leg of a bicycle rack, and in her amazing stilettos, had come face to face with the ground. That girl is amazing! As quickly as she'd gone down, she was up again and running. 100 Ft. later, another squabble, some hugs, 20 minutes of huffing and puffing, a couple of kisses, and all was well. We were heading back to his place. Amazing how drama comes and goes.
She'd scratched up her chin, bruised the hell out of her knee, and cut her pinkie pretty bad, but she was alright. Thank goodness. I am so glad I carry Neosporin and bandages in my purse!
A parking ticket from the bar, a few more drinks, dancing in the living room, and people were starting to drift off to sleep. I called it a night, gave a ride home to our other attendee, and I was soon snuggling quietly with my kitties.
GOOD GRIEF!
I was up early today to have breakfast with a couple I hadn't seen in 9 months. Wouldn't ya know it, she's almost 5 months pregnant, and the two have officially moved back to Portland! Yay for a little less-drama!
After breakfast it was off to work for a few hours, where one of my agents had a meltdown because his girlfriend just dumped him. I have never seen a guy lose it that quickly. One second, we're wondering why he'd taken a REALLY long break, the next I am running for Kleenex. That boy dropped some massive tears over the course of the next hour. After getting him to calm down and breathe, we were kicking him out of the building for the day, and letting him have some R&R time.
Once that was resolved, I spent some time catching up with my favorite co-worker(pseudo...), then I was off to my friend's S.O.'s place to watch football. Y'all know, I love my football!
I haven't had Cognac in years, that was a treat. With the smell of cigar smoke in the air, this was easily the most comfortable day I've had in months. 3 different football games, jumping off the sofa to yell at the refs, and eating a really yummy hotdog. What a blast!
Drama aside, this really wasn't THAT bad a weekend! I actually feel relaxed enough to go to work tomorrow. I know! Shocker! ;-)
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