Had a productive weekend, actually. Well, I guess that depends on definition of productive. The apartment is coming together. We still have A LOT of work to do on it, the biggest thing of all is building a Tiki Bar in the dining room. Hopefully they can do that when I am away for the weekend and I can just decorate it with grass skirts, christmas lights and tiki masks. We are thinking it is going to look something like this:
The living room looks GORGEOUS thanks to Mike. My bedroom is shaping up nicely. Tonight I have to go pick up the rest of my shit at the old place and get it cleaned up. Yuck! I have so much to do this week, it makes my head spin. Finish moving out. Clean old bedroom. Finally get deposit check from old landlord. Get stuff to new place. Organize and clean new place. Buy a slutty black dress for Vegas. BIKINI SHOP. That is the thing I am dreading most of all. I have a lost a little weight, but still, bikini shopping for me is like having a root canal or a Brazilian wax. Plenty of pain. Plenty of tears.
So Vegas, baby! I think everyone has been there that I know but me. It has been built up so much for me, no matter how fun it is, it may be a let down. I am going with a crazy-ass group of girls who are already talking about going to Mandalay Bay's topless pool. I have seen enough silicon boobies thanks to porn pilfering from male roommates, but in person is a goat of a different color. I am not sure what to expect out of this weekend, but you can expect plenty of pictures and hazy memories.
I have been laying low this past week or so. Not drinking too much. Not staying up too late. Well, I was up until 4:30 am on Friday, but I digress. I went to dinner with two of the new roommates at an Irish pub 4 doors down. Quaint little place. The barmaid even had an authentic Irish accent and they sold $12 beer buckets. Due to some quick math, we figured out that is beer for $2 a piece! Land sakes! Then I brought the new female roommate over to my old neighbors place. She was entertaining at first and then she just turned plain obnoxious. Which was also entertaining. When you see the biggest pervert in the world blush, you know the things coming out of her mouth are pretty vile. This girl is going to be a handful.
My sweet, sweet Jo called me up and stopped by and I took that as a sign from God that we needed to venture over to The Hang Uppe. Long Islands. Shots of Jager. But not too many, I wanted to retain my faculties. Some drunk stumbly bizzo was pissing me off by ramming into Jo and I while we were trying to break it down to Cecilia, so with one fell swoop of my tush, I sent that bitch packing. She returned the favor, but was quickly pulled away by my comrades. Go fix your eye makeup, you crackho. So tiny little Jo was safe from the onslaught and thanked me by burying her tiny face in my bosom. She can't help it. That is where she comes up to on me. Plus, they are spectacularly magnetic.
I had a hard time getting out of bed on Saturday morning. But up I got because Brian was coming over to rollerblade. Which I quickly talked him out of citing weather concerns. My concerns weren't over the weather, they were over my stamina and wanting to look tough in front of him, but I quickly convinced him that lunch and hanging out were the best option. So we went over to Caesars, famous for it's margaritas... and ordered a pitcher. Enough to make me giggly and not so opposed to PDA. Which Brian is a big fan of. Rare breed, most guys would assume spit at you than hold your hand in public, but not Brian. He'll kiss my hand, put his arm around me, stop in the middle of walking and pull me to him for a hug. I am so not used to that, but I could get used to it if I decide to let him stick around.
He was great this weekend. We decided not to go out on Saturday and watched SNL instead. I can't remember the last time I watched SNL on an actual Saturday.
In the morning, I had all kinds of energy, so I took Brian's dog to Wiggly Field (dog Park). It was pure comedy watching this tiny toy poodle trying to hump big black Labrador Retrievers. Can't blame a guy for trying. Big girls need love too!
I went to Ikea after leaving Brian's, which I was dreading as much as the bikini shopping. First off, I went on 94 north instead of 90. So I basically went 40 miles out of my way. In a rental car. That I wasn't insured on. Then I miss the turn and have no money left to pay the toll, so I had to get some pink slip and promise to pay it later. How embarrassing. Finally I get there and it starts to pour. At least I knew exactly what I was getting and the lines weren't too bad.
As soon as I stepped in the door, Brian called. He was kind of hinting at his deep need to do laundry and how he didn't have a way to get to a laundry mat and didn't I have a car? So I came right back with, well if you take me to dinner and put my dresser together, I'll come get you and you can do laundry at my place. So we were using each other equally. Except I didn't have to drive him home this morning like I promised. He didn't want to get up when I left, so I assume he is going to cab it. He really helped me get my room together and helped Mike hang things in the living room. So I felt kind of guilty this morning as I gazed down at his sweet face. I wore him out. And not in a good way. I swear, I am always feeling guilty about something but show me a woman who doesn't feel guilt and I'll show you a man.
My butt hurts from all the sitting. I need a walk.
I finally got my Slut Review which I am fairly happy with. Maybe it is time for a template change. I just don't think I have the energy or the time.