I would never let her do that...

This weekend, like most, was spent drinking, drinking, and drinking some more. I'm not even sure how I managed to make it to work on Saturday night, granted I was over 2 hours late. Even with my late fines and short shift I did well. I think I might do the late thing every weekend.

It's funny how it seems that the crappier you look at work, the better you do. Maybe guys really do go for the disheveled look. There will be nights where I'm super done-up; skinny body, very tan, perfect outfit, hair perfect, nails done up, impeccable makeup, the whole nine yards...and nothing. Then, there are nights like Saturday where I'm suffering from alcohol poof, pool hair, skanky nails, bathing suit tan lines and I do great. Probably just a coincidence.

Friday night I went out with a bunch of people, including the Mexican (new name for my friend's boyfriend's roommate). It was fun, but I drank a bit too much. When I go out I dance; I'm not one of those sit-at-the-bar and look bored types. I'm out on the floor. Apparently this bothered some people the other night, as a group of girls approached the Mexican and said something to the effect of "I can't believe you let your girlfriend go off and dance with other dudes like that...I would never do that." A few things about that

a)I'm not his girlfriend

b)I would never want to be with a guy who 'lets' his s.o. do stuff. wtf?

c)Why do people care so much about what other people (who they don't even know) are doing.

d)What a tacky way to hit on someone.

e)It's weird hanging out with a guy who's attractive enough to get hit on by multiple girls in the course of a night.

Anyways. Night ended and Saturday started way too early. Somehow almost our entire group had disappeared through the course of the night and when we woke up it was just the Mexican and me. We promptly hit up McDonalds, Target, and the liquor store (in that order), and started day two of the holiday weekend. Saturday consisted of both of us being trashed the entire day. Our friends rejoined at some point and we spent a few hours at the pool. I remember we kept trying to go off and...make sexytime, and we kept getting interrupted. Then the Mexican passed out and I decided about two hours too late that I should head into work. Glad I did, though.

Sunday was fairly tame in comparison, just the traditional cookout and chill at the pool memorial day thing.