Blogger Nation

So Saturday night was our 1st blogger party. I had a blast aside from the usual drama that is my life. I was glad to meet HemisphereDancer and Batonga. They are so sweet and really funny. Of course Hemisphere showed up late and ducked out early, and I think he was offended by our drunken behavior. Batonga, on the otherhand, was the first one there and still going strong after I left. He's a party animal.
So allow me to sum up my evening:
I got my boobs grab more times in one night than in my entire life and not by a guy.
I got into a fight with Minnesota for talking to my ex...big freakin deal.
Irish took a picture of my boobs, which you will not be seeing on any of our blogs.
Irish got her phone stolen, but she posted a picture of the guys that took it on her blog.
I got smashed and almost fell asleep at The Arena.
Went home with Minnesota, fell asleep before he could try anything, dreamed about my ex, woke up at the butt crack of dawn, drove home, passed out until noon.
So, that's it, that was our blogger meeting. Lot of alcohol, lot of drama.

Deja Vu

Last night I got bored sitting alone at home and just felt like going out. So, what did I do? I called the Player. Yep, I called him. Anyhoo, we met at a local pub and went in long enough to decide that we were not in the mood for the place. It smelled like someone had pissed in the floor and tried to cover the scent with beer. Also, my ex friend and now arch enemy "The Man" was there. So we headed to our favorite Mexican establishment for some tasty yummies. So here we are sitting at a table we probably sat at all those months ago when we were dating and we ordered the same things we always did. I just had to laugh at the weirdness. Anyway, we were catching up on all the stuff we have missed in each others lives over the past 6 months, when his Russian friend showed up. Very, very sweet girl, but something was kinda off. She was dressed like a hobo and when offered Player's scraps, she attacked them like she hadn't eaten in days. It was the craziest shit I had ever seen. As she was licking the final grain off rice from his plate, "The Man" called to let her know he was on his way. I'm sure I looked as if my dinner was about to make an encore perfomance. This was one person I could live a lifetime without seeing again. So, he shows up and of all things, he sat down next to me and gave me a hug like we were best pals. Just like that. Just like we had never hated each other. What was that about? The Player thought he was trying to make him mad because he was sitting next to the Russian chic. The Man apparently has a crush on her now. After all that we decided to go back to The Player's house and hang out. Not much to report there. We played with his computer until 12:30 this morning and he burned me 3 cds. After that we thanked each other for hanging out, did the generic "it was nice to see you again" and I headed home. All in all I had a pretty good night. Well, it sure beat sitting at home watching another mind numbing reality show.

Happy Happy Joy Joy

Life looks good right now. I got my hair did last night and damn am I sexy. Then, I went this morning and filed my taxes. I won't brag about my fat refund, but my bills will finally be paid on time for a change. See, life is good for now. I am going to stop fretting about having a man and just be me. I read a complete stranger's blog the other day and it said I need a man. That was a bitch slap into reality. Reading back over my past blogs I see the problem. I have wasted too much time on the subject of men. I will now devote my attention to cheese and my love for it. (sigh) I do love me some cheese.

By the way, as soon as Irish shows me how to add stuff to my page, I'll hook you guys up with some pics. Peace out!

Here We Go Again

Well, another year has come and gone. They seem to go by faster every year. Anyhoo, New Years was a blast. I went to a friend's party where I was kissed on the cheek by 3 different guys at midnight. ON THE CHEEK! All of which were by guys who were either married or engaged. There was the one old man who pointed out that I was the only single girl at the party so I should "hook up" with him for a New Year's kiss. I made myself unavailable at the time of the countdown. I had one ex that hinted around all night that he wanted me and another ex that showed up around 2:00. I did get a peck on the lips from him, but he was off to hook up with Irish the next night. All in all a pretty good night, but I do wish Minnesota could have been there. He was the only one I wanted to kiss at midnight and the only one not around. Oh well...(sigh). I drank, danced, sang off key, nearly wet myself and went home alone. What a great way to start a new year.