Wow. What a week, end, to come. This past weekend was fantastic. I got to celebrate my oldness with some of the best friends a girl can ask for. I am so thankful for all of this, despite my lack of enthusiasm at times.
Started off the weekend by celebrating with my homegirls. It was suggested that I check out this bar, National Mechanics, in Olde City. I hate Olde City. It is full of douche bags. I don’t think I have been there once in the past four years except to eat or hit up my favorite boutique. Regardless my friend insisted that it was a ton of fun with cheap drinks and dancing. NOT true. It was everything I expected.
Upon sitting at the bar I am greeted by this very drunk dude. I turn around to politely say hi and his friend walks up next to him. I knew I knew this guy, not the drunk one, the other. Turns out I went on a date with him, I would say sometime around April/May. This was just awkward. Dude was super cool and the date was great however I was not too intrigued by him after like a month or so. So I stopped talking to him. Now here I am face to face with him looking at me like what happened?? Good thing his drunk friend was there to annoy me enough to politely ask my past date to get him away from me. Thankfully, he did and I was saved from extremely awkward explanations. However, now it opens the door for him to start talking to me again. Great, just great, Olde City, you suck.
At this point it is time for some whiskey/tequila/vodka, and a quick cab ride away from this joint. Had a great time from this point forward…not to get into all the details. I seem to remember me spitting mad raps towards the end of the night. “I figgity figgity found da found your phone on the street.” Pretty much it was one of the most hilarious nights I have ever have and I just love having my girlfriends around.
Next night…same old, same old. Too much fun though for some reason! We spent the evening discussing sugar skulls, tattoos, ATCQ, and Mobb Deep. All the while drinking way too much PBR and Jameson. Stumble, Stumble, Stumble. Sunday I woke up wondering, and hurting, bad.
Sunday…a bust.
Then comes my birthday, which is always expected to be an awesome day. Turns out, it sucked ass sideways, and I did not even get to eat one damn pink starburst all day. My landlord tried to ruin the day by being the complete psycho she is. She had the nerve to tell me that I have no common sense at one point and this is when I flipped the eff out. I think she may have gotten the point. I don’t know if I have ever yelled at someone like this in my whole life. I DO NOT feel bad in the least bit. Shove it Sandy.
After this, it got worst. See this is my deadline week, where shit gets real crazy round my desk. I spent the entire morning getting caught up on the data I needed to enter for my dlines. Found about 5 sec to run to the bathroom, came back, and boom, data gone. Way to go server, thanks for NOT backing up my work automatically. And this is about the time I started crying. And then crying some more. Ehhh.
After work was pretty awesome though, well basically, because I was not at work anymore, or listening to my landlord rant and rave about my decision making. Went to dinner for my birthday, got a Keurig, some Joico, and a full moon. Sounds much better to me.
Then last night, I got another birthday dinner at Full Plate. It was dyno. I had so many options to choose from though, which is never good. I think part of the reason I am vegetarian is just to limit myself to a menu because I am the worst entrée decider ever. Anyways, it was great and such a beautiful night to dine al fresco. Oh…and I got some chocolate covered raisins, which make me super super happy.
And now…..finally, I get to prepare for Austin City Limits! I cannot wait to be on that plane. Here is a link to the line-up (my picks in orange). Mostly, I am excited to meet my new friends, and celebrate life in Austin with them.
http://lineup.aclfestival.com/lala4416/bands?sort=day
Stayed tuned.
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