I am in a foul ass mood. I'm sad (we broke up). I'm tired (couldn't sleep). And the Colts won. I'm not saying they didn't deserve it, nor am I saying that I'm a Chicago Bears fan. In fact, this year I could have cared less who won... but I will admit to being a bit over-Manninged. I mean, all year it's been, Payton Manning this, Payton Manning that. Blah Blah Blah.
Whatever. I'm over him (Payton Manning, that is).
Headed to the rodeo tomorrow.
woo.
Actually, it might not be so bad. I'm volunteering in a booth for work, but more importantly, I'm hanging out with some of the students and there might be free beer involved. Which - I'm all about!
Want to hear about the better part of my weekend?
Thought so.
On Friday night, The Roommate... Wait! She's not really my roommate anymore... what to call her... hmmmm... I know! The Mexi (don't be offended folks, I've been calling her Mexi since HS. It's short for Mexicana.) and I went dancing with her friend and his friends at a local gay bar/club. It was fun. My first night out in a long ass time. It was crazy ass cold outside (remember, I'm from TX and anything below 50 is cold as hell.) tho and we had to wait in line for about 30-40 minutes just to get in. I was so cold my toes were actually frozen. They took about 30 minutes to defrost and meanwhile tiny stabs of pain would shot through each toe with every step I took. It was as if my toes had fallen asleep. Yeah, good times. Anyway, we danced up a storm. All was fun and gay (heh) until this guy, apparently NOT SO GAY started dry humping my backside. No, literally, he was dry humping me. I've done enough club dancing to know the difference between suggestive bumping and grinding and dry humping. And this guy was just throwing his hips against my ass. I finally turned around, was afraid to up until then and was like "okay. I get it." And moved away. It was gross.
I mean at least offer me a drink first. Ya know?!
Today's gonna be my first day back to the gym in a long ass time. I'm sure more than my back will be killing me tomorrow.
Awesome.
At least it takes away from the (cue cheesy line) pain in my heart.
2 comments:
OMG....i hate when that happens, here you are trying to have a good time and .... ugh
i am sorry to hre about the other news,:( was it at least agreed upon?
It was mutual, but still EXTREMELY hard.
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