And so ms. Vegas, her friend nueve, ADD party boy, elah and I hit Q bar. My plan was to have a couple cocktails, be moderately fun and make it home at a reasonable hour. None of this happened. Instead I went from dancing and laughing with a buzz to probably sloppily swaying and stumbling around shit faced intoxicated. I went to the line of being "within reason" intoxicated and crossed it. Which lead me to again blacking out and being an insane, devil girlfriend, drunk monster who wanted to yell nonsense and cause a ruckus around the apartment all night. Of course I wasnt aware of thus until I woke up the next morning alone in the living room and telephoned a very UNamused boyfriend. The fun was over.
I felt like a low life and tried to make it up to him by delivering hot coacoa and treats to his work. A from the heart attempt for forgiveness (which I eventually got). But alas no it wasn't the treats or the groveling for forgiveness that resolved the issue but my willingness to attend the film Big Mama's House: like father like son (that and a Make the neighbors call the cops hash out fight that couples so often have to have to resolve drama...but that's not important). And let me tell you the film was as cheesy and ridiculous and stupid as you think it would be, with the previews giving away several trademark big mama lines. What the film didn't tell you was a VERY key plot point, the son is an aspiring rapper!! And of course it just so happens they go undercover at an all girls arts school where he of course finds a love interest who expands his horizons. So besides slapstick its also a ROMCOM!! wow I've said way too much about this movie. I do however want to find a way to post the most ridiculously epic impromptu rap/dance/musical scene that took place. I'll find a way. Actually I can't...this is the best I can do...
Besides seeing next years oscar worthy films the week has continued on as usual.
Last night I had big plans to attend a birthday party with Ru Williams but flaked accidentally due to exhaustion and gluttony. The bf had just picked me up from work and dropped me off as he looked for parking, so of course I got instantly undressed and laid flat on my back in my gloriously comfortable and cool bed (the most refreshing and magical experience after a long day). Just as the relaxation began to pulse through me my friend Thin mint called. The BF had ran into her while looking for parking and they had come up with a plan to smoke and drive down to the neighborhood bar her boyfriend was at. Although every muscle in my body begged to stay in bed I complied.
We took it easy at the bar with one drink each, her BF hot rod had not been taking it as easy and was excited to keep the festivities in swing so we hit up a delicious little restaurant for pitchers of sangria and homestyle eats. It was amazingly delicious...as the conversation bounced around from one subject to the more humorous next one I felt like I was under a spell. I couldn't stop eating or drinking despite the fact that I was getting more bloated and drowsy by the minute. I left the restaurant with the intention of touching up my face, throwing on my party pants and higher heels...but ended up right back at square one: naked in my bed. it was dark and rainy and dreamy and i didn't leave it...I woke up again at 2 am realizing I wouldn't be making the party and with sleepy disappointment went right back to sleep till 10 this morning
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