I've been so caught up with PowerPoint, there was no time to let you in on the weekend, or more like Friday and Saturday nights.
Friday was the night that I decided to act like I was 22, again. Whoa, I may have done that Saturday as well, who knows?
Friday, I was eating dinner with my lesbian couple friends.
I think I had 2 or 3 margaritas by the end of dinner. Who knows? Because before the check came I sauntered over to my neighbor, who doesn't live below me, but freely will meet up with Groomsman whenever she pleases (still harboring the shit).
She was sharing a pitcher of beer with our other neighbor. She sure does know the building. I'm lucky if my next door neighbor says "hi".
I think that sometime in the next ten minutes the lesbians left, and hopefully, paid my bill?!? Now, I was drinking more margaritas at this table. While I was sitting there, I kept getting the 'eyes' from a cutie at a different table.
Oh, let's just say this table was full of cuties, an eenie meanie miney moe table. You know what I mean. So any set of 'eyes' coming from that direction were a-okay with me. Neighbor got up to embarrass herself with karaoke; "Eyes" asked me to join their table. Did I think about it? Hell to the no. I left neighbor's table, my new drink tab at her table, and sat with the boys. If you are counting, that is now 2 tables I have jumped paying tabs, eek!
The table I jumped to, had 4 cuties. None of them lived in Texas. "Eyes"'s were all about my breasts. It made me uncomfortable so I had to move seats, not table, just seats, placing me next to cutie, Brian. That is so his name because it's cute, we are not protecting innocents, today. So as the hours roll by and Neighbor has long gone home, the table of 4 turned to a table of 7; then a table of 10, before I knew it I was at a table full of 14 Vanderbilt alums.
Oh, you read, right: Vanderbilt.
That school keeps making a guest appearance each time I go out, lately. Coincidence? A sign? (which reminds me, there is news on the other cutie-also an alum from Vanderbilt; that knows Groomsman and before the 2 weeks were up--but we will catch up on that, later)
Still out of the 14, none lived in Texas. I was in Heaven.
Thank goodness, some of these boys picked up a couple of girls and I made friends with them--since they did live in Dallas. Word.
The night ended around 3AM. I passed out, woke up, dragged my hungover self to run a mile, and then headed to Waco...homework was obviously the last thing on my mind.