My weekend was pretty usual except a few things. I decided to follow trend and decorate my new bedroom in the hotel chic design everyone else is doing. Call me a sheep, I follow the herd. Oh well.
The project included me being stuck out at IKEA Frisco during the 'storm'. Frisco was not hit that badly and the weather was nice to me that there were no crowds. Which you'd think that the IKEA workers would be more willing and apt to help lone girls haul furniture out to their car. NOPE.
I loaded a bookcase, desk, chair, and 4 bags of crap into my cart and then my car all by myself.
It ain't just cheap furniture, apparently the customer service is just as cheap. What can you expect? It's IKEA.
The next day, I played Trading Spaces with myself and got down to work. The result was great, I'm really enjoying it. I'll take bets now that in 6 months I am so over the hotel look; but for now, it looks very mod and comfy.
That night we headed to my friend AP's BBQ.
I don't know if we have talked about this or not, but…I cannot mix alcohol and hard cheese. Together. Ever.
Since Incredible mixed me the strongest appletinis ever and AP was serving blue cheese potato salad (I know it sounds odd, but it was good), my stomach decided to go bananas.
How do lactose intolerant people do it? Do they just avoid dairy altogether? Isn't that impossible?
The next morning, hungover (and empty-stomached) I was ready to eat anything in sight. Saving his balls, Incredible took me to the diner ASAP.
I felt so bad because I had to flake on brunch club girls.
Seriously, there was no way my stomach would have survived until 11AM for brunch and then waited twenty minutes to sit down, then another twenty for everyone to choose a menu item; and then God knew how long for the food to be ready.
Because we all know when its brunch club, that means every girl and her friend shows up and we go from a group of four to a group of twenty.