Happy belated 4th of July.
I celebrated this momentous holiday in a very boring and satisfying manner. Is it weird that I like boring things? Well, I guess I don't think they're boring, but it sounds boring when I talk/blog about it.
Bfff had a cookout at her house. Guests included myself, a friend from her church, and another friend. There were no fireworks or alcohol. Woot.
I am finding the more I drink the less I like it. I don't know what's wrong with me; I just don't like it. Maybe I would enjoy drinking if it didn't make me feel like I've been hit by a bus the next morning. Plus I have an extreme aversion to throwing up.
Anyway, we grilled hot dogs (a truly gourmet food) and swam, and I was once again painfully reminded of how much weight I have gained this past year. While Bfff and churchy were strutting in their teeny bikinis, I was hiding in my swimming outfit from 1910. This should provide motivation to work out and lose weight, but really it just makes me want to eat more food.
At least my boobs are bigger now.
Today we have a mandatory store meeting to prepare for the holiday season. It's July. Who is thinking of the holidays now?! These meetings are a sad attempt at getting the employees rounded up and on board the holiday express. We play games and have contests and I sulk in a corner, hoping nobody notices my lack of participation. Boo.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Birthday Bar
My birthday was on Wednesday, July 1. I am 22 years old. Why does that sound so much older than 21? I know that is something only the young would think, but it really does sound more...old. Not that I think I am OLD by any means. I have the amazing, wrinkle-free skin of youth to contradict that notion.
I went to a bar for the first time with my bffffff. And her mom.
There's nothing like going to a bar with the 45 year old mother of your best friend and watching her attract more attention than the two of you combined. She is pretty hot, even by 20 year old standards. I could tell she was enjoying the attention, but it was a little strange.
One man was brave (drunk) enough to approach our table and slur out some story about his friend who had his head shaved and his other friend who is 5 feet tall and couldn't see the message the first friend had shaved onto his head...
I sipped my margarita and tried to keep my judgemental thoughts carefully collected to share with bfff and hot mama later. I wanted to crunch his way-too-gelled hair between my fingers. I hate when hair is so gelled that you can see a person's entire scalp in-between the clumps of hair. He had good skin, straight teeth, a ridiculous tattoo of some sort of jungle creature clawing its way out of his shoulder, and the hots for some 45 year old mother of 2.
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A blog seemed like a good idea tonight. Most of my ideas don't last for very long; we'll see if this one holds out.
I went to a bar for the first time with my bffffff. And her mom.
There's nothing like going to a bar with the 45 year old mother of your best friend and watching her attract more attention than the two of you combined. She is pretty hot, even by 20 year old standards. I could tell she was enjoying the attention, but it was a little strange.
One man was brave (drunk) enough to approach our table and slur out some story about his friend who had his head shaved and his other friend who is 5 feet tall and couldn't see the message the first friend had shaved onto his head...
I sipped my margarita and tried to keep my judgemental thoughts carefully collected to share with bfff and hot mama later. I wanted to crunch his way-too-gelled hair between my fingers. I hate when hair is so gelled that you can see a person's entire scalp in-between the clumps of hair. He had good skin, straight teeth, a ridiculous tattoo of some sort of jungle creature clawing its way out of his shoulder, and the hots for some 45 year old mother of 2.
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A blog seemed like a good idea tonight. Most of my ideas don't last for very long; we'll see if this one holds out.
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