I saw Des and her baby last night. To tell you the truth, I'm pretty impressed that an 11 month old can respond with almost as much intelligence as most of the 21 year olds I know. Raeleigh could make faces and got the biggest kick out of doing anything to make us laugh. She's a total doll. And to Des: You did good, kiddo!
So last night I was supposed to give Jason's exgirlfriend a ride back to her car because it was in the shop. She bought this really nice Mitsubishi Eclipse about 3 weeks ago and I've been fiending to get a ride in it anyway so I didn't think too much about going to pick her up. Once J. got over the fact that I really am gay and I really wasn't going to steal her boyfriend from her we got along just fine anyway. Well, turned out that Jason made it back to the office with enough time to go pick J. up and take her to her car. Later last night, I guess, J. went to a bar and had herself a grand ol' time. To make a long story short, the guy that she chose to give her a ride home also decided that it would be a great idea to take off with her car. J. woke up this morning and everything was gone. Car, purse, and cell phone. Umm... ouch? I guess that a lot worse could have happened. Sometimes I wonder if girls think.
Tomorrow my baby brother turns 16!!! Happy Birthday, Drew!! I'm not too sure how I feel about the how "getting WAY older" thing but it doesn't seem that bad so far. I'm learning a whole lot about myself and the people around me so I guess that's all that matters.
Hip Hip Hooray for Olive Garden! Yumm...
I'm trying to figure out whether or not it's a good thing to be in love with two people at the same time. I wonder, really, if that's even possible. I also wonder if I'll ever become better at having relationships with the people that I date. Can I get a big "Hell NO!" for the word Commitment?
Okay, so I'm being random. I've had a ton of stuff going on today and no time to sit and make sense of it all. I'll have to leave on a happy note, though, with the joke below:
11 Tequila Shots
A guy is at a bar talking to the bartender. The discussion goes on about the most shots of tequila in a row ever done in the bar without throwing up. The bartender tells him that the record is ten straight. The man laughs and says, "I can do that, no problem." So the bartender sets up 11 shots on the bar for the man. The man looks, laughs and quickly downs all 11 shots in about 5 minutes. Everyone in the bar watches in anticipation waiting for him to throw it up but he doesn't. Eventually, he staggers out the door and gets into a cab. The next evening that same man comes back to the bar looking very worn out, and orders a ginger ale. The bartender looks and him and says, "What, no more tequila? " The man looks up and says, Not for a while my friend. You see, when I got home last night, the room started spinning and I blew chunks." The bartender says, "Blowing chunks is not that bad. Most people who drink that much usually throw up." The man replies, "But you don't understand. Chunks is my dog!"
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That's for anyone who's ever had a Straight Tequila Night!
~M.
