break-dance fighting As my father says, "It's a new day, the sun is shining."
As I say, "I drank 3/4 of a bottle of orange Pedialyte last night." It was kind of unnecessary to drink that much, I guess. I'm actually kind of pissed that I'm going to have to buy a new bottle before we go out tonight. Hassle.
Last night, we met a bunch of people at a local bar for $4 Martini Mondays. It's become something of a tradition. I was offered a job as a cocktail waitress at another local bar, because one of our law school acquaintances manages the place. I'm going to that bar tonight, just to check it out and see if I'd be interested in working there. After Martini Monday at Jimmy's, Florida, an ex-hookup of mine, and V (an Indian guy that JoJo and Florida are trying to make a future hookup of mine) hung out at the ex-hookup's place for awhile drinking wine before Florida and I came home. At home, Florida and I talked (mostly) about my intimacy issues, why I have to stop refusing to date anyone (because that's what I've done this entire year-- absolutely refused to really see anyone seriously), why I have to give people (boys) a chance, and why I shouldn't stress at work (um because I'm not getting paid).
Good times. The rasbertinis and white chocolatinis aren't making me feel too snazzy today, but it was worth it.
