People watching is fun...

Sitting at the bar is one of my favorite things to do, especially after a long night at work. It makes for the best people watching, and I love making friends with the bartenders. My friend, M, and I go to the bar behind work fairly frequently. Because of this we have learned to recognize certain faces. Sometimes we recognize them because they sit in our restaurant until last call and then it's up the hill they go until 3:00 am.

Over the past few weeks we've been having quite a fun time laughing about this particular girl who tends to hang on a new guy every time we see her. She's atrocious. I'm sure you all can attest to these kinds of girls/women. She thinks that shes hot, but little does she know, she's the source of our entertainment a couple nights out of the week. Usually she's so drunk she can hardly hold herself up. Her makeup ends up all over her face and her hair color is all wrong--just your typically skanky bar rat.

One Saturday night M and I ended up back at her place after a late night out. We didn't recognize a car that was in the driveway, so we just assumed it was one of her roommate's booty calls.

I slept on the couch. The next morning, I could hear M's roommate's alarm go off. I could hear some scurrying around, and the door opened. It was Skank-McGhee walking out of his room! I chuckled to myself and when she left I wanted to give D a hard time for having her stay the night, but I didn't.

It was too funny, though.

M told me a few days later that she has been coming over to the house to hang out. She asked if she should let D know of Skank-McGhee's skanky ways or if she should just be quiet.

That's a toughy. D isn't quite the innocent character here, so he may know of her skanktastic ways.

I say we sit back and get as many laughs out of this as we can.

I love other people's 21st birthdays

Ha. Well, tonight.. at midnight.. was a girl that i work with's birthday (yes, I know that sentence doesn't make any sense.)  Either way, I managed to get 2 drinks bought for me and I didn't even have cleavage showing!  So, a little intoxicated, here i am, blogging.

Christmas was fantastic.  Much needed time was spent with my madre and Classy.  Two nights "out on the town" one of which was an awful night at Hooters that I will later blog about.  

New Years was fun....until I drank wine, light beer, dark beer, and then Jager...and then...passed the F out.  As always, I rock at the alcohol choices.  My mother always asks me, "When will you learn?"  One day.. when someone isn't successful in convincing me that taking ANOTHER shot is a good idea, then maybe i'll learn! 

Happy Freaking New Years, though.

I start my last semester of my undergraduate career on the 15th, so I'll be living it up until then.  After that, it's back to the grind, unfortunately.

Love ya'll

Bad Blogger Bad.

Oh man. I'm so sorry. Life has been crazy.

California was f-ing amazing. Without it, I'm not sure I would have made it through dead week and finals.  Either way, the week before finals (dead week--which is supposed to be the week of nothing but ironically is the week that everything is due) was crazy.  So many papers etcetera were due.  Finals week wasn't so bad, but I spent the whole time working and cleaning my freaking house so that I could have TWO parties. Yeah I'm a  badass host.  Take that parties!  

Thursday night was a PJ party with the work people.  Too much drunkeness ended with Krystals.  If you don't know what they are you should.  Exactly the same thing as White Castle, but more incredible.  Just kidding.  I've never had White Castle.  Good party though.

The bf graduated Saturday... SCARY... grown-up time!  So of course, there was a grad party with a keg.  Good party.  Me and 15 other guys.  I'm a pimpess!!! Lots of drunken time.

Sunday, more drinking.  I love rummy (the game, not my nickname for Rum, just the game).  

Monday.  Work party.  Whoa.  Progressive Dinner and lots of alcohol.  Needless to say, I needed a ride home, 6 different types of alcohol----wine, champagne, vodka, beer, jack,vodka.  It was quite intense, but quite awesome the next day... cause NO HANGOVER!

So I immensely apologize for my absenteeism.  I've drank way more than I should, but had an awesome past 2 weeks.  My reader is on overloaded so much so I've started using a different browser.  There just hasn't been TIME! Curses.  

I promise more  blogging to come.  And this time, I promise, these aren't empty promises! 

I really plan on blogging more because it's such a stress reliever.  I definitely have catching up to do.  I hope that everyone's Thanksgiving was great... and I hope everyone's holiday season is fab too!!

Going home next week.  Get to see the bestest.  It's been so long...Woo!

Have  lots to update about the BF.  Hopefully starting serving after the holidays... money money money!  Working out more with a good friend from work...nickname later.  

Love you all!

Part Three

Phew. This is has been one long week!

Okay, so where did I leave off? Oh... the taking the pictures and not talking to her cause oh wait, she's a psycho bitch... thaaaaat's right.

So the first time I worked with her, I was cordial, but not super friendly. I smiled, but didn't ask her how she was. She approached me from behind and gave me a big hug while I was talking to someone. She said "I'm sorry." I said, "We'll talk about this later." I wasn't the bad ass that I said I would be and I didn't kick her ass or disown her in any way.

I was cleaning one of her tables and she came up and sat down with me. She said, "I didn't know until she told me, but S said that you had a panic attack of some sort after I sped away." I just kind of looked at her and was like uhh.. Yeah. She continued to apologize for lying to me and endangering herself and others. Her excuse... "I sobered after someone hit my... I mean WHATEVER happened to my car, happened." I just told her either way, she shouldn't have driven home and I shouldn't have given her the keys to her car and she's lucky that she's not dead/in jail/a felon.

That was it. I was quite mature about it. We talk casually at work, but I don't plan on drinking with her again. If someone invites her on another excursion, she's not allowed to drink. I can't take that drama again.

A couple days later she told me that she's been driving a rental car while her car is in the shop. It's something like $500 that she's going to have to pay because her insurance is going to cover it. Can we say Insurance Fraud??? She said that she picked every piece of bark and moss out of the car and it took her three hours.

Whatever bitch ass ho, you're so lame.

Forizzle?

Is it already the 7th? What the heck happened to August and the other part of my summer. I'm two weeks into school and already I have an entire list of homework crap that I've had to prioritize. I'm supposed to be writing a Sociology paper about Modernity and Tradition--can they survive without each other. I know. You're thinking, "Woo!" So yeah, supposed to be 3-5 pages, will probably be 3. I kind of have to finish it before I go to work tonight, so I'm procrastinating.... that always gets the job done! :)

Thanks for the responses on the gender perception! I totally agree with all 3 of you!! I'm interested in what the rest of my classmates talk about next week when we discuss this topic. If it's anything like the online discussion forum that we've had, the discussion in class will be LAME. Teachers who really know how to direct discussion are few and far between.

Last weekend was the biggest Labor Day fireworks show in the South! Classy, Diva, and I went to stand amongst the crowds for an hour and a half until the big show started! Afterward, we went to the bar that we love and spent too much money. Nothing but pure relaxation.... and some karaoke watching. A few more beverages and I would have been up there singing "No Scrubs" or some other ridiculous song. We had a blast even though I didn't get to participate in the karaoke festivities!

Has anyone heard of someone asking for their chicken mid-rare before????? Well, last night was a first for me. While working, a particular server came up to me to explain how her table, who had an IQ of ZERO combined, asked for their chicken mid-rare. Besides being illegal, she explained how they can't do that because of salmonella. "You mean you can't cook that any other way?" the lady with the southern drawl asked. Um, no. For real??? A. the server told me that she seriously thought she was being Punk'd. People never cease to amaze, ya know?

Off to finish this paper, I suppose I have procrastinated enough and I'm out of stupid stories to tell! Except for this.....

There's this guy at work, not Sir Jerkoffalot, but another guy who used to live with Sir Jerkoffalot. He recently got kicked out of his house and had to move somewhere else, but that's besides the point. He's a complete loser, sells coke, I'm sure of it, and is a whore. For some reason he thinks he can touch any female in the place, which is kind of surprising because everyone thinks that he's quite homosexual (which isn't a bad thing, but this guy can get laid at a snap of a finger and isn't attractive one bit---I don't understand guys like that.) This is the same guy I punched in the throat a few months ago. He told one of my friends that she looked pregnant. Um.. walking up to a girl and rubbing your hand on her belly asking when she's due is sure to get you punched. Okay, I was drunk, so the punch wasn't in the arm like it probably should have been. My inebriated self punched him in the THROAT. Oh he was pissed. At a later drunken date I apologized. Last week I successfully punched him again. This time in the arm. This time no alcohol. Dude grabbed my boob. Yeah. My boob. As quick as he grabbed I punched. He was all, "Roxie, that hurt.. wahhhh", I'm all like, Don't fucking touch me again, Douchebag. Next time it'll be the face. Hopefully, he's learned his lesson. Hopefully.

As I leave you with that story, I hope you all have a fabulous Sunday afternoon. Enjoy the football and think of me while I'm at working bussing tables and attempting to be nice to the people who walk in the front door! :)

Imma buy you a drank...

So my stay at home was a little longer than expected. After having the lazy bastard in my house for half of my summer, I was desperate for some time with all of the people whom I love and who love me. Not that the boyfriend and all my friends here don't love me, but there's something about spending time with your mother and your best friends that takes you to your happy place.

I got in town Sunday afternoon. My mom took me to a nice dinner like she usually does when I'm in town. Kind of a ritual now, I suppose. It's always a good opportunity to tell her everything that's in my head, because she's the only one that will listen to me talk all day long if I want to.

That afternoon Classy and I decided that we would go out later that night for adult beverages and other such debauchery. After searching for a cute outfit to wear and departing to prepare our beautiful selves for the evening ahead, we (Classy, Diva (Classy talks about her in her blog) and Classy's Bf) met.

Side Note: Classy and I are neighbors in our hometown. Yes, we grew up across the street from each other and rode to school together throughout high school. This is probably where the withdrawal comes from when we don't see each other. We saw each other non-stop back in the day. Back in the day... haha.

Anyway...We left to go to our new favorite bar. We started off the evening with shots because our friend "Ditsy" (Classy dubbed her this) was meeting us for adult beverages too. We can only handle her in small doses. Everyone has people in their lives like this, right? Well, either way, we had to get some liquid-deal-with-ditsy in us before she got there.

So, a Washington Apple, Royal Flush, and our respective drinks and it wasn't even like we had skipped a day seeing each other. Gotta love friends like these. For me it was a double Jack and Coke night. It was also a night of requesting ridiculous songs on the Juke Box. T-Pain anyone? Usher? Loooove it.

Oh how I love home. Maybe when we're grown-ups one day we'll live in the same town again.

The next day the trouble came. Took my car in for an oil change and came out with $500 in work (that my fantastic mother paid for) more than 24 hours later. I was suppose to go back to my other home Tuesday and that didn't happen. But I'm back now!

Start school on Monday... Wooooooo, but good news is.... I get to see Classy and her Bf not this weekend but next! Hoorah!

Hung Over As Hell

Here we are at 3:30 in the afternoon and I'm STILL hungover from last nights festivities.

I have a new found friendship with my bosses wife, J. She's awesome. She's 32 and has 3 kids and doesn't even look like she's had three children! So when my boss asked me to take her out for a drink last night because she was exhausted and had a shitty day at work, I was like Sure! So I left work at about 10:30 to go home and put something on that didn't smell of fried food and then went to go pick her up.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that our most frequented bar is the one behind our restaurant, it's convenient that's for sure. This is the bar we chose to sit our asses at until 2:30 this morning. 4 Gin and Sprites, and 3 shots later.....The boyfriend has to come pick me up. Since my last shot was at 2:15 right before last call, I was STILL getting drunk when I got home.

We had a blast though... J told me stuff about my boss that I probably shouldn't know, her brother came and contributed to our drunkeness by giving us another shot (SoCo and Lime), and little by little work people started showing up just in time for me to go home!

I was supposed to work tonight but there is no way in hell I'm going. I called in at 1:00. After hanging on the toilet for dear life all morning I can't work until 2 tonight. There's just no way.

So I hope your day is better than mine. I'll probably crawl back in bed to sleep more of this off. :(

No Apologies

I make none. I'm blunt and honest. Sometimes brutally honest, but hey, if someone isn't who will be?

The sole purpose of this blog is to be frank about the goings ons of life, that I can promise you. I'm a twenty somethings girl and have a love for life and here will reside the stories of what happens when the sun goes down.

No worries, I will not try to be a Carrie Bradshaw knock-off. I have no sex advice. I'm hours away from my best friend. I have a steady boyfriend whom I live with (which could make this anonymous blog thing interesting). I have 1 more year of college left and then off to grad school--- eeeek. I have a love for shoes, purses, clothes, good food and company. I work in a restaurant and probably drink too much because of it!

People you should know that I will talk about frequently are:

Classy Stiletto-- aka best friend who lives too far away. We've grown up together and share pretty much the same views on everything. No matter how many other friends come and go, she's one that I could never get tired of or lose contact with!
Classy's Long-term boyfriend-- he's pretty much your all-american guitar playing, heavy metal, head banging kinda guy.
My boyfriend-- I'll probably give this guy all sorts of nicknames some kosher and others not depending on the mood of the day! I love him with all my heart. He wishes he could be a full-time student. He's your modern day hippie kind of guy I suppose. He showers. :)
My mom-- She's an absolutely amazing woman. She's young and not your typical mom-type. She cusses a lot, consequently so do I. I'll probably mention her at some point.
Biologist friend-- she's a rock. She and I have many campfire nights in her back yard where we drink too much homemade wine and/or margaritas and talk about all the things your mother doesn't want you to know about or talk about.

This is my life. Grab your favorite beverage and enjoy!