This morning (afternoon or whatever) was close to being catastrophic. I was inches away from getting into my first car crash. I was groggy and driving, and suddenly a car dived into my lane. There was no warning or anything, so I swerved while braking at the same time.
I thought about blaring my horn or giving the guy the finger, but the guy knows he fucked up... And nothing really happened ...so I'm happy.
I'm going to have to go to work in about an hour. I was too lazy this weekend to get my errands done, and so I'm getting everything done at the last minute. Right now, I'm anxiously waiting for my thermals to dry because it's horrible to work in a refrigerator without thermals. ...but they were just so dirty
This weekend was crazy, and this week is going to be intense.
Friday night, Sam, G and I went to a party. I was supposed to pick everyone up after work, but I arrived late because I lost track of time. We didn't end up at the party til after midnight. Sam was exhausted, but he is always willing to make sacrifices to socialize.
Our friend K turned out to be mysteriously wealthy. I didn't think she was poor, but we arrived at her place, and it turned out to be a goddamn mansion. When we opened the door to this mansion, streams of drunken beautiful women were dancing in the doorway.
My first thought was, 'do all these beautiful women have their own mansion?'
And then I felt guilty for being late to this party because G is a bachelor and this is obviously the kind of party you pick up a lady.
These lovely ladies were all especially fond of my bright pink coat, and whether it was bad or good, I seemed to have made an impression. I resisted taking off my coat and said it was because it was because someone might steal it.... But really I felt more awkward not wearing a bra.
I took my jacket off, and then the party started. ..
6 shots of fireball later, Sam drove me & G home. I recall some interesting and embarrassing conversations ..and then, I recall bed,.Sam says I was so drunk, I had trouble navigating the stairs. Poor Sam, I must have been a pain.
Anyways, of course I woke up with a hang over, and since all I ate before this party was a bowl of Marconi, my hangover was intense. Though 6 shots of fireball, it should have been worse.
I left my jacket at the party. I was told to pick it up from the mansion, but when I got there, there was nobody there. The lights were dark, and I could see my jacket in the window. The door creaked opened when I got near, and I quickly ran in for it, ..Luckily, I wasn't arrested.
So, I slept it off and started projecting on pysanka, a Ukrainian egg dyeing process. This whole process deserves its own blog post, but right now, I'm out of time. Hopefully, I'll get to it later. (It took me 4 hours to do one freakin egg!)
The rest of the week is going to be crazy. Thursday, during the day, I'm traveling with Sam for a tax appointment. I know I don't owe the government much because my total income for the year was below the poverty line. However, due to the Fire last year, I had to sell some complicated things that I don't have proper documentation for...So I'm going to go to a tax adviser and see if he the adviser flips out from stress...because I so desperately want to follow the law, but the law is complicated and outlandish..
On Friday, I'm going to a Intro to Rock Climbing course with the Mountaineers. (Fuck, I owe them money too).. I'm not prepared physically, financially or emotionally for this class..but since I'm already registered, I better just try it out anyway.
It might truly be awful. Or maybe by some small miracle, it will be fantastic.
no awful...definitely
awful.
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