Ok, it's true. I got a little too drunk Friday night. I actually - and this is the truth - have never been THAT drunk before. As Dave Attell would say . . I did not "black out" at all during the night. .but I did quite a lot of "time traveling." You know, first thing, I was at the bar, next I was outside, then I was in a car, next thing I knew I was on a bench at a new bar, and then I was safe and sound in Melanie's bathroom throwing up. (and how and when did I get this stamp on my hand??) I'm sure this was all quite pretty for my friends who were the ones that actually had to HOLD ME UP to get around to all these places. Yes, I have done my fair share of taking care of the drunk, and I shouldn't feel bad that I've now done it ONCE in my life. (little bro would be SO PROUD) :/ But as an ALMOST 32 year old. . I can safely say - I don't plan on doing THAT ever again (or at least until I forget how sucky the hangover was). I lost ALL of yesterday! I was throwing up, little headachy, couldn't find a comfortable position, always searching for the cold side of the pillow, trying to focus on the TV. . and Melanie ended up NOT hanging out with Brian - so we could have TOTALLY done something fun. . but no. . warmest day of Februrary, and here we sat INSIDE - in PJ's - watching TV and ordering IN.
Oh well. . . .today is a NEW day. . and I'm feeling good.
REFLECTION:
Before the whole drunken Friday night, I did have a PRETTY good day - I went to divorce court with Paul - and that whole thing should be over WITHIN 4 weeks! We were commended by my lawyer, and the judge for having everything taken care of before we entered the courtroom. NO fighting, no haggling. . . pretty much my lawyer read our agreement into Record. .. and we're on our way! Also - our house went on the market - and we've already had 3 showings! Keep your fingers crossed for a QUICK - yet profitable SELL! Would be a GREAT birthday present - to have a divorce decree AND a closing date set!
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Bangkok it is
So last weekend was a pretty intense weekend at the UNI International Teaching Job Fair. I and about 500 other teachers were running around as if we were on The Apprentice trying to land the "perfect" job. There were offers and timelines and decisions that needed to be make quickly. So after many phone calls to friends and family back home, I decided on Thailand. I leave in August and have a 2-year contract at an international school there. I don't think it's really hit me yet that I'm leaving for a long time. So right now my goal is to enjoy Minnesota and spend as much time with the people I love. And that's the plan.
I was already able to use the excuse "I'm moving out of the country" on a date that was about as funny as pocket lint. The sad part of it was that he thought he was quite hilarious. The waitress and I just didn't seem to agree though. I guess he was nice, but no spark. I don't think it's a good sign when I'm thinking about the Tuesday TV night line up that I'm missing.
On a better note I got a call from Tony, the ex that I ran into at the CC Club. We talked for over an hour, and then I e-mailed him when I came back from Iowa. I invited him to a little social we attended last night at the Red Dragon. We celebrated being single on the Valentine's weekend with wanderers punch. It didn't agree real well with Carrie as she ended up complaining to the driver to "stop moving the car" and, for the grand finale, puking in my toilet. Oh well - we had to cut the night short. But in Carrie's drunken state she did manage to forget my sweater in his car. I called to apologize about our obnoxious behavior, and now I'll have to see him again to get the sweater. Damn. Actually I'm hoping that I'll be able to make out with him as I could really go for some male companionship.
Oh, also funny was that one of the women at the party was a good friend of my most recent ex. She has known several females who dated him as well and have all come to the conclusion that he's "the gay." My feelings and doubts were validated - once again it was him, not me. 'Cuz it's never me.
- Melanie
I was already able to use the excuse "I'm moving out of the country" on a date that was about as funny as pocket lint. The sad part of it was that he thought he was quite hilarious. The waitress and I just didn't seem to agree though. I guess he was nice, but no spark. I don't think it's a good sign when I'm thinking about the Tuesday TV night line up that I'm missing.
On a better note I got a call from Tony, the ex that I ran into at the CC Club. We talked for over an hour, and then I e-mailed him when I came back from Iowa. I invited him to a little social we attended last night at the Red Dragon. We celebrated being single on the Valentine's weekend with wanderers punch. It didn't agree real well with Carrie as she ended up complaining to the driver to "stop moving the car" and, for the grand finale, puking in my toilet. Oh well - we had to cut the night short. But in Carrie's drunken state she did manage to forget my sweater in his car. I called to apologize about our obnoxious behavior, and now I'll have to see him again to get the sweater. Damn. Actually I'm hoping that I'll be able to make out with him as I could really go for some male companionship.
Oh, also funny was that one of the women at the party was a good friend of my most recent ex. She has known several females who dated him as well and have all come to the conclusion that he's "the gay." My feelings and doubts were validated - once again it was him, not me. 'Cuz it's never me.
- Melanie
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