So, one of those "wow this only happens to me" moments happened again over the weekend. The whole weekend was slightly entertaining so let me break it down for you.
Friday: I get off work, go home, change into some comfy but cute clothes and head out to a friends house. It was my friends birthday so we had a little get together. We started drinking at 7 and played music and a couple of drinking games. I had a blast and was home by midnight.
Saturday: I went to the colleges, I attended and now work at, baseball game. I was not prepared for the roasting that was about to happen. No, I am not talking about how bad our team beat the opposing team. I am talking about the roasting of my skin. My entire body was burnt by the time I left there. (I now have a beautiful tan but geez it hurt.)
I had to leave the baseball games a little early to get ready. It was another girlfriends birthday on Saturday. We go to Buffalo Wild Wings have some drinks, wings, and really a great time. When it was time to leave, no one was quite ready to go home, except the birthday girl. SO we continued her party without her. The first bar we tried was a bust. We get there the door guy was rude and no one under 50 was there. We walked in and walked out. We decided to try out another bar, keep in mind it's like 9:30 at this point. We go to the 2nd bar and there was 2 other people there besides our group of 5. We say the hell with it we are partying anyways, order drinks, and start playing a card game. Yes, we played Cards against Humanity while at a bar, you can judge me if you want. We stay there for about an hour then everyone was ready for bed, except for me and the girl with me.
We decided to go to a country dance bar. Talk about a good time. We had probably 5 rounds of drinks bought for us and danced all night long. We shut the place down. As we drove home, we watched the sunrise. Thats how you know it was a good night.:)
Sunday: I wake up at 11:00, hungover as shit. I had a wedding shower to be at by 2:00. I had to shower, get food, and a present before 2:00. By the way, the best hangover food and the only thing I can eat after a wild night is a McChicken from McDonalds. I think I have mentioned this before but my biggest pet peeve is running late. I was 40 MINUTES late for this wedding shower. How embarrassing. The shower was great and my gift, (Mr. & Mrs. Coffee mugs), was the grooms favorite gift. However, I had to pretend to not be hungover because I was some really morally correct and good people.
I am going to try to give you a short version of what happened next. I go to head home and hit a pothole downtown of a city nearby. No big deal, I hit potholes all the time. Well this was the daddy of all potholes. My car starts shaking when I get to the stoplight. I pull into a parking lot and basically have a panic attack. My car won't start and have to call a tow truck. Keep in mind this is Sunday so no mechanic is open. Tow truck tows me to a mechanic and I have to leave it there over night.
Monday: I stay with a friend that lives in the town I was stuck in. We wake up Monday morning at 8:00 am to talk to the mechanic. This mechanic looks pretty sketchy. We are there for 45 minutes and he comes back and tells me its my fuel pump and is going to cost me $1100. WHAT. Something was telling me not to believe him so I drive my car to another mechanic 0.5 mile down the road. The other mechanic said if it was the fuel pump there was no way I would have been able to drive. So glad i went with my gut feeling. They keep the car for two days and call me and say they can not figure out whats wrong with but apparently now it runs fine. So now I am buying a new car this weekend because who knows when it will screw up again.
My lesson learned? Do NOT take potholes lightly and it's not always a good idea to shut a place down.
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Cat-called, cat eyes, and actual cats.
This post is inspired mainly because I got a kitten. However, I would like to talk about these other cat things first.
Cat-called.
I am sure every woman and some men have been cat-called in their life. The definition of cat-call in urban dictionary is; When a guy gives the whistle or yells at a baby-doll for the purpose of getting attention and in hopes of a future hookup. This is usually done out of the window of a car. Typically a Pontiac Firebird, or Camaro.
Cat-calling can be very annoying, but if an attractive enough person cat-calls you it can be flattering. I have cat-called men before, especially if there is alcohol involved. When it comes down to it, I think this is somewhat disrespectful. A man or woman should approach the opposite sex to let them know they are attractive instead of yelling it across room. This is not only embarrassing but can be very degrading. Considering that Urban Dictionary says "in hopes for a future hookup" then maybe I am reading to far into because hookups are pretty degrading. Opinions?
Cat eyed.
When I think of cat eyes, I naturally think of eyeliner. Everyone loves a good cat eye, especially on a night out. I think I may over use the cat eye but there are very many versions. The most common cat eye technique I use is where the eyelinerr just barely extends past the eye lids to a point. A night out on the town, I will definitely use a more extreme extension and point.
Actual Cats.
Those who know me know that I am NOT a cat person. Everyone knows I love dogs, especially little froufrou dogs. However, my sister got a kitten a couple of months ago and I fell in love with her. She is such a diva and thanks she rules the house. I have been really wanting a dog but with my work schedule, I just don't have time or energy that dogs require.
Even though I fell in love with my sisters cat, I still didn't want one for myself. However, one day my mom found a lady selling long haired domestic kittens for less than $100. This is VERY rare. Long haired domestic cats can't normally be found for under $300. So, my mom talked me into getting it.
I have had her for 3 days now and I fell completely in LOVE. She is the perfect little kitty and companion. She is white with bright blue eyes. I have now became a cat person, kinda. Only if they are diva, expensive, cute cats LOL.
Cat-called.
I am sure every woman and some men have been cat-called in their life. The definition of cat-call in urban dictionary is; When a guy gives the whistle or yells at a baby-doll for the purpose of getting attention and in hopes of a future hookup. This is usually done out of the window of a car. Typically a Pontiac Firebird, or Camaro.
Cat-calling can be very annoying, but if an attractive enough person cat-calls you it can be flattering. I have cat-called men before, especially if there is alcohol involved. When it comes down to it, I think this is somewhat disrespectful. A man or woman should approach the opposite sex to let them know they are attractive instead of yelling it across room. This is not only embarrassing but can be very degrading. Considering that Urban Dictionary says "in hopes for a future hookup" then maybe I am reading to far into because hookups are pretty degrading. Opinions?
Cat eyed.
When I think of cat eyes, I naturally think of eyeliner. Everyone loves a good cat eye, especially on a night out. I think I may over use the cat eye but there are very many versions. The most common cat eye technique I use is where the eyelinerr just barely extends past the eye lids to a point. A night out on the town, I will definitely use a more extreme extension and point.
Actual Cats.
Those who know me know that I am NOT a cat person. Everyone knows I love dogs, especially little froufrou dogs. However, my sister got a kitten a couple of months ago and I fell in love with her. She is such a diva and thanks she rules the house. I have been really wanting a dog but with my work schedule, I just don't have time or energy that dogs require.
Even though I fell in love with my sisters cat, I still didn't want one for myself. However, one day my mom found a lady selling long haired domestic kittens for less than $100. This is VERY rare. Long haired domestic cats can't normally be found for under $300. So, my mom talked me into getting it.
I have had her for 3 days now and I fell completely in LOVE. She is the perfect little kitty and companion. She is white with bright blue eyes. I have now became a cat person, kinda. Only if they are diva, expensive, cute cats LOL.
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