Weekend update.

Friday.

Drove to Bill's. We went out to dinner. Where the fuck did we go again? OH! Right, Benitos or something. I had cheese ravioli in their vodka sauce which was SO nommie. I was very tired. I apparently cracked our waitress up. My humor is high when I am running on little sleep.

Went back to his place and we proceeded to punish our livers with as much mead and wine as we could. We got through 4 bottles. Jim got there around 11 and helped with that fourth bottle, but we still pretty much killed them ourselves. Let us talk polluted. Not St. Patty's day polluted, but still.

Saturday.

Woke up. Cried. No, just kidding. ;) Went to faire. Sold a whopping FOUR effin roses. They closed faire. Then, it MONSOONED. Went back to Bill's. Napped. Went out to dinner. Napped.

Sunday.

Went to faire. Apparently, I was having a fantastic boob day and no one could keep their hands/faces/etc off of them. Or the comments. Huzzah. Got petted a lot. Sold 36 roses. Woo. Saw a very pretty boy who remembered meeting me, and I had NO idea that I'd met him. HA. I think my memory is going. Had a TON of energy for some reason. Very strange, if you know me ;)

Today. Today I am tired. Going out tonight though, cause well. You can sleep when you're dead.

OH my god my boss. NO MORE CAFFEINE FOR YOU OLD MAN.

I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down...

We got the empire, now as then
We don't doubt, we don't take reflection
Lucretia, my direction, dance the ghost with me...

OH MY GOD!

HOW COULD I FORGET!?!

I saw fucking AUTUMN yesterday! The old downstairs Q's bartender from back in the day!!

She's doing GREAT. She was up here visiting her family and whatnot. She's married to a military man, and having a baby around Christmas! Little Abigail! *dies* I pet her bellie :D

I was doing a delivery to Ploughman's Pub, and I was standing there, and she walks up to me and goes "Is your name by chance, Nicole?"

And I was like "....Yes? AAAHHHH!!!! AUTUMN!?!?!?!" and proceeded to LOSE MY SHIT.

She was my favorite bartender cause she could make up these fucking EVIL DELICIOUS SHOTS OF AMAZING. And she like, never charged the right price for us. She adored us. Or she'd experiment on us and we'd be all crippled for $20 of tipping.

THOSE WERE THE DAYS!!!

But yeah. That was fucking amazing seeing her. :D

We were SO SAD when she left. That party was fucking sick.

Dayum

I just went through a shit ton of pix from the VMA's and realized.

I am old.

I know damn near no one.

For every one name I recognized, there were about 5 I was like "who the fuck is THAT?" about.

At least LL Cool J is still hot.


*sigh*

Old.

ETA: HOLY FUCK IS THAT SLASH!? So it fucking is. HA.