Ok, let's see, Friday i wandered around Target all night in the company of my Mother. it was a blast. Really. Oh, fuck it, it was painful, terrifying, and, sadly, fruitless.
All this while Angel and Gloria went out to Deep Friday. Its normally 10 clubs for $10, kind of a pub crawl, but this one was 8 for $5 and they were all dead. They came home early.
Saturday was supposed to be Angel's company Christmas party but he bailed at the last second and we went to Louis' house for a little party. i can't, for the life of me, figure out WHAT we were celebrating, but hell, it was FUN! Abby did a drunk entry for me as i thought it'd be funny at the time. Yeah, so i was pretty smashed at that moment, too, but we were giggling so hard we could barely breathe. The Official Mr Sweet and Sexy showed up and boy-oh-boy, you girls really need to line up just to be interviewed for his hand in dating! That is, if i think you are good enough to be taken out by him . . . i dunno about YOU - tuck in that shirt! Shorten that skirt! COMB YOUR HAIR!!!! Maybe i'll let you pass . . .
We all got toasted and had a good time, it was a wonderful evening, truly - no one throws a party like a crackhead or two!
Sunday i was feeling crappy - too much smoke, not too much drinking. My throat was killing me and i couldn't talk so i stayed home and did laundry. it was oh-so-exciting.
Monday was DragonWood for dinner and today was El Fenix. Then i did some shopping for my secret Santa recipient and i think [person] will be pleased! i had a giggle picking out some of the things i got but overall, i was in pain and stressed by all the people out shopping and simply wanted to get out of there.
confessed on Tuesday, Dec. 10, 2002