Tequila Shots and The Red Eye

so i’ve been slightly down and out lately… the bills are stacking up and i’m barely keeping afloat and by barely i mean i just don’t have any “fun” money.  so friday night i spent at home – not such a good thing for the single depressed woman; it did give me a chance to do some online dating and at least i got plenty of sleep.  i will tell you this though – did i ever need it too because on saturday i made up for any lack of partying i’ve been falling behind on. just put it this way, patron tequila needs to removed from my diet. it all started like this:

the scene – me sitting on the couch, drinking an iced tea wondering what, of my not so many choices, to have for dinner. g, the roomie, comes home, changes out of his regular style of clothing into his, as i like to say, “fancy” clothes, makes a drink and sits on the opposite side of the couch.

me: you’re looking “fancy” tonight.  jeans, layered t-shirts, and am seeing your shoes correctly? are you actually wearing shoes and not vans or flip flops? what’s the occasion?

g: i’m meeting cornbread (that is actually his nickname) and s at the sbc (bar).

me: and you’re dressed this way because…?

g: because i’m tired of being single; i’m going to try to meet a girl tonight.  i want a girlfriend so i can be miserable in a different kind of way.

me: (laughing) good luck.  when are you guys going over there?

g: i’m going to meet them as soon as cornbread calls; he’s gonna call when he’s on his way but fucking s takes forever to get ready.  she has to do the whole thing, hair, make-up, etc… why do girls do that just to go to sbc? my ex used to just put on a hat.

me: well you definitely sound ready for a girlfriend. are you guys going anywhere else or just staying there? if your just hanging there i might join you and spend some money that i don’t have.

g: you should come; i’ll buy you some drinks. besides i’m getting impatient, if you come we can go now.

me: alright. lets go.

okay now mind you, i hadn’t eaten dinner.  so we head across the street, walk in, and head to the bar. i order a patron margarita and he gets a beer.  as the drink is being poured i notice the large amount of booze going into my glass and think, oh well, i’m not going to have many drinks so it’ll be okay.  ha, i laugh at this now.

okay it was. g bought me drink after drink.  we had lots of laughs and conversation, and when we finally stood up to leave, i swerved my way out of the bar and swerved as i walked home too.  i think g’s words were “you look like a rattlesnake walking front of me with all that swerving”.  we laughed as i swerved into the apartment and climbed into bed.  i had minor spins but they went away soon enough. 

now the one thing about going to bed so loaded is that for some reason i always wake up really early. it kinda sucks to wake up so early on a sunday too because the hangover was in full force but i just couldn’t sleep anymore so i instead flicked on the t.v. and thus began my day of tears.  ugh!  nothing is worse then being hungover and watching sappy movie after sappy movie. 

the sunday specials:

1. hope floats (i will say though that harry connick jr. is great on the eyes)
2. steel magnolias
3. where the heart is
4. p.s. i love you
5. terms of endearment

i mean really why would a t.v. station play all these in a row?  seriously, they should at least put a warning up…

“we are going to play 10 hours of sad chick flicks so remove all knives from the kitchen and ropes from the garage”.

now i’ve said in the past that i’m sucker for these so as you know i of course had to watch but i’ll tell you this,  my eyes were red and puffy for the whole day sunday and well this morning i woke up and they were swollen shut and blood shot. i guess watching movies made me cry more then the norm because they and the night before reminded me of just how single i am.  you know what though, i’ve decided it was worth it. sometimes we need a good hangover from drinks and laughs and a good cry from numerous sappy movies in a row.