  this will be completely random. but i feel like typing, and writing. so here goes. my weekend was good. really good. i'm sure, considering saturday's post, this might sound surprising.
but shit, life is great. and overall, i'm in a good state of mind right now. so, friday night was the whole 'peace out' - 'check ya later' - 'it's been good knowing you' - thing. somehow, i grieved over it for a total of like 10 hours, 6 of which i slept through. i wore a bright red shirt to work the next day. so, i think that means i'm over it.
totally. fuck the 5 or however many stages of grieving. i had one stage. it was margaritas. and a boy from mexico city named david, pronounced da-veed. he is a beautiful specimen.
with eyes that make you melt, hair that makes you wet, and teeth that gives you goose bumps. seriously. here's how it went down.... i have this thing i do. this game i like to play, when i'm in a certain mood. in social situations, if i feel any level of physical attraction towards an individual, i tag him. he has no choice.
we will hook up. it's the taurus in me. i'm a vulture like that. very straight forward, very aggressive. my most recent victim, da-veed. he was our waiter.
and i was already feeling the benefits of my medicine, tequila. he soon was feeling the benefits of my medicine, too. it was no holds barred. after a meal of intense flirting and complimenting, my pseudo-niece left da-veed my phone number. it was in green crayola. with a picture of a stick person or some shit.
my pseudo-niece, by the way, was beside herself last night when i told her da-veed called me and that we ended up hanging out. she's 10. and already a successful match-maker. so we met up at a pool hall. i proceeded to dazzle him with my impressive ability to consume all varieties of alcohol in mass quantities. nothing woos a man like a girl that can hold her liquor (sarcasm intended here, lots of it). there was lots of staring, and sweet touches.
finally, at the conclusion of the night, there was kissing, then there was the admittance that he had a girlfriend. which wrapped up the whole kissing thing, because i am NOT that kind of girl. and he is THAT kind of guy. piece of shit. every sunday, my wonderful nicole has family night. her sisters and their significant others come over.
them, the three red-headed kiddos, the hubby and me gather round the table for some dinner. actually, during sex and the city season, we gather round the television for some fabulous viewing. last night, in addition to the chicken and rice and samantha's diagnosis of breast cancer, i consumed two bottles of wine. in williamson county. which happens to be the worst county in the whole wide world to drink and drive thru. i got pulled over.
i wasn't speeding, swerving, nothing. so, i'm pissed, and tipsy enough to feel really calm and relaxed thru the whole situation. he says he clocked me at 58 in a 40. i proceed to argue with him. he takes my license back to his car, where he spends 10 or so minutes doing whatever the fuck they do when they go back to their car. then, he walks back over to me, hands me my license, and tells me to be on my way. no ticket, no warning, nothing.
for those of you who know me, you know what a lucky bitch i am. i don't know how i end up in situations like this, or how i get out of them. but shit. i hope my luck never runs out. with my lifestyle, i need it. i have to conclude now.
i'm getting a haircut...FINALLY. i'm starting to look a little w.t. with my split ends and dried up nap. my commitment to growing my hair long is working out wonderfully. usually i cave about 4 months into the quest. but not this time.
about a year into it, and still just as committed as day 1. my hair gal will be so proud. i'm resilient. i've got the 'get over it' technique mastered. 
