Chest wall contusion, anyone?

Drinking with your friends is all fun & games until you bruise your ribcage.

Hottie #2, her flavor of the week, Meesh (my awesome next door neighbor), J & I went to the Herndon festival last night to see the Legwarmers. They are an awesome 80's cover band. We were double fisting Shock Top having the time of our lives. When they were done we went across the street to Jimmy's Tavern. It's unusual for Meesh & I to get to go out on a weeknight due to kiddos & such so we weren't going to half ass this night.

We decide to do Irish car bombs in honor of Meesh, who is proudly half Irish.

And wouldn't you know Jimmy's was having 80's night? So, after a few hours of drinking & dancing, flirting with boys, flirting with girls, more drinking & more dancing I get knocked down by the Flavor. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I landed wrong & in one fail swoop the bouncer & the boys helped me up off the bar floor. Very embarrassing.

I continue with my night. It was a riot. I love my friends.

I woke up this morning with an ugly bruise on my thigh & a sharp pain on my side that feels like I'm being stabbed each time I take a deep breath. At first I thought I was just hungover, but after reaching for my laptop & screaming as I turned the wrong way I decided I probably needed to go the ER.

What do you say when you go the ER after a drinking injury? Too mortified to tell the truth I concocted a story about falling down the stairs. Snort.

One x-ray, urine sample & prescription for Vicodin later, I am resting at home.

Another wild night.

In an effort to show my cousin from Texas a great DC time, we enlisted in the help of our friends - Hottie #1 & Weiner. Every time we hang with them we just get stupid. Saturday night was no different.

We met the usual suspects in Georgetown. Weiner had docked his boat & was having a vicious crazy boat party. Hottie #1 had mentioned these to me before, but we had never been able to make it out. Now, I can see why they do this often.

First of all, blame it on the vodka. Para.

Second of all, J & I are nuts. And she was hot.

Third of all, well, cousin from Texas is a badass & that's all there is to it. All you have to do is scream, "Drink it like you're from Texas!" & she'll chug that bottle of vodka.

No Meg Stands that night, but plenty of good times & a lot less physical injuries. I actually stood on Mya's boat.



Too bad she had already left with Jordin Sparks.

Snort.

My life is insane & I'm insane because of it!

American Idol Bust

I am definitely an Adam fan. My entire family grew to love & appreciate Adam's sense of style... musically & otherwise.

Adam didn't win American Idol last night, but that's okay. That's not the big disappointment. He WILL be famous. Absolutely.

ADAM IS GAY!

Gay. Yes, gay.

Cry.

Sniff.

Pout.

I normally don't have a problem with a person's sexuality, but I have a big problem here. If Adam is gay then I have a zero chance in hell at scoring with him & let's just be honest... if he moves his hips that well on stage can you imagine how good he is off stage?

Sometimes life isn't fair.

But, rock on Adam! I usually have amazing gaydar, but for once I didn't see this & maybe it's because of my Adam fantasies. Now that I'm looking back on old interviews & shows I can TOTALLY see the gayness pouring out from under his black eyeliner.

Life Less Ordinary

Thoughtful Tuesday.

My friend, MJ, called me this morning. We don't talk very often anymore. She's a busy nursing student & I'm a busy, whatever I am. So, it was nice to chat this morning while we were both driving to work. She mentioned she caught up on my blog & wanted to make sure I was okay.

I assured her that I was okay.

So, I figured I should write something a little more positive so that I don't seem like some big, ol' Debbie Downer.

J'Michael (J's new name) is starting a new company. He's going through a lot & I'm not making his life any easier. So, I'd just like to tell the world (or 4 people that will read this blog) how proud I am of him. I know dissolving one company & starting a new one has been mentally draining, but he still comes home every day with a smile on his face. Well, a half smile. Okay, well at least he isn't screaming. Snort.

And here we are almost one whole year in to this tumultuous relationship & some days I'm in awe that we've made it this far. We've had more ups & downs than a roller coaster, but I wouldn't trade it in for the world. The day we sat in the back of his Tahoe with the children watching the fireworks & he brushed his hand on my leg, twice, I was pretty sure this was going somewhere. And, it did. And, it continues to go somewhere every day even if some days it seems like it's going to hell. Snort.

That was a joke.

So, to my darling... because cheese is good.

It's just another manic monday.

I did, however, get up & go to the gym. It was awesome. And I feel good because of it... even if I didn't get to the office until 11:30am.

We had a low-key weekend. Well, up until Sunday. It was the Spring Festival & our team had a table. My boss & I got in to a huge fight & for about 30 minutes I was sure I was quitting. I'm not making any money anyways. What would it matter? We smoothed things over, but I am really starting to think that I'm not in the right place. I know I'm in the right career. I love real estate. I just can't survive on not making any money at all. I DID pick up a 750,000 listing that I'm really happy about, but if it doesn't sell then I don't make squat.

So, I can't put all my eggs in that basket.

J & I are fighting a lot again lately. He swears it is all career related, but I'm not so sure. We usually have the same fights, repeatedly. It's nice to not come up with new shit to argue about because we make the old fights REALLY DRAMATIC. Seriously. Roll eyes...

There was a time in my life where I'd pack it all up & just leave, but I can't do that. And I don't want to do that... most days. Para. I do want to get to a better place. A happier place. A more stable, solid place. And, it is going to have to start with me.

I feel like a stale bag of Fritos.

Nothing tastes worse than stale Fritos.

I feel like the carbonation has been sucked from my Diet Dr. Pepper bottle leaving me with a flat, brown liquid that tastes almost like stale Fritos.

In other words, life's a little bland right now. I'm not in a bad mood, but I'm not in a great mood, either. Something is going on, but I can't quite place my finger on it just yet. But, my Jedi powers tell me that this is just the calm before the storm.

I just hope it isn't a shit storm.