Vodka is bad ....
So after my 12 hour shift i get home in hopes for some pillow time. I fall asleep almost instantly but only to be woken up at 9 .. just an hour and a half after falling to sleep. It was P to let me know that he would be in town and that he would love to go to the party with me. I was happy .. but told him to stop bothering me.... i was sleeping .. so after 15 minutes of text messaging he finally said goodnight and he would see me at 5. So off to dream land again .. for about 40 minutes and then i receive a text message from my ex husband to fill me in on life up north. I call him up and again i say .. "stop bothering me... babe .. you know what the best thing is about divorce.. i no longer have to care about your life.. i dont have to hear it .. or pretend to be interested in it... im tired.. let me sleep" he doesnt believe me .. he knows that i still love him even after marraige.. and i would die for my step daughter .. so any news about her effects me. after about 20 minutes of talking we finally hang up and i attempt to sleep. for about an hour .. in which another text message came through my phone waking me to fill me in on my other friends life.. woohoo ..
"im up .. im up" .. i say as i call him rather than try to spell shit out after only maybe 4 hours of sleep total.
Then i jump out of bed .. start to clean up .. shower... fix my hair and await my lovely P.
we are still not a couple but somehow with A out of the way .. i think we are getting closer. How weird.
At 5 i went to pick him up rather than wait for him to get a ride to go home from work drive 20 minutes to his house, pick up his car...and then drive another 30 minutes back to my house.. it takes me 10 minutes to pick him up .. and i hadnt seen him in a while. I was eager.
we get home and dont even mess with the bullshit .. we have just enough time for a quickie before the party .. so we got down to business.. (details on another blog)
When i say enough time for a quickie .. it was 530 and the party started at 7 ..
our quickie lasted till 640 .. i dont think P quite understand the concept .. but there are no complaints on my end .. i was a very satisfied woman.
So off to taco bell for a quick dinner and conversation and then to the party ..
it was great. In the mist of it he asked me out on a date. "What??"
okay i have known P for about 1 1/2 years. we have headed to ihop for midnight meals .. after a night of drinking .. apart .. we have never gone out on an actual date .. nor has it ever been an issue. We have done movie nights... but always at home. He has a dumb job that keeps him on call 24 hrs a day. So instead of making plans that will get broken we just hang at home. i have no problem with it... its rare that i ever get the chance to stay in.. so with him i enjoy the comforts of my living room. i think things work out well for us because we havent entered the dating part of our relationship. But here it is .. he wants to take me to dinner and a concert in two weeks. i didnt know what to say .. he then said he would make a trip to the store to get food to make me breakfast. "What?" your making me breakfast and you want to take me out on a date? wow .. i am impressed.
off to the party .. of coarse within two hours his boss calls there is a problem at the oil well .. they need to fix it before the rain comes in. He is pissed, i am upset .. and basically there is nothing i can do about it. Other than be a girl and bitch about it for 15 minutes. (yea thats about all i can take when i am upset) i bitch and moan, he says he is sorry and he is going to try to make it back during the week to make things up to me. (being a girl, the bitchest shit i could have said just came right out of my mouth) "why, its not like your my boyfriend, you dont have to make anything up to me"
he looks at me shocked. "you know your the only girl i am with, and if i had a different job i wouldnt have a problem making it official. i wont do that to you because i know my job sucks and its not fair to you"
i say, "wow... you know i just took this on a path i dont want to go on.. lets just talk about it later" im not the type to wanna be a bitch .. so i kiss him .. and i feel better ... well for a little bit. we sat and didnt talk for about 10 minutes.. he is pissed.. "hey ... look im a girl .. i say bitchy things.. im sorry. don't be mad at me about it" he says .. "im not mad at you .. i just cant believe that they called knowing that i was going to be with you... i told them i needed the whole day with you .. and they do this shit... plus i have known bigger bitches than you.. you are a delight even when you bitch at me." he winks at me. we kiss some more and i make jokes that finally get him laughing. the 5 drinks i had just downed kinda played a role in my feel good attitude.
so off to work he went .. and back to the party i went. Drank and drank.. till i was feelin really good. Then i ran out of parot bay... so on to the vodka. around 130 i realize that it is late and i have to work in the morning. and i think wow .. im drunk.
Vodka .. is bad .. especially when it follows a bottle of parot bay that you kill all by yourself .. minus two shots.
i woke with a headache and a stomach that was attempting to jump out of my body..
I'm hurtin.
"im up .. im up" .. i say as i call him rather than try to spell shit out after only maybe 4 hours of sleep total.
Then i jump out of bed .. start to clean up .. shower... fix my hair and await my lovely P.
we are still not a couple but somehow with A out of the way .. i think we are getting closer. How weird.
At 5 i went to pick him up rather than wait for him to get a ride to go home from work drive 20 minutes to his house, pick up his car...and then drive another 30 minutes back to my house.. it takes me 10 minutes to pick him up .. and i hadnt seen him in a while. I was eager.
we get home and dont even mess with the bullshit .. we have just enough time for a quickie before the party .. so we got down to business.. (details on another blog)
When i say enough time for a quickie .. it was 530 and the party started at 7 ..
our quickie lasted till 640 .. i dont think P quite understand the concept .. but there are no complaints on my end .. i was a very satisfied woman.
So off to taco bell for a quick dinner and conversation and then to the party ..
it was great. In the mist of it he asked me out on a date. "What??"
okay i have known P for about 1 1/2 years. we have headed to ihop for midnight meals .. after a night of drinking .. apart .. we have never gone out on an actual date .. nor has it ever been an issue. We have done movie nights... but always at home. He has a dumb job that keeps him on call 24 hrs a day. So instead of making plans that will get broken we just hang at home. i have no problem with it... its rare that i ever get the chance to stay in.. so with him i enjoy the comforts of my living room. i think things work out well for us because we havent entered the dating part of our relationship. But here it is .. he wants to take me to dinner and a concert in two weeks. i didnt know what to say .. he then said he would make a trip to the store to get food to make me breakfast. "What?" your making me breakfast and you want to take me out on a date? wow .. i am impressed.
off to the party .. of coarse within two hours his boss calls there is a problem at the oil well .. they need to fix it before the rain comes in. He is pissed, i am upset .. and basically there is nothing i can do about it. Other than be a girl and bitch about it for 15 minutes. (yea thats about all i can take when i am upset) i bitch and moan, he says he is sorry and he is going to try to make it back during the week to make things up to me. (being a girl, the bitchest shit i could have said just came right out of my mouth) "why, its not like your my boyfriend, you dont have to make anything up to me"
he looks at me shocked. "you know your the only girl i am with, and if i had a different job i wouldnt have a problem making it official. i wont do that to you because i know my job sucks and its not fair to you"
i say, "wow... you know i just took this on a path i dont want to go on.. lets just talk about it later" im not the type to wanna be a bitch .. so i kiss him .. and i feel better ... well for a little bit. we sat and didnt talk for about 10 minutes.. he is pissed.. "hey ... look im a girl .. i say bitchy things.. im sorry. don't be mad at me about it" he says .. "im not mad at you .. i just cant believe that they called knowing that i was going to be with you... i told them i needed the whole day with you .. and they do this shit... plus i have known bigger bitches than you.. you are a delight even when you bitch at me." he winks at me. we kiss some more and i make jokes that finally get him laughing. the 5 drinks i had just downed kinda played a role in my feel good attitude.
so off to work he went .. and back to the party i went. Drank and drank.. till i was feelin really good. Then i ran out of parot bay... so on to the vodka. around 130 i realize that it is late and i have to work in the morning. and i think wow .. im drunk.
Vodka .. is bad .. especially when it follows a bottle of parot bay that you kill all by yourself .. minus two shots.
i woke with a headache and a stomach that was attempting to jump out of my body..
I'm hurtin.
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