I had one hell of a weekend. Crazy night on Friday with some girlfriends. There are pictures, but I am pretty sure I need to get a release signed before I post them on the internet.
Yesterday, day of recovery. Frustration. Every single damn thing I tried to do yesterday got waylaid. Seriously... everything. Tried getting a new phone - Of course they were out, as every freaking geek in Arlington got there before I did.
Tried getting my eyebrows waxed, but my normal girl is on vacation. I went to a place that was recommended, and the woman seriously looked like Bert from Sesame Street.
Clearly I wasnt going to let her touch my brows. In fact, I left very quickly.
Last night, I was determined to spend the night at home watching Kevin Sullivans Epic Mini Series- Anne of Avonlea.. I swear. Got a call from a friend to join he and another at Front Page. Me, being of stellar fortitude and strength, quickly climbed out of my p.j.'s and threw on some trampy clothes and ran out the door. My night was unique to say the least.
This morning, I am basking in the glow of a good Sunday morning lay-in, when I get a call from one of my good girlfriends sobbing. Without even asking, I threw on some clothes, and ran out the door and drove over to her house. Turns out that she has had ENOUGH with her rat bastard man in her life, and needed to vent.
I had planned on working out, working on some CASA stuff, and working on my tan.
Instead, I watched Selena, took a nap, and am now listening to Neil Diamond sing "Sweet Caroline"
Proud of my weekend, let me tell you.