I've just been looking back at my entries.
I write a LOT.
We had SO much fun yesterday.
After work, my coworker Jason, Andrew, and myself all went to this cute little college pub for some food and beer.
I actually drank beer!
Anyway.
I had a beer and a half, and 2 whiskey sours (my favorite), and wings. Oh glorious wings. I'd been day dreaming about wings for weeks. Weeks. WEEKS. They weren't like the ones I'd been dreaming about (I'd been thinking about bbq wings, these were more spicy), but they were really good all the same. Crispy and spicy, they hit my craving and obliterated it.
Yummy.
And, oh frabjous day, the alcohol didn't make me feel ill (more often than not, one drink will make me feel nauseaus, not relaxed, which is why I rarely drink now), it actually did what it does for everyone else. I felt wonderfully relaxed and calm and cuddled. It was fantastic.
Listen to me going on about drinking like it's this new, previously unheard of thing.
Ah well.
But it WAS fantastic. Muscles relaxed that I didn't know were tense. I'm STILL more relaxed than normal. My shoulders are low. My tummy is relaxed. Life is good.
The bartender APPARENTLY checked me out, according to Andrew. I didn't see it, and I don't believe it. A fat girl in shapeless grey overalls, with huge bruising on one leg, is not my definition of attractive.
We stayed out until 10, which shocked us all when we looked at the time, because we'd only planned to hang out for a couple of ours.
Jason drove us home, and we went to sleep shortly thereafter.
I decided to skip my leg workout last night because of my knee. A knee that's all swollen and wierd should not be made to do lunges, extensions, or curls. Maybe in a couple of days.
So I'm in a pretty good mood today. It's my friday and life is good.
I write a LOT.
We had SO much fun yesterday.
After work, my coworker Jason, Andrew, and myself all went to this cute little college pub for some food and beer.
I actually drank beer!
Anyway.
I had a beer and a half, and 2 whiskey sours (my favorite), and wings. Oh glorious wings. I'd been day dreaming about wings for weeks. Weeks. WEEKS. They weren't like the ones I'd been dreaming about (I'd been thinking about bbq wings, these were more spicy), but they were really good all the same. Crispy and spicy, they hit my craving and obliterated it.
Yummy.
And, oh frabjous day, the alcohol didn't make me feel ill (more often than not, one drink will make me feel nauseaus, not relaxed, which is why I rarely drink now), it actually did what it does for everyone else. I felt wonderfully relaxed and calm and cuddled. It was fantastic.
Listen to me going on about drinking like it's this new, previously unheard of thing.
Ah well.
But it WAS fantastic. Muscles relaxed that I didn't know were tense. I'm STILL more relaxed than normal. My shoulders are low. My tummy is relaxed. Life is good.
The bartender APPARENTLY checked me out, according to Andrew. I didn't see it, and I don't believe it. A fat girl in shapeless grey overalls, with huge bruising on one leg, is not my definition of attractive.
We stayed out until 10, which shocked us all when we looked at the time, because we'd only planned to hang out for a couple of ours.
Jason drove us home, and we went to sleep shortly thereafter.
I decided to skip my leg workout last night because of my knee. A knee that's all swollen and wierd should not be made to do lunges, extensions, or curls. Maybe in a couple of days.
So I'm in a pretty good mood today. It's my friday and life is good.
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Date: 2003-04-28 09:29 am (UTC)whew.
all of my shapeless coveralls are green!
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Date: 2003-04-28 09:52 am (UTC)And you are definitely a woman. I still feel like a girl.
I *do* think grey is part of the defining of the "unattractive" part of my day yesterday, since it's all washed out and prison-like.
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Date: 2003-04-28 09:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-28 07:45 pm (UTC)