This weekend, however, I booked myself solid. For two reasons: 1) I do kinda hate being bored; and, 2) I have to get out into the world, diversify, have something other than work/twitter to look forward to.
Friday night I went for drinks with coworkers. My friend / former boss
Imagine my delight when we stopped at the beer store and I. GOT. CARDED.
Carded, people. Like, as if I was 18 or something.
And then I laughed hysterically like a serial killer off her Ritalin for at least five minutes, thoroughly humiliating myself and my friend / former boss.
I continued to giggle all the way to the bus stop. "Oh, Hubby will be so glad I bought him Guinness!" And then I looked at my friend, and then into my bag, and then at my friend, and then into my bag...
Him: "Fuck. I'll wait here. You run!"
Dammit. I had to run all the way back to that damn beer store to pick up the beer I was so blatantly gleeful about that I then FORGOT ON THE COUNTER.
And then I ran back.
And then I couldn't breathe for 20+ minutes.
The rest of the weekend was in some ways an improvement from there.
Saturday I waited 32 obnoxious minutes for my optometrist, who was EATING LUNCH.
But then I had dinner with my amazing friend LB and played with her two adorable babies. I also cuddled her drooling cat, which is always a highlight for me. But then our outing somehow caused the end of the world because her babies got fevers which can only be blamed on me.
Sunday required a drive out of town for my best friend. I'm her MAID (don't ever say matron) of HONOUR (don't ever say disgrace) and we went to a bridal show and lunch. It was super fun and I even got Christmas/birthday gifts INCLUDING wine and peanut M&Ms, so there.
Sunday night I studied for my French test which I later decided to delay until Thursday because I'm stupid. Also, I'm unproductive because I spend way too much time laughing at crap like this:
Only you, my dear readers, will not judge me for my childishness here.