I think my drugs have kicked in Folks. And if you think it’s not a big deal, try handling large amounts of cash and complicated transactions when your customer doesn’t know their account number75% of the time and your brain sometimes can’t remember your co workers name.
I can’t tell you how normal I felt. It was fairly awesome.
My goal was 5 miles at the gym and I did in fact run 5 miles. It felt great. Unfortunatey, the new machines have been reprogrammed. And now they shut off at twenty minutes. TWENTY MINUTES. *sowrong* So…this slow runner restarted twice. I was pretty frustrated by the end and have no photo to show except this quality piece that demonstrates the vast amount of machines we have at our disposal and what appears to be the smallest room. It’s not really as bad as it looks.
Remember S? She tried to kill me in this post. I decided to risk a night out with her. Sean and I headed out to Jazz @ Jacks with her and the boyfriend. Hers, not mine. Here is a rundown of our evening:
Really loud really amazing Jazz by these guys. They are called Dotsero. (So good, we bought a CD)
Round of drinks (to include Diet Coke for me and water for the table..)
Huh. Irish Car Bomb. Sure. Let’s all have one of those. (and water and water)
Better have a chaser. (and water and water)
A small bet that gets Sean to the dance floor.
Nope. I’m not lyin’.
Betcha thought I was lyin’.
oh. S is DANCING.
Now S is dancing.
oooh. hm. I wonder if that lady wants to dirty dance with S?
Vodka and Tonic (yep. More water)
1am. We shut the place down having danced, used the restroom more times I can count, laughed very very hard.
Dropped S and J off at their house and went to Village Inn for Cheeseburgers and fries. SO HUNGRY. I could die.
We got home at 2:30. Best night. So much fun.
I wish there had been chips and salsa and I told Sean I needed ear plugs. He said, “volume knobs?”. yes. S said that would be uber sexy. Whatever.
This morning I woke up early and had this:
Hello Darling. ~ *note She is NOT gluten free. sadness.