It was not a ho-hum weekend. Actually, it was really rather eventful. Friday and Sunday most especially.
Friday night. My girlfriend's birthday dinner at Straits. Spent way too much money. Ate way too much good food. Had interesting conversation about "Bar Girls" with gentleman seated at the bar. Enjoyed myself immensely. Took pictures with Ludacris, Chris Bridges the owner, he looked rather tasty I felt like hugging him. Acted silly and playful, scored a CD from the DJ, called it a successful evening.
Saturday was a bust. A real bust. I won't even go into details. But suffice it to say, it was a bust.
Sunday. DJ from Friday night called and we spent the day together, talking about music, life, men and sex. In that order. Had way too much to drink, followed him to hotel room, slightly tipsy, let him go to 3rd base. May never see him again. Feeling slightly ashamed of my erratic behaviour so I am glad I may never see him again.
I just needed to get my mind off things, being, the debacle from last week. It was a good distraction. Waking up this morning was torture, still hungover, needed an extra strong espresso to alert me to the fact that it's Monday.
Wondering why I am extra horny these days. Must be the weather.
This is one of the pictures from my friend's birthday on Friday, the 12th at Straits. That's me in the yellow dress, trying hard not to hug Ludacris.
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