I never wrote about Happy Hour, except for, well this. But I promise, it was not nearly as frightening as I had thought it would be and no one turned out to be a serial killer. All is good. And DC Cookie is my chocolate martini friend. So, I thank you Kathryn, for calling my lazy ass out.
Work has been crazy and I fear that it will be this way for many years (I mean that literally). I spent most of Friday, banging my head with the telephone. I seriously do this on a regular basis.
Other than that, I've run a lot this weeke, been to two new restaurants, debated stalking a waiter at one of these restaurants (the Jury's still out on that one), gotten drunk at IndeBleu, and made plans for the birthday.
So I suppose, a semi-successful week.
Oh, and I also thought of evil things to do to the spawn of satan and to my ipod, which I may have to throw out the window if I have to listen to Dancing Queen, one more mother fucking time.
Maybe this week, I'll make my desk not look like the printer has thrown up on it and I will attempt to not eat an entire bag of Salt and Vinegar chips, as I've realized that my pantalones are a little snug (but I make no promises). Also, will debate whether or not to attend a party at a former crush's (I hate the word) house. Suggestions would be helpful.