Baby's looking to get laid

I realize it's been days since we last spoke...

I had such a good time last night. Bunny and I headed down to Leslie's store party. Champagne was shoved in our hands. I tried to shop but started feeling guilty. It's not the time to shop for myself (besides I just spent $135 on a hot hot hot dress for me earlier that day) so we headed across the street to Pasta Pomadoro for some food. We both got really good entrees. It was raining while we ate and while we waiting for the J. We danced in the rain in the street. We made plans go to home get high, get some beer and head on out to a show at the Elbow Room with Parker.

I didn't have much to wear, so I threw on a black blazer with my sevens and a necklace sans shirt. My boobies were in top form last night. I wanted to show them off, but the person I wanted to show them off to wasn't there. Bunny went the ghetto route getting a tall cans of PBR and I went the Jamaican route, drinking a bit of the Red Stripe. Not only was I high, but I was getting drunk too. Wednesday night debachery couldn't get any better except that we found not only a pool table at the top of the stairs but a fussball table! Our one true passion. Bunny's eyes lit up like fucking sparklers. I played a game of pool with Parker, but sadly lost by 2 balls. My aims were good but being as obliterated as I was I lacked the power behind my shots to make the balls go anywhere, but really that is neither here nor there. Madelia went on, Bunny made her "noises" and shaked her ass. I wiggled a little, but wearing heals and being as wasted as I was meant I needed to have all the balance I could hold on too, the show was good though. Bunny and I both had to be up early for work so after Madelia ended we went home. It was around midnight. It was drizzling, but warm out for a December night. A block away from the bar I blurted out "the back of that head looks VERRRRY familiar!" and it was Mike! I could tell. He should have followed my ass home, I didn't even stop to say hello. BAD INEBRIATED ME! Oh but it gets even worse. I turned off my alarm this morning and wound up being a half hour late for work but you know, I could give a fuck.

My boss is out of the office until Monday so really what does it matter?

I can't wait until Friday! I'm afraid tonight might be a drunken debacle as well. What a wonderful week this is.