i had a great day yesterday.
let me preface this by saying that this weekend was meant to be a girls' weekend with my friend jes. we'd had it planned for months, bought tickets to saturday's baseball game, and couldn't wait to just girl out. we haven't done that in months, and haven't had a sleepover in longer. then she and her boyfriend broke up last week, so she needed the visit more than ever. then friday morning, her car died on the way to work. so not cool. so no car, and with costly repairs, no cash for a bus or train here. fucking sucked. no girls' weekend.
but, life goes on. so i had tickets to the ball game and no one to go with, till krysta stepped up and asked if i'd take an iou for the ticket, in which case she'd love to come. done. we met up pre-game, had street meat from my favourite guy, and mocked my enemy who we walked past and pretended not to notice. our seats were good, and my favourite baseball boyfriend was playing first base, so i said a bunch of inappropriate things and all in all had a great time. post-game, we met up with a couple of friends who were there, watched some kiddos run the bases, then took off our separate ways.
i came home and got ready for the night. of course, i hated everything. i hated all of my tops. i've gained some weight back, and it shows around my middle. i am not impressed, but have no one to blame buy myself. anyway, i hated my clothes. i hated my makeup. i changed several times, and washed my face to start over. in the end, i was mostly satisfied, and figured that i could just distract from my not-quite-what-i-wanted makeup and little-bigger-than-i'd-like tummy by flashing lots of boob. pretty sure it worked.
around 8, joshua and i headed off to justin's bachelor party/roast. andrew was in a big panic about it earlier in the day and messaged me basically guilt tripping me into stepping up and saying something. the thought of it on such short notice and in front of so many strangers made me really anxious, to the point where, after worrying about it for a few hours, i messaged him back saying that i literally could not do it. he apologised later, saying that he was a total dick and there was no excuse for it. water under the bridge. he was obviously stressed about pulling this thing off, but everything turned out fine. everyone there had an absolute blast. the roasters varied between funny and incredibly awkward, but it was what it was. everyone had drinks and talks and love, and it was all over a great night.
we got home around 1:30 and had really great drunk sex. it had been a while since we'd even banged, and seemingly forever since we'd had a good round of drunk sex, so i was thoroughly pleased. afterward, i polished off some sushi that i'd had the forethought to bring home in the afternoon. so smart, that sober plange.
i'm spending today just chilling. with jes not here for the weekend, i don't really have anything to do today. we'd have surely gone out for lunch, and maybe done some shopping, but i'm not in the mood to do either of those things alone, and all of my friends are either working/busy or hungover from last night. i think i'll spend the afternoon reading, or watching the tele. dream big, guys. dream big. |
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