Sister Soggy Tits

For a few hours there I thought my Friday night was going to be a complete bummer, ending with me bitterly tucking myself into bed around midnight, completely sober.
Luckily, the girls pulled through.
Somewhere around eight o'clock Em and Carrie called and requested to spend the evening with "Drunk Maria". Carrie pulled the birthday-girl trump card, so I had no choice... well, it's not like I would've put up much of a fight anyway. The whole day at work I was thinking about just how much I needed to kill a few select brain cells.
I am happy to report that I got 'em all.
I had never been to that bar before, and it wasn't anything special really, but we had a blast. I put away my first two drinks like a champ, and somewhere after my third ( I think), I noticed a familiar Asian girl wander in. It was Chanthamaly. I don't know if there's anyway of expressing how random it is that we both happened to end up at the same bar, so I don't think I'll even try. It was a pleasant surprise, though. We did a shot together (a double, and she beat me!), and drunkenly hugged and vowed to hang out more - since we do live in the same city now. We also took some pics with my camera phone and drunkenly text messaged each other (In fact I can distinctly recall being at Steak N Shake trying to text over a cup of chili. And I'm suddenly remembering something about some weird broad in that bathroom stall belligerently muttering to herself. I swear it wasn't me).
Other highlights from the bar include Eric demonstrating the "White-Man's Overbite" dance, leaving Emmy and me in tears... and Carrie looking some gawker right in the eye and screaming "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" The only part of the night that I don't remember well is the walk from the bar to the car, we just magically appeared at Steak N Shake (where Dawn tried putting her Skittles back in the candy machine, after she'd had them in the sweaty ass hand for a minute, claiming it would be a "bonus round" for some other lucky patron. Always check the machine before you put your quarter in, people).
Anyway, I'm guessing it was somewhere around 3:30 that I passed out on Em's sofa. I also spent Saturday with the girls, though I was "dirty" for most of it since I was the only sucker who didn't get to change at least some article of clothing before I got drug around Panera, the Sprint Store, and Trader Joe's. Yep, I partied, slept, and shopped in the same outfit. Talk about versatility. But after a brief crisis, I finally made it home and to a fresh change of clothes.
Em ended up staying for dinner, trip to CVS, and finally a Kill Bill Film Fest that didn't end til about 3am. Good times.
So, now it's Sunday and time to get back to the shit I'd managed to avoid for the last 36 hours. I could be sad that it's time to get back to the real world, but I choose to just be grateful for the break.