In which I stayed up way too late for a school night.

Becca picked me up after work last night. We stopped by her place briefly, then went to Mr. Ed’s for some fries (and to brainstorm about her new career path. That was really the point of getting together).

On our way home, we stopped at Barn Disease. Then we went to the Green to meet a friend of hers. Then we went back to Barn Disease. And then we went to the Blue.

We drank a lot, for a Thursday night. (And I ordered and ate nachos at midnight! Gah! Yesterday was a total wash in terms of calorie restriction, I’ll tell you that.) I made friends with a table of six guys. I saw disgusting images on a guy’s cell phone. I tipped my tender. I laughed. I got home at two.

I did not want to get out of bed this morning.

When I got to work, I got called straight into R’s office for my performance review. (I got a raise!) Performance reviews before coffee are weird.

Tonight I’m supposed to go over to Becca’s; her friend is having a birthday party in the apartment downstairs. I’ll probably go, but right now all I want to do is take a nap.

Mmm, naps.

In other news, I forgot my cell phone at home. I’ve become that person who feels weird without her phone.

In which I should have posted Sunday when the club experience was still fresh in my mind so that I could have amused you with witty anecdotes, but instead I didn’t and now all you get to read is this dribble.

Saturday night, I went with some new friends to a Latin club in the tri-cities. I’d never been to a Latin club before, but I’d totally go again. There were two dance floors – one hip hop and the other salsa – and the bouncers were all appropriately hard-bodied and cute, and it stays open until five in the morning. But the most salient fact is that there’s a freaking taco stand in the lobby. A taco stand! IN THE LOBBY! Brilliant! Because who doesn’t want a fucking taco after drinking and dancing all night?

The only problem was that they only served beef tacos; no beans. So I couldn’t have one. But the idea is still genius.

We were at the club until after four, then we had breakfast at Shari’s. I got home at six in the morning and then I slept half of Sunday.

Monday I went to the gynecologist for my post-op follow up. The doctor stuck half of one hand where they get paid to stick their hands, and with the other pressed down on the outside of my uterus as hard as he could and asked, “Do you feel any pain or tenderness when I do this?”

I scowled at him and said, “Well, uh – ow! Damn! I certainly don’t LIKE IT! And you can STOP that NOW.” The nurse made a little puff of air sound as if she were trying not to laugh, but kept her face neutral. (Actually, my gyno’s a great guy, and I realize that they do that pressing thing to find out if anything’s terribly wrong with internal organs they can’t see. But even if it is for a good reason, it still sucks when they do that. Because, uh, OW.)

Monday afternoon I went to band practice and we practiced. It was practical and boring. (I can’t wait to start gigging!) After that, RB and I hung out and shot the shit for awhile. Then I went home, ate some soup and went to bed.

Today I got up and immediately cooked rajma masala and rice, and then I came to work. I’ve been sitting here on my arse for eight hours now, and am really quite ready to go home now. K? Thx, bai.

In which I go out and meet people. Yay!

Saturday at work? Sucked. I was behind by about 25 calls all morning (until I finally got hold of one of the engineers and got him to remove a faulty TimeBank restriction that was keeping customers nationwide from being able to dial-up), and then in the afternoon I got bitched out by the biggest cunt I’ve ever had to deal with on the phone. I almost wish I could post the recording for you, because I was utterly calm and never once told her to fuck off even though she clearly needed to hear it. I was afraid for a minute that she was going to stroke out.

And yes, dears, there are people still on dial-up. Tragic, I know, but don’t you worry yourselves about it.

At six, RB picked me up in his gi-hugent new band van (it’s so big it seats the entire state of Texas) and then we went out for Mexican food. After that, we went to schmooze at the Crossroads. I ran into a girl I’d met the last time we’d been there and she said I could tag along with her and L., so I stayed when RB left.

After the Crossroads, we hit a small house party for an hour or so and then we went to Barn Disease for dancing. When we walked in the door, the DJ was playing 30-year-old AC/DC… and the dance floor was full. It may have been The Weirdest Thing Evar®. Srsly. Eventually the DJ switched to dance stuff and we all boogied for the last hour or so before last call. The guys from the house party showed up and I spent an hour with one of them discussing how no one else in the world is ever half as funny as your own little brother, who will catch your eye across a crowded room in such a way that you seriously wonder if you’re gonna piss yourself with the laughing.

After last call we went to after hours, which was at the same house we’d already visited, and we stayed all night. I got home at six in the morning. (I also took a substantial nap on the couch. I have no idea how people manage stay up all night just drinking heavily and smoking joints; I need cocaine, or coffee at the very least, sheesh!) At some point I realized that my ride and I were the only chicks there. Later someone’s mom showed up, and then later still a couple showed up, so by five in the morning there were four females in the room. I sang with L. a lot because he had an acoustic guitar with him. The people I met were all really fantastic over all, and – bonus! – were actually in my age group… or what I think of as my age group, even though they were probably all closer to 35 than 40, if I’m honest. I did a lot of very silly stand-up material, and the boys kept bringing it back again, until it got to the point where they’d holler out “radish!” or “Ziplock!” or “You’re the girl..!” and we’d all start laughing.

Needless to say, I slept all day yesterday. It was decadent and awesome.

In other news, The Curse arrived two days early. I’ve spent all day in bed feeling sorry for myself. (I still hate this process, even when I’m trying to be grateful that I’m no longer in danger of a fatal hemorrhage, because it fucking SUCKS.) I even blew off band practice, and I really needed to be there because we have a gig in just a few weeks. Ugh.