Birthday weekend
My birthday weekend went off pretty well I think.
The only stressful time was during the actual birthday dinner itself.
Never let a drunk man try to solve the problems in your relationship. Somehow it just doesn't work out. During dinner, my drunk husband (who is normally REALLY good at this sort of thing) took it upon himself to try and sort out our friends' relationship problems. I swear I kept expecting one or both of my friends to launch over the table and just beat the shit out of the other person. I figured by the time we got to the birthday cake they'd be dividing up their assets and solidifying a custody arrangement for their dog.
I had such an urge to start a food fight just to break the tension...hehehee.
Ah well, things simmered down and we all had a blast playing this game called Dirty Minds that is basically a cross between scattergories and balderdash...except with a lot more swearing and Cuban hookers involved :-P
Tomorrow night I'm going to meet a couple of more people off of b.com.
I'm so freakin' nervous!!!
To top it off, I got my monthly breakout of hormonal zits happening. I swear the zit I've got going is getting so big, someone's going to try to sacrifice a virgin on my face. The movie of the week will be entitled, "Mandie vs. the Volcano".
So not only am I scared to meet people in general, but I get to meet them with an extra head growing off my face.
Teh hormonies suck!
I just feel like when I meet these people they're just going to look at me and wonder why the fuck they're wasting their time having a coffee with a boring and totally neurotic chick like me.
You know, it's pretty fucking pathetic. Everyday, at some point I look into the mirror and say to myself, "I'm not as boring and ugly as I think I am". I keep hoping that one day I'll believe it.
So far, no dice.
Ah well, I just have to remind myself that even as little as a few months ago, I'd never go out and meet new people. Going out tomorrow is like a little victory for me and every little victory counts.
Note: Originally published April 24, 2006.
The only stressful time was during the actual birthday dinner itself.
Never let a drunk man try to solve the problems in your relationship. Somehow it just doesn't work out. During dinner, my drunk husband (who is normally REALLY good at this sort of thing) took it upon himself to try and sort out our friends' relationship problems. I swear I kept expecting one or both of my friends to launch over the table and just beat the shit out of the other person. I figured by the time we got to the birthday cake they'd be dividing up their assets and solidifying a custody arrangement for their dog.
I had such an urge to start a food fight just to break the tension...hehehee.
Ah well, things simmered down and we all had a blast playing this game called Dirty Minds that is basically a cross between scattergories and balderdash...except with a lot more swearing and Cuban hookers involved :-P
Tomorrow night I'm going to meet a couple of more people off of b.com.
I'm so freakin' nervous!!!
To top it off, I got my monthly breakout of hormonal zits happening. I swear the zit I've got going is getting so big, someone's going to try to sacrifice a virgin on my face. The movie of the week will be entitled, "Mandie vs. the Volcano".
So not only am I scared to meet people in general, but I get to meet them with an extra head growing off my face.
Teh hormonies suck!
I just feel like when I meet these people they're just going to look at me and wonder why the fuck they're wasting their time having a coffee with a boring and totally neurotic chick like me.
You know, it's pretty fucking pathetic. Everyday, at some point I look into the mirror and say to myself, "I'm not as boring and ugly as I think I am". I keep hoping that one day I'll believe it.
So far, no dice.
Ah well, I just have to remind myself that even as little as a few months ago, I'd never go out and meet new people. Going out tomorrow is like a little victory for me and every little victory counts.
Note: Originally published April 24, 2006.
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