Did Ya Miss Me?

Things I suck at as of recent:

• saying "hi" to guys I find attractive
• planning for my students before the morning of
• keeping in touch with friends
• grocery shopping
• making my bed
• not drinking on schoo nights
• remembering to "not hate"
• blogging
• saving money
• remembering not to eat meat on Fridays during Lent
• FFing through the DVR and trying to get it exactly when the show gets back on
• flossing

Things that I'm great at as of recent:

• standing up for myself.
• running (with the help of my running schedule, thanks M!)
• dancing in the car
• singing in the car
• loving on my students
• relationship advice to co-workers
• reading
• wave-crimping my hair in under 7 minutes
• making fun of horrible commercials
• brunching with friends
• handling my roommate and her crazy ways
• being single and loving it
• screaming "EW" at anything and everything a la Channing Tatum on SNL

I got nothing else... help me.

What happens at Ozios.....

Okay, so I'm too old for bar crawls.  I've done many.  I don't remember many.  My body just can't handle them like I used to be able to.  But when my dear friend, J, wanted to do the Cupids Bar Crawl, I couldn't say no.  She has been an awesome friend to me and to many.  So, I donned some skanky yet classy attire and went into DC with the rest of the gang.

The day started off quiet enough... big old red goblet full of liquor.  Here are some of the girls before the debauchery happened.

Heeeey, classy ladies. 

We moved from Irish Whiskey, to Mighty Pint, to Sign of the Whale and then to the rooftop at Ozio.  This is where the shit started hitting the fan.... in a good way, of course.  I ran into some old college friends who were sitting at a table.  And we caught up.  We got out share of cheap ass drinks.  We danced our asses off.  Said college friend got hookah and it looked amazing... and it reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice and Wonderland - one of my favorite books/movies.  So when birthday girl asked if we wanted some, I was the first one to say "Yes!." 



We got strawberry and damn was it delicious.  I don't remember hookah ever tasting that good. 

Here's the birthday girl getting the first suck.

Ahh, the sweet release.

Yes, I promise that's only hookah. 

Here's K to join in on the smoking fun.  You know I'm pwned when I throw deuces and my mouth is open for pictures.

Hey!  Where'd K go?

 At this point, everyone had had some hits of the hookah.  But J and I were still going strong.  Kat left us, and probably for the best.  Because the next thing I knew, J and I went from taking the above picture to the below picture.  And that's when ALL the dudes took out their phones to snap these.

camera 1

camera 2

 

 

So, that's use shoot gunning?  What's that called?  I don't even know.  Lesbihonest, it was a great idea.  So great in fact that the table of nerdy white dudes next to us couldn't stand up for a while.  And the server brought over a free tablet (?) of hookah. 

 

 

After we are all done with hookah and drinks, we stopped into a few more bars and then decided it was time to head home.  Here is my documentation of the cab ride home...  there are 5 girls shoved in the back of the cab.

 

mandatory selfie... complete with duck lips.  Channing Tatum EW! 

Where did I get the glasses from?

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't really know how to end this post.  But I had a great time, minus the fact that we were missing a few people (who we eventually found).  The birthday girl was happy.  We were happy.  It was a happy night.  I ended the night saying, like I always say, "I'm never drinking again!"  Well my friends, that's a lie.  The Clarendon Shamrock Bar Crawl is right around the corner and I expect to see you all there... and drinking beside me.  



...help...

Things I need at the moment:

• summer vacation
• sleep
• a positive attitude about my current job
• eyes in the back of my head
• new workout shoes
• someone to rub my back until I fall asleep
• more blog topics (obvi)
• time for my own life
• a jucier butt
• a bigger closet
• more hope
• more patience
• more faith
• less drama
• less vices
• more sex
• more friend time
• more positive things to come for my friends

Welcome to My World....

A while back I blogged about a girl's night out where we thought it would be funny to nose people.  (And, by golly, it sure was!).  I haven't thought much about that fateful night until last night...  and in an "Angela" sort of way. 

Last night I was at SK's for skeeball with some fabulous ladies... I know what you're thinking. Out on a Tuesday night, drinking til the wee hours of the morning? Who is this girl and what did she do with Angela?   Well, I gotta tell you something.  Tuesday night skeeball with my ladies far surpasses a night out on the weekends.  It's that fun...

After a few pitchers of Blue Moon, and one failed skeeball match to a team who had NEVER won a game, our team was up to play in the second to last match of the evening.  As I was at the table getting the score card for my team, I overheard a young nerdy fella talking to J, the league director, about the ETA for the last game of the night.  Ppshh I thought to myself.  Homeboy needs to get home, put in his retainer and get 8 hours of sleep.  And, at the moment I was making fun of nerdy white guy in my mind, he looked over to me and yelled "Hey!  I know you!" 

My heart started pounding.  Oh no!  Where did I know him from?  He didn't look familiar.  Did I go to high school with him?  No.  Did I hook up with him?  God I hoped not!  Did I know his family?  I didn't think so.  As I was about to exhaust my options as to how I knew him, he said:

...."you nosed my friend at CG a while back!"... 

Ha!  I literally spit Blue Moon in his face and started laughing out loud.  At point my sister, who was standing next to me witnessing this whole conversation, and who was with me at CG that night, busted out laughing and walked away for me to take the bullet.  Thanks, sis! 

He went on to say that they stuck around a while longer let us nose them because we were a "cute group of girls."  When our match started, I was standing there scoring our team when I overheard him talking to his group about that night and what we had done.  After overhearing the conversation he was having next me, I started to becoming embarrassed... that is until I heard the team saying "damn, those girls are so fucking hot." 

And with that comment, all was right in the world again.

Side note:  we blew our opponents out of the water... even if we had to skeeball as T-Rexs (hands inside our shirts).  As we were strutting our stuff through the crowd, high-fiving all the awe-struck teams, I walked passed nerdy boy whose hand was raised in a high-five position.  And if you know anything about me, you'll know exactly what I did next.  I went in for the fake high-five and then I  nosed the fuck out of him instead. 

Not even this could ruin my Friday afternoon.

Scenes from a Friday afternoon while waiting for the buses to be called.

::sitting at the kidney table with the 7 girls in the class::
D:  Ms. K., do you have a baby?
Me:  No.
::simultaneous saddened awwwwws::
A: Do you have a husband?
Me:  No.
::simultaneous saddened awwwws, again::
D:  Do you have friends?
Me:  Yes.
D:  Yea, everyone should have friends.
M:  ::pattingmeonthe back::  Are you lonely?
Me:  .....
::GT-02 gets called::
Me:  Get out of my classroom!!

I was literally saved by the bell.

But that's a great questions, little 8 year old.  Am I lonely?  Let's think about this one.  Technically I am currently alone.  But am I lonely?  No, I am not, by any means, lonely.  I have the best friends, the best family and the air in my lungs.  I am the happiest I have been in a really long time.