Remind me to never, EVER again say when things are going good.
‘Cause that’s when the stars fall out of the sky and all hell breaks loose.
Work has been MISERABLE. We’re talking soul-sucking, heart-breaking, gut-wrenchingly miserable. Twice in the past week I’ve been reduced to tears. My fragile sanity held on by a thread. Tears for no reason.
The boy has been very supportive and understanding of my emotional outbursts. I flipped out on him over the phone Thursday night while I was at pool. He was met Friday morning with a kiss and a hearty apology.
5 o’clock Friday had me literally RUNNING out of the door of the shop. I needed to get away from that place as quickly as I could. I got home, loved up on the boy for all of five minutes before he had to head out to work, and then spent the rest of the evening trying to shut off my mind and quiet my soul. Frankly, here it is Sunday night, and the only things I can remember doing Friday night were a load of laundry and crashing out on the couch to watch Law & Order.
Definitely a week to forget.
Saturday, I just didn’t want to get out of bed. I finally managed to get a good night’s sleep and I didn’t want to start the day, but I knew I had to get my ass in gear…we were meeting friends for an early dinner at a Japanese steakhouse. I spent a long time in a hot shower while hubby trundled off to get us lunch. At 2, I had the live draft for my fantasy hockey team…during that, my one friend called…they were running late, could we meet them for dinner at 6?
I called for reservations…all they had was 5:30 or 8. I made it for 5:30 and told them we’d wait for them. Hubby and I got to the restaurant at 5:30 exactly…unfortunately, our friends didn’t show up until 6:10, so we had to wait even longer for our table. It made no difference. The food was incredible. I loves me some hibachi. We ate very well last night, that’s for sure!
We ended up at an old bar that two of us used to shoot at. We promptly got tired of it…they had karaoke, the place was mobbed, the drink prices were hiked up and the singers were AWFUL. Group consensus had us heading over to the bar that my ex runs a karaoke show at. We got there about midnight…he had a table reserved for us. (Thank you, m’dear! Bless your little black heart!)
We had an awesome time. B. and I got up and sang “Santeria” by Sublime, and then I got up later and sang Korn’s “Twisted Transistor” all by my lonesome. The ex said that for my first time out, I picked one of the hardest songs in his book, but I nailed it pretty damn good.
G. sang a couple songs by herself and then hubby got up all by himself and sang something by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. B. and I got up and “jitterbugged” to it, then B. got up and sang Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive”. He was INCREDIBLE…had us all into it, singing along. G. and I sang “Don’t Cha” by the Pussycat Dolls at the end of the night, dragging another girl into it, as she had an AMAZING voice.
We had a blast…and, holy crap, I can’t believe I’m saying this…we might go back again. *gasp*
I think I needed last night in the worst way. And so did the hubby. We had a wonderful night. Expensive, but wonderful nonetheless.
Today can pretty much be summed up simply: Football. Ravens FOUR AND OH! Law & Order SVU. Nothing much of importance done whatsoever.
I take that back…I FINALLY got the pics from vacation off of the camera card. Now let’s see how long it takes me to edit them!
I think I’m okay now.