Yesterday was a pretty uneventful day at work. With the completion of that bastard of a report on Wednesday, I am pretty much done with my rough period, but I still have the United Way report to finish by the 31st. It is proving to be pretty difficult, but I have decided that I am going to shove off a lot of the paperwork to an intern that has been the bane of my existence for a while. What sweet revenge! I actually kind of relaxed as much as I could yesterday. After the first few weeks of the month, I kind of felt justified to just work on some things that I had put off and were not that strenuous. It's amazing all the justifications one can make for being a lazy bum!
Thursday evening was pretty full. Honestly, before I started this blog, more often that not, I would sit on my ass at home and plow through my Tivo or watch the Food Network, but now that I'm writing about things, I looks like I'm this man about town. I'm not. Anyway, the Indy Pride organization has a monthly membership mixer, which is really just another opportunity for the same people to get together and drink. I usually attempt to make it, even though Blanche, HR and me end up just standing around talking to each other, as per usual. It was convenient this time because I was meeting some former co-workers for dinner just down the street from the mixer. So, after I got home from work, I puttered around the apartment -- cleaning my bedroom because Tyler and commented on it's messiness (sue me!). Then I ventured down to the restaurant for the mixer. My stomach was severely empty, which meant that the first drink hit me like a ton of bricks. I hung out with Blanche and HR until about 7, and then I excused myself to go meet my other group for dinner. The boys were going to join us later, and Romeo was on his way down from work.
I met up with Venus, Liberty, and Stella at the Scholar's Inn, which is an upscale restaurant in Indy that also has half priced martinis on Thursday! Stripper Mom was supposed to be there, too, but she had a horrible headache and went home instead. I suspect she probably was too busy shimmying on that stripper pole she just had installed in her house (I'm joking...I think). The other member of our group (we couldn't decide on a name for her) could not make it because she is in accounting, and she has it worse than me with fiscal year end reports. All these ladies and myself were unceremoniously canned from the state when the new governor and political party swept into power a few years back. We had worked together for a long time, so we keep in contact as much as possible to see how everyone is doing post-government. We're all doing very well actually. So, bite me, Mitch Daniels! When we first started gathering it was mainly just for bitch sessions and making fun of how the old place was doing business, which frankly was and still is pretty damn funny. We now have more stuff to talk about, and we all have a very good time together. We also drink like alcohol is water. It makes for a fun night.
As I said, Romeo, HR, and Blanche came down to join us, and we kept drinking and eating and having a good time. Tyler and his friends met up with us, which made me smile like an idiot in front of my friends again. I think they are starting to question my sanity. Wait a minute, I think I might be, too. The girls left us, and we ended up down at the Metro for a bit. It was karaoke night again, and I was informed that Amy Winehouse's Rehab has been obtained, and that I actually have to work on it now. I had half-drunkenly requested it on Tuesday, but now it looks like I am committed to singing it this coming Tuesday. Oh god...
Tyler and I left his friends and went back to his place...
**censoring mushy stuff for those black hearted bastards who can't take it**
...and I went home this morning.
Tonight I'm going out with Tyler's friends, and I get to meet his best friend in the whole world. So, I suppose I'm a little bit nervous about that. Meeting friends is always sort of like a dentist appointment. It might go smoothly and only hurt a little, or it might end up a full grade root canal with the need for sedatives and possibly braces. Additionally, I should have some interesting updates over the weekend or on Monday. Tomorrow night we (as in Romeo, Blanche, HR, Venus, Liberty, Stella, and Stripper Mom) are going to the retirement/birthday part of a 900 year old drag queen. It is at a dive bar in Indy where drag queens go to die. I'm guessing it is going to be a hoot, especially because some of the girls have never seen a drag show, and next weekend, two words: Gay Campground. GOD HELP ME!
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