drag queens, irish pubs, singledom and smiles.

i have not been that drunk since freshman year, denton 1. eep!! ... let me backtrack.

friday night... that drag show- best free entertainment i have had all year. i DID find myself a date... quite the hottie too. and drag queens scare him, so you knew he was there because he loves me :) we had a most-excellent time playing the butch dike and feminine queen couple. (why am i always the butch one??) kevin was, by far, the best performer. he did two numbers. first was big spender, second was a dedication to his husband off at war. i have never laughed and cried so much all in the same night. i am so going to see a professional show sometime... and rick (my date) and i are going to try out for a local playhouse sometime this summer. all those broadway tunes got us in the mood, what can i say?

saturday... i slept in really late because i was distracted from my bed. names have been changed to protect yo momma.

AmngStarz: what are you trying to do
AmngStarz: seriously
fuzzybunny: im uh, blogging..
fuzzybunny: you dont blog topless?
fuzzybunny: :-D
AmngStarz: ::shakes head::
AmngStarz: so sad.
AmngStarz: lol
fuzzybunny: lol
fuzzybunny: you should try it
AmngStarz: i have
fuzzybunny: woohoo!
AmngStarz: ::resumes head shaking::
fuzzybunny: what??
AmngStarz: so sad.

is it a bad thing that that was the highlight of our conversation?? ::cough cough::
anywho... like i was saying. i slept in really late. my daddie woke me up. i had the bestest lunch EVER. pb and j on white (squished to purple perfection) with lays regular potato chips and a fuji apple (with extra pb for dipping purposes) and a big ol' glass of 2% milk. later that evening... also had the bestest dinner EVER because daddie and i decided to have the first family barBQ of the year... complete with grilled meat, pasta salad, deviled eggs and margaritas.

i would, however, like to take a moment to mourn the death of our grill. that hussy opened up a little too much throughout her better days, and had let herself go with rust and goo and leaves from this past winter. we tried and tried to clean her up... even got one last fire out of her... but alas, she did not make it.

after a kodak moment of an evening with the fam, i zoomed into hyper-social-butterfly mode and got up to Berwin to join my favorite bantering couple for a trip over to Old Alexandria.

e had quite a journey getting there (and i found that jeff gives diz more reason to complain about his aggressive driving than she does mine ), but soon arrived in Murphy's... an excellent little green dive for us pasty redheadeds to get sloshed and sing along with a cubic SHITLOAD of hot young men. and yeah... so sue me... i wore a low cut shirt. i thought the effects would me minimal... oh was i wrong. i should have put two and two together with my golden streak that i have going and this rack?!?! i mean, hello, liz. WAKE UP!! the second we get in the crowded place, three guys by the door start oogling me and yelling "OOOOHHHHH YEAHHHHH, PAAAAAAARTAAAAY!"

snort.

i have decided that i want to be one of those folk singer guys in these bars. everyone knows the words to your songs and you get to say bitch a lot. plus, if i wear that shirt while performing... i should get mad tips. anywho, after a few hours of yuengling and lemon drops... the local chicies with us wanted to head over to a dancing bar a few blocks away. after bonding over our psuedo singledom, karran and i walked arm and arm into this place... very Bentley's esq. for you college park folks. only bigger. way. bigger. the door man also got in his giggles with my shirt... and i was completely spoiled by jeff who decided to keep giving me wings with red bull and vodka. and dear me, that shit is good. little did i know just how good. i had fun dancing, even though diz was poopie and that one girl knocked my drink out of my hand. i also found that my shirt was instrumental in helping me catch my drink when letting it slip out of my hand when highly intoxicated. just call me, wet boobs, McGee!!

after a wonderfully stumbling walk back to the car, i almost died on the car ride home. the rest of the evening was a little bit of a blur. i remember fighting to stay awake while listening to jeff talk about his job... the starbux venti ice water... and something about a threesome that just could not happen because of diz's bloated penis. who knows.

i do know that the freakiness STILL continues because i swore i had a dream that diz and jeff were trying to fuck with me about what time is was in the morning... and sure enough... after i wake up they lie to me and tell me it's 12 noon when it is really only 10 am. but then the joke was on them because i looked at my cell phone an hour later and it WAS 12 noon. that time change fucked me up. we all had forgotten. OH OH, but i am the coolest because i didn't have a hang over... and i didn't barf. go, me. we went to dunkin donuts to celebrate and i had yet another note-worthy drive back home.

that reminds me... i forgot to mention that i had a show down with a cop on 270 on my way home on thursday night. i was already weirded out by that phone booth incident, but i'm cruisin 80 in the HOV lane and this cop pulls up right next to me... i wig out and slow down... he slows down... i speed up... he speeds up. but he's hiding in my blind spot. so i slow quickly so i can get even with his window and he just shoots me this big ass grin and speeds off. insane, i know. i'm surprised i forgot to mention that.

work today was kinda crazy at first... but we still had a hella good close. i am pissed i didn't get to go to the blend off, though. everyone knows that i would have won hands down because i am so oldskool and all the judges sweat me hard. but whatev... i WILL redeem myself at the barista olympics. and dear lord, why does he hafta be so cute? why does his smile hafta be so genuine and clean? i see those blue eyes and that little smirk and i just want to giggle and play with my hair. oh OH. and it is official... i have a thing for Mr. Grande Awake Tea. did i mention that my favorite smell is that clean boy smell? drool. just in case you were wondering...

this is going to be a long post. i know i have probably lost half of you already. i'll give anyone who reads this whole thing and leaves a shout out a special prize. ::wink wink::

shannon and i got into a discussion about my singleness. it always comes up eventually... ::rolls eyes:: she related to me though, and said she knew of NO ONE in my age range who is single, available, and quality. all the good ones are taken by bitches like her!! she deserves her's, though. i think they are gunna git married. she's gonna take me along to kings dominion in a few weeks to meet his brother... heh. i never said i was opposed to being set up!! (that is a HINT, people).

so i ran the shift very well... even with rickipoo's suck-ass open shift. i swear, i don't know what he does all day because JACK CRAP gets done. moving on.. at the end of the shift, WE had to take over the deposit to the back (clearly a morning shift duty) and i saw what's his face over at jerry's on the way. his smile... friggen. damn.

as much as i want to dislike this boy all he has to do is flash me those gorgeous lips and teeth... the way his eyes crinkle up and his whole persona lights up. those little creases at the corners of his mouth. friggen i just can't shake that image. only one other smile has ever really made me feel like that...

i'll never forget that smile. fuckin 9th grade walking down the hill from the bus stop... aron was walking up. as he came into view i saw his brown hair, his big brown eyes and this eruption of white on tan skin. he looked down, suddenly blushing, and i quickened my pace. i don't remember if we hugged? kissed? or anything we said... just that fucking smile. you could just feel the love busting out of his mouth.

i'm definitely smile focused tonight. maybe it's this love thing i have going for me lately. send me pics of your smiles... i'll put them up here so i can see them all the time! :)

my mommie isn't doing so well. she needs a vacation and a maid, i think. i just wish i had more time at home to help keep things clean and functioning. oh well... i gotta keep doing what i can until may... then i'll surprise her with some real spring cleaning. werd.

wish me luck this week... i totally have senioritis now. i WILL go to ALL of my classes. yes.