This is blog of a woman who didn't know what she wanted and so chased after dreams and men in search of the answers...drunken hilarity ensued. Then one day she met a man who was everything she wanted, but he wasn't so sure. Then she did the unthinkable; after they broke up she gave him this blog address and she let him into her mind as well as her heart. Unbelievably, even after sorting through the sordid archives of failed relationships, one night stands and her lusty (and embarassing) pursuit to secure the heart of a certain young line cook, John somehow managed to fall in love with her too. Melina and John were married a little over six months after they started dating, running away to Las Vegas to seal the deal. You can imagine what the over/under bet was to see if they'd even make it a year!! Over a year later and they are still going strong...this blog has become their story. Need to tell me something? Email me at Melinalovesjohnny at gmail dot com
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Sunday, May 01, 2005
True Friends Love Ya When You're 'Tarded, Depressed and Just Plain Nuts
Chelle and I have just arrived home from thitwbar...I wasn't drunk at 12:30 am because Ry was too drunk at the other party to safely drive over and I was about ready to go to bed. Ry and I have done this to each other too many times to count. Chelle was my saving grace I guess...because she called at 12 and I was still awake. What would be better than to go to thitwbar? Pretty much nothing. I guess. I went.

Chelle picked me up. We went to the bar, we had a few drinks. I played some pinball--can I tell you how awesome I did tonight? Chelle was in a mood. It's like my funk is contagious. Ok pervs, I have nothing that's contagious! Actually I have nothing, period.

We left the bar and I already knew what kind of night it was going to be. She said, "We're going to get so fucking drunk, you don't even know." When she put her Damien Rice CD into her CD player I KNEW...

As a good friend I've decided to get as completely drunk as I possibly can, so that I can appease my friend...yeah, because I just hate getting drunk ya'll, ha ha. I got her to switch over to Jack Johnson because that's way less suicidal.

Oh and I should so be suidical if I was that stupid (sorry to all ya'll that are) because Drk was at the bar. I didn't even get the nod or the wave. Yeah, it didn't really hurt that much because I've totally weaned myself of him (and I'm not even fooling myself of that...although I wish we could've been friends...he would've made a good addition to my ragtag band of merry men); that and some townie paid for all my drinks and shots so I was pretty numb (yes in an hour and a half)...oh and the fact that I found out that he's in love with the women with "itty bitty titties." (not the townie, Drk).I'm not going to tell you how I found that out because it's not relevant, nor did I try to find it out, but now seeing the ladies that he does seems that there is a DEFINITE type of woman that he likes...and uh, I'll never be matter how fucking cool I am...because I only have a few tattoos and the ladies he likes...are totally roadmapped...which I love, however, my job MIGHT just kill me! Oh and I won't ever be pale or hipless--nope not ever.... I'm not busting on what he likes but I wish I had stumbled upon this info before... Before I made an ass of myself for five months. Oh well, you live, you learn. Or not. It probably wouldn't have changed my drunken antics of the past five months.

There will be more drunken chronicles to follow.
posted by Melina at 2:54 AM