So Thursday my co workers and I decided to hit up the local bar for happy hour. Keep in mind that we get done work at 3pm so we were there a tad bit earlier than Happy Hour time. As you recall, I believe I told you that I work with about 999 females and about two single males so when Ml and I pulled up at the bar for the work Happy Hour we were almost certain that we'd be having a chick-fest (not that there's anything wrong with that). We were slightly surprised to see three guys sitting at the table (the two single guys and some other guy who's dating someone).

We entertained ourselves for many hours at this bar until we realized that we were sitting in the dark on the deck. I invited everyone to come back to my house and hang out at the bar in my downstairs. At this point it was the one single guy (the other one went to the Eagles preseason game) and five girls. This is when we decided to play, "Let's sexually harass each other." This game was primarily played by Ml, Single Guy and myself. It included playing "Grab Each Other's Asses/Packages" and the ever popular party game, "Show me your tits!" (Hello? Is that Class at the door or what?). Cue bad porn music...

Like the script of some badly titled Vivid Video rental I ended up making out with Single Guy. First, my friends and I ordered pizza and somehow he spilled sauce on his white shirt shirt (See? I told you it was bad porn. All we really need someone to show up the door and say that he was the plumber and that he was there to clean my pipes!) I told Single Guy to follow me upstairs and that I would give him a clean t-shirt to wear. Now this is a little embarassing because I'm a total slob so basically he watched me root around on the floor searching piles of clothes (clean mind you) for a t-shirt for him. I hand it to him (wrinkled beyond all recognition) and he puts it on. Then he says, "You've now seen me topless...Let's see what you've got under your shirt. Your boobs are the only boobs I haven't seen tonight." (have you heard anything more charming than that lately? Because quite frankly I think the next sappy Meg Ryan/Tom Hanks collaboration should include these lines)(You see, we were discussing boobs in the basement...and in reality, I don't think he saw the other girl's boobs unless he has x ray vison or something). This seemed like a fair request in my hard alcohol enduced haze (99 oranges is the devil I tell you...I love it a little too much...with a little orange soda...mmmm) so I lifted my top...and then he lifted my bra. Oopsy...I don't think you're supposed to do that kind of thing with your co-workers huh? Luckily for me...he works in a different building than I do now...unluckily for me in another way because he's one of two single men in the whole workplace. So then we kissed for a few minutes, I put my shirt back down and then we went back downstairs to join the others.

Somehow Ml and Single Guy got to flirting and when Ry came over to take Chelle and I to the bar, Ml and Single Guy were all cuddled up on the futon (the one that Matty and I made infamous...let's hope CSI never brings their blacklight over to my house...that would be embarassing). Damn that Ryan! I think I stopped paying attention to Single Guy to talk with him! Oh well, perhaps Ml got a little more action than I did. Obviously you win some and you lose some. And as it was going anyway, the only thing I would've lost would've been my pants...and wouldn't that be just a great story to tell at one of our place of employment's meetings? I kind of dodged a bullet in a way. Anyways, I didn't think much about it and left with Chelle and Ry for thitwbar!

Ry, Chelle and I made our way to thitwbar where Chelle and I continued to drink our way to oblivion when who should appear but Todd. Oh boy oh boy. If you don't know who Todd is allow me to catch you up quickly. Todd and I dated three years ago, he broke up with me to date this other girl...which was fine because I wanted to date someone else too. So then we were both dating other people. Three years later, he's still with that same girl, now living in the Cornfield with me and we end up hooking up occasionally...only because he lied and told me that they had broken up. Now they live together so I attempt to steer clear of him, because I don't want to be "that girl", nor do I appreciate getting lied to. But...sometimes that doesn't work. Sometimes it does.

Well I'm happy to say that I did not hook up with Todd. However, since I woke up and saw that I had a text message that said, "Sorry we (Him and his best friend) didn't make it back to your house last night, we passed a cop and got all nervous. Maybe we can get together this weekend?" So...apparently I was willing to give up my dignity on Thursday night. Oh well, the best I can do is try, right?

I spent the majority of my Friday, laying out, attempting to sober up...and then Friday night, I spent it hanging onto my toilet bowl. Somehow I some kind of delayed hangover. I threw up from eight pm to two am...unfortunately it was painful because the only thing that had been in my stomach all day and night was water. My friends all kept calling me to see if I was coming out and all I could do was groan over the phone at them and continue to lay on the couch.

Same old, same old. Perhaps I'll learn when I'm thirty...or perhaps not. Oh and thitwbar was sadly lacking one extremely adorable Suburban Pirate. I'm guessing he made it to Denver by now(sigh). On another note, I missed my tattoo appointment and so I guess I'll be waiting another week to get it done. Arrgh.