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Last night I went to a Bar. Like I real, college/twenties-type bar with LOUD music and scantily clad women and drunk Frat boys and the like. The kind of place I used to go in college, but with better seating. I was easily on the 'older' half of the age spectrum. It was the kind of bar where people danced not a club, though) and bodies were smooshed and occasionally you'd duck outside for a quick shot of sweet clean air (I still can't get used to smoking in bars in Chicago. How weird is that?) before throwing yourself back into the crush.

This is the kind of bar I used to go to with Stupid Ex. Often. And I hated it after a while. It was loud and crushing and I would rather be in bed and I was bored.

Last night I had a blast.

Oh My GOD it was so much fun because there was no pressure to be fun. And I knew I could leave whenever I wanted to. I had four (4) vodka cranberries and a shot of something that may have involved blueberry schnapps. I don't know. I flirted with so many men. I might have a wee little crush on my brother's 23-year-old roommate. He told me I was by far the most beautiful woman in the bar. *preens*

I went out for a friend's birthday. I danced with people. At one point it was my my sister and my brother, all there because of this party. I was at a bar getting drunk with my siblings. I know it wasn't the first time, but it was really nice. And FUN.

And I have gone on far too long, but I'm glad I went.

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In other news, I am getting paid to do stuff that I like. Fer reals.The people are nice and my boss had absolute *GLEE* when I mentioned how much I liked appraising stones and stuff. He said something to the effect of: I always dreamed of having a real GG on staff. Someone who liked doing this stuff.

OH MY GOD!!!

I have only been there a week. And I don't want to get my hopes up because maybe week two is the week that everyone becomes insane and evil. But when the clients and vendors and all call they don't talk about how nice the stuff is, when they find out I'm new (well, they do, but after) they talk about how wonderful the people are.

Yay!

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I hav no plans today. I might go grocery shopping, or maybe for a walk, later. I am going to continue to eat greasy food and mainline coffee now. I'm a jot hung over. Good, painful times. Though I caught a rockin' episode of Hannah Montana this morning. What happened to cartoons?

My sister called this morning. She and my mom are doing wedding stuff. She told me how happy she was that I had come to embrace alcohol recently. I mentioned that I had had more to drink since I've moved back to chicago that I have since, like, college. She had no idea why that would be . . .

xoxo and a lovely Saturday to you all!

GIP! and . . .

I miss spinach. =(

Fortunately it is not a key ingredient, well, ingredient at all, in the turkey chili I am planning on making today or tomorrow. But I bet it'd taste awesome in it. Alas!

The icon was by caltrask55 and I think it's appropriate. =)

This is why you should *embrace* your hangover!

Uh, yeah, so I was going to transcribe this but I talk too fast and I was tired of my voice. Why can't we pause voice posts? It'd be much less annoying. I'm just saying . . .

Anyway, I am back in my apartment with nary a strain. And I have learned to embrace hangovers.