If Only The Work Week Didn't Contain So Much Work...

then I would have so much more fun!
Last week was all messed up, seeing as Thanksgiving is always on Thursday. What is up with that? I never understood why anyone would want a holiday on a Thursday. Just bump it over a day, and give families a little more time to visit with the relatives that are visiting from out of state and don't get along with each other anyhow, you know? Okay, maybe THAT is why they put it on a Thursday....nevermind.
The Family Unit, minus Aunt Becky, all rounded up noon-ish @ Big Boy in M-Ville. I was very surprised that they decided to celebrate, because it was only the past Friday that my mom let me know that Thanksgiving was officially going down. Prior to that, it was holding a 'to be determined' state. We all ate in semi-silence, so it was a difficult meal to swallow. With all of the unspoken tension floating around in the air, I am always cautious about my topic discussion; everyone knows that I am good at providing unusual and oftentimes offensive conversation points.
I didn't stick around too long, because I had promised Mary that I was going to stop by her shindig in the evening time, as well. Luckily, I was able to drive my car at night, because Caleb rocks and fixed the short that was causing the fuse in my running lights to blow. Ate more there, and we went to Skully's that night, because every Thursday is apparently 'Ladies' 80's', which means girls get in free and they play 80's music. We danced and had a few drinks. I was wearing my green Jones New York skirt suit that I'd just picked up with the high scoop neck jacket, and a fancy collared gold dress shirt underneath. One of the girls we were there with said that I looked like a naughty secretary xD It was too hot to wear the jacket all the time, so I took it off for a bit, but they had black lights that randomly came on, and when they did, you could totally see my white bra through the shirt....somehow o.o The skirt was absolutely NOT designed for movement ability, so I'm sure I looked pretty funny trying to get my groove on, but it was still a lot of fun. I've really only been to 2 bar/club type establishments where there were a decent enough amount of people that I felt comfortable getting out on the floor. I wish that I knew some places, or some people to tag along with that knew, but alas. I am stuck being a home body and saving money. I always find places to spend it, regardless.
On Friday, I met up with Celes and a few of her buddies and we had dinner. Afterwards, I met up with date boy and we had a quick drink at a dive bar before the ghetto crowd set in and headed our separate ways. He claimed his reason for leaving was being sleepy, yet that did not keep him from casually offering that I could come over to his place, even though he claimed it was a mess.....I cannot confirm, because I insisted that he seemed very sleepy and should get some well deserved rest. Honestly, I was tempted just a little, but I know how I am, and I try my best not to put myself in situations where I might have to be adamant about saying 'no' to advances. I am fairly sure that he is interested in more than just going out to dinners and movies, but I haven't figured out to what extent. Until then, I plan on playing it super duper safe.
Then on Saturday Celes and a few of us met back up and ran around Tuttle spending money. We bought each other matching wallets as Christmas presents:

Mine is black, and hers is white. Mary bought me the purse that matches, later on that evening <3 Kinda blurry, because I took it with my camera phone. The purple thing underneath is my skirt! I also found these weird underwear @ Victoria's Secret for when you're working out....couldn't resist and took a picture. Don't want to have butt sweat, you know?

That evening, Bobbie invited me to the Thirsty Whale for a cover band (that sucked), so I caught that. They sucked so bad that I ended up drinking more than I should have, and had to stick around at the end of the night with a huge pitcher of water, trying to sober up enough to drive safely. In the mean time, date boy sent me promiscuous text messages, which, in my drunken state, mostly only served to enrage me, as I felt that I was being sexually harassed. Looking back, I think it was more along the lines of he knew I was drunk (because I told him), and decided that he would try to fuck with me. In the end, I managed to sober up (probably from it being ridiculous cold out, and being all pissed off) and drive home.
Sunday, I slept all day and put off Laundry. Then, I had to go back to work on Monday :( Coming back from the weekend always sucks, because you have to start putting up with everyone's BS on a whole new week. It's been fairly low on the Llama-meter, so far this week. If anything especially idiotic happens, I will be sure to report in. Until then....