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Plan of Attack

Hello! How has everyone’s week been? Mine has been mostly good, with the exception of Tuesday which I told to suck a dick, but let’s not dwell on that.  Work is absolutely crazy right now, which I was prepared for since last August-November was the exact same, and on top of all the “real” work I’m about to start studying for my Regulatory Affairs Certification.  I haven’t taken or studied for anything since college, I’m nervous.  The test is at the end of November and review sessions start next week…. I guess I should read the first three chapters of the book, huh?

So, clearly I’ve recently started going out more, and since I’m not longer 21 and afforded the luxury of escaping the craziest of nights hangover free I’ve learned to plan my happy hours accordingly.  You see, I work from home on Thursdays which means on Wednesday nights I can stay out a little later/drink a little stronger because I can stay in my pajamas all day nursing myself back into shape for Thursday night.

Thursday happy hours work out well because I’m home all day, and have time to shower/straighten the hair before heading out for the evening.  The problem I face on Thursday night’s is exercising enough self-control so I don’t hate my life in the office on Friday.  Normally I’m pretty good at that, but sometimes it’s a little more difficult.  Like last night, for example.

One of my friends is moving to Boston at the end of the month, so last night we had a little going away happy hour for him.  It started innocently enough with a  few pitchers of sangria, then we changed locations, and this happened.

you can’t very well turn down a bottle of free champagne!

free champagne credit all goes to Michelle

happy people

Somehow, thankfully, I woke up on time this morning not feeling too terrible.  Probably helps that I did manage to make it home by around 11 pm. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t wish I was lucky enough to have a summer hours Friday today.  Sigh.  Weeknight happy hours: better than late night drinking outings since 2008.  Happy Friday!


Hey everyone, wanted to check in and let ya all know I’m still alive and kicking over here.  Slowly but surely, every day I start to feel a little better, and I officially haven’t cried since Thursday.  Three days is a major accomplishment when you take into consideration that for those two weeks I was crying every day.  We still have no resolution in terms of the mortgage, and getting my name off of it, so that is just hovering in a cloud of dread over me, but hey that’s life.

Instead of sitting in my house with a straw in a wine bottle, I’ve been out doing things to keep myself occupied.  On Thursday night, my lovely sister-wife Kacy was kind enough to meet me for happy hour at the new Buffalo Wild Wings that just opening in Ballston.

Photo shamelessly stolen from Kacy

Fiver hours, and about 6 of those giant beers later, we called it a night.  I woke up on Friday morning feeling less than stellar, probably more to blame on the two glasses of wine I indulged in when I got home than the beers, but still made it through a terrible and busy work day.  I’m too old to party hard two nights in a row, so despite a post-work nap I couldn’t pull myself together for Friday night and instead spent it in my glasses on the couch watching the Opening Ceremonies.

I had some errands to run on Saturday, and actually put some effort into my appearance instead of running out in workout clothes with my hair in a ponytail.  Hey ya never know, right?

Please excuse my dirty mirror, I have since windexed it

My errands included a trip to the Apple store to see why my iPod won’t stay charged and a trip to Barnes and  Noble to see why my NOOK won’t turn on.  Come on electronics, get it together.  I am now the owner of a new (but exactly the same) iPod and a NOOK that is charged for now.  I then spent a few hours on the couch with an ice cold beer and the Olympics before cleaning up a bit to head out for a night on the town.

Saturday night was a lot of fun, despite a broken Tory Burch flip flop and blister the size of Montana.  It started out with dinner and drinks with my roommate, Adrienne, at the Green Turtle and ended at a co-workers birthday celebration at Union Jacks.  I did some dancing, a lot of drinking, and a lot of sarcastic mocking to people too drunk to realize it.  Also, it’s really funny when a 21 year-old hits on you, and then his eyes bug out of his head when you tell him you’re 27.  I thought he was literally going to fall over.  Kids.

Anyway, so that was my week/weekend.  Now to get through another week.  If people would stop getting engaged and posting it on Facebook that would be great.  I saw four engagement announcements over the weekend.  Four!  Cool it people, don’t you know I just got dumped?

I Need Another Day

Holyyyy moly.  The weekend is over?  Where did it go, and has anyone seen my liver?  I think it went on strike.

So, while extremely busy and full of boozing, the weekend was a lot of fun and I’m sad it’s over.  I’m also sad that this is my first full week of work in three weeks, I feel like this is gonna sting a little.  Luckily I have an exciting weekend of visitors to look forward too.  My liver better come back from its strike before then.

I kicked off the weekend as most should start, with happy hour at Bonefish wish some work friends.  I sipped on three glasses of wine while gossiping, and then decided if I didn’t leave then I would probably have to camp out under our bar table for the night.  Another downside of having to drive 40 minutes to get home from work.  I randomly (and somewhat tipsily) cooked myself some chicken fried rice for dinner when I got home, and it was the perfect thing to soak up the wine :).

Saturday was quite gloomy in the morning and I lazed around in bed reading my favorite trashy book for a few hours before finally pulling myself together for kickball.  The sun came out just in time for our 1:45 game, we won (obvi) and even accomplished our good deed for the year.  About half way through our game a mama duck and her babies came waddling through our field, and after taking a five minute nap in the middle of our field continued on their way.  We realized they were heading right for 17th Street and all panicked.  It was then we decided the only thing to do was stand in the middle of the street, stopping traffic so the mom and her babies could safely cross to the other side.  A few of the babies even needed a little assistance hopping up onto the curb from the street.  It was pretty much the cutest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

The rest of the day was spent in a beer and shots induced haze as we watched the Caps take on the Rangers in game one of their series.  I’m not embarrassed to say the night ended at 9 pm with tacos from Chipotle.  Sometimes things like that just happen, especially when this is 6 pm.

Needless to say I woke up feeling like absolute trash on Sunday morning, but had 10:30 brunch plans I needed to pull myself together for.  There may have been some dry heaving involved, I’m not proud of it, but I refused to actually vomit.  My bff was in town visiting her fiance for the weekend and I texted them so much they finally caved to my demands and agreed to have brunch with me.  I met them at Montmarte in Eastern Market where I devoured bread, a lattel, and some eggs Benedict, after which I immediately started to feel better.

We wandered around the Farmers Market and Flea Market for a while before I said goodbye and headed back to my side of the river.  It was then I decided it was far too nice of a day to spend it on my couch moaning about my head hurting, so I quickly did my grocery shopping and then recruited my roommate Adrienne for a Sunday funday.

We headed to the rooftop bar at Whitlow’s where we sat outside watching the Flyers take down the Devils in game one of their series.  Go Flyers!  It was another fun and tiring day that had me in bed by 9:30.  I have a feeling this is going to be one of those weeks where I’m tired until Wednesday.

Hope you all had a fabulous weekend as well!