It has been ten days since I updated. And let me tell you.
I have since quit the makeup store. I have acquired another management position (or reacquired). I have gone one a really happy date. I survived an extremely difficult weekend. I had very weird experiences. I survived.
Now for details. I am starting today and going backwards through the events.
The afternoon was spent running around and trying to get stuff done for the diner. I got to spend my day off waking up to a van waiting for me to start doing crazy things like going shopping.
He made out with me before he left. We had talked about doing such things all through the movie as we were sitting in my apartment alone. We watched Rules of Attraction and got pretty frisky in our conversation. We were watching television when I invited him to move onto the couch so that he could see the television better for the movie. At the end of dinner, he insisted on paying for the meal. I told him that I would take care of it. But he insisted on being a gentleman and making up for missing my improv show. He showed up right on time even though the movie that we planned on seeing wasn't going to start for another three hours.
He was flirting with me the whole time. Batting his eyelashes and asking me how things are going. The Paramedic wandered in on my morning of craziness. I'm still hungover as I woke up. Jenni called me to tell me the guys were there for the keg.
I talked to Harrison for most of the night. We were talking about his new boy and he showed me the naked pictures from when they had sex in his car earlier that day. I smoked some awesome pistachio tobacco from a hooka. I was on my fifth or sixth beer when Harrison showed up. The party was thriving. A lot more people showed up than I had expected. They were drawing faces on my ass. I got out of the shower and a party had collected in my living room and I was only wearing a towel. Exhausted, I decided to take a shower to wash away the pain from the day. The Miller Light people told us to take the keg home since we couldn't sell it back and The Boss gave it the okay.
I was so hungover all day. I passed out from a seventeen hour day. The lesbian neighbor's cat scratched the hell out of me. The lesbians offered me one more drink and I was sufficiently toasted. After talking to my best friend (in the world) Rachel, the lesbians got home and offered me a drink. I got off half an hour early and was supposed to go to The Postman's birthday party but got a phone call from a number I recognized but was completely not from any place that I recognized. I spent all day on my golf cart driving around and trying not to run over people. The event was crowded.
I finally got my alcohol. They kept calling me "ma'am" over the phone which pissed me off even more. The night before I realized that going into a major event that required alcohol, we had no alcohol!
Wow its been awhile since I posted.