Arctic Thunder

Current mood: drunk

Andy, my realtor, called me on my cellphone while I was at work today. As the kids looked on, he asked me why I hadn't filled out the contracts yet. Frankly, although I had received them yesterday, I had so many other things to do that I figured I'd look at them this afternoon and maybe fill them out on Saturday, but I didn't tell this to Andy. He let me know that we are under a deadline to get the papers in and that time was of the essence.

So, I rushed home after work in the pouring rain to sign everything electronically and e-mail them back to him. Slight problem. Instead of sending me electronic signature documents like he said he would, he had e-mailed me forms to print and sign manually and then fax to him. Well, I ran out of ink in my printer and don't own a fax machine! Therefore, I would have had to drive to Office Depot (did I mention it was pouring down rain?) to buy ink, come home, print and sign the documents, drive back to Office Depot to fax them, and motor back home. This would have been bad enough, but I was exhausted and really looking forward to a "disco nap" before meeting Erika at 6:30. Faced with this dilemma, I called Andy to find out what he wanted me to do. Luckily for me, he said it would be okay to wait until Saturday. *whew*

At 4:00 p.m., I toddled off to bed, read my book (French Women Don't Get Fat) for a bit, set my alarm for 5:30 and slept until 6:15! Damn snooze button! As I hurried to make myself look presentable, my phone rang. It was Erika, saying she was just now leaving work. This bought me some desperately needed extra time, and I arrived at Dave and Buster's feeling fresh instead of frazzled.

I knew Keith and Lori would be there, but I was really excited to see Mia, this awesome woman that I met in the same poetry class where I became acquainted with Erika and Amber. She's someone whose friendship I'd like to cultivate. Mia and I talked for quite a while before she finally had to leave, but not before I told her about myspace.com and urged her to join the fun!

We waited for literally hours before our table was ready, and suffered the poor service of the lamest waiter ever, but the food was delicious. I had Jack Daniels sirloin steak with garlic mashed potatoes. Yum!

Several of Erika's boyfriend's college buddies had come down from Santa Barbara to take part in Erika's "bon voyage" (or would that be "bon universite"?) celebration and meeting "the Santa Barbara Boyz" was a highlight. One of them, Derrick, kept buying rounds of shots for the whole table. I still can't believe I made it through the night without hurling after mixing apple schnapps, tequila, grapevine, and two beers, but I felt surprisingly level-headed and managed to keep it together.

I discovered that I do much better at playing my favorite Dave and Buster's arcade game, Arctic Thunder, when I am inebriated. I kicked ass! To the point that one of my opponents commented that he couldn't believe he got beat by a girl. I love being 40 years old and still being called a girl...especially when I'm wiping the floor with you!

After an appropriate amount of sobering up time, I said my goodbyes and drove (very carefully!) home. I kept remembering that, when I told my students I was going to a party tonight, they admonished me not to drink and drive. I didn't want to disappoint them or cause harm to myself or someone else.

Chuy had already returned from work when I walked in. Slurpy kisses and hugs and ass grabs! Yay!