Ahh the weekend…A time of rest and relaxation. That was my plan anyway – I’m going houseboating next weekend and wanted to get myself in top form for those shenanigans (if any of y’all have ever been you know what I’m talking about. It’s ridiculous).
Instead my weekend is turning out to be the busiest fucking weekend ever. It’s a pretty good friends birthday tonight so I really should party with her. Also, a friend from High School (S)’s birthday is tonight. Normally I wouldn’t worry too much if I had other plans but here’s the catch: a different, very good friend of mine (Boobie McGee) was (randomly – small world) dating S’s friend. They broke up, but S still really wants Boobie to come. Her ex-bf will be there so Boobie wants my support. Still following?
Saturday I have a BBQ to go to at noon, a BBQ on the exact opposite end of the city at 4, and a going away party/BBQ on the other side of the city at 8. Not sure how I’m going to work that out considering that I don’t own a vehicle. At least Sunday we’re going rafting down the river, which equates to:
water + sun + men + booze & cigarettes = heaven
My Weekend by the Numbers:
1: new outfit for S’s birthday
3: BBQs I will attempt to attend
4: hamburgers I will collectively consume at said BBQs
2: hours I will spend deciding what to wear
40: dollars I’ll spend on Mac makeup
90: minutes I’ll spend getting my hair done
5: songs I will sing drunkenly at at least one BBQ
4: embarrassing calls/texts I will make to at least one guy
6: girls we will try to fit on one giant raft floating down the river
Too many: units of alcohol I will consume
Here’s to the weekend…