Did anybody get the plate number of that truck?

Oh my God, everything hurts but my hair.

Friday was just a normal day at the club, not very lucrative but not too bad. I was very happy just to hang out with the girls. Things are so very different there; it’s such a great break from the normal day to day blah. Brandy is having a hard time with her English classes so I decided to proofread her latest paper for her before I started drinking. However, I didn’t manage to finish proofreading until after my first tequila shot. Ooopsie, sorry about the curse words in the term paper dear, just cross those out.

Saturday started out slow but ended up with a lot of stuff to talk about.

Essence needed Jim to fix her car so she wanted to spend the night. She ended up leaving work early because she busted up her knee pretty bad and on her way to my house broke down on the interstate. So Jim and Hubby had to take care of Essence, while working on their own projects they had set for the weekend. Jim took Essence the next day to pick up her car only to figure out that she had left her keys in her purse at our house and had to make two trips to get her car to our house. She chilled at my house until after I went to bed at 10 o’clock.

Christian drove down from VT for the weekend and she surprised me at the club on Saturday night. I was so happy to see her. Love that girl! She came over on Sunday and we snuggled on the couch until I went to bed.

Leila didn’t come over on Saturday night like she usually does because she was supposed to go hunting with her brother….. I didn’t ask.

Saturday night also happened to be DJ Greg’s birthday. We did Patron shots to celebrate and by the end of the night he was wasted! The girls got him on the stage by the end of the night to do a birthday Hot Seat for him and at one point in the theatrics his pants came off. We were all surprised to not only find that he was wearing a very tiny pair of thong underwear but a set of black leather chaps underneath his dress pants. I saw this from afar. Ok - it was from behind because I chose not to partake in the Hot Seat celebrations. I didn’t even realize he was wearing underwear. I just can’t get the image out of my head. When I walked in the dressing room afterward one of the girls was smacking herself in the face to try to rid the image out of her head. Greg was so drunk I don’t think he even realized what was going on. I have no idea what was up with the chaps…. I don’t want to know.

I really have to watch who I do tequila shots with; it usually ends with something bad.

Sunday was spent recovering on the couch. I feel like I could use another recovery day. Everything hurts. I still can’t figure out what it is that I do to make my hands hurt so bad. They are the only body parts that I don’t have an explanation for. I do believe I’m going to have to hit the gym on Wednesday. When I come away from a weekend feeling like this, I’m going to have to go lift some weights to finish off the recovery process. It’ll make me feel better for next weekend. Let’s hope I’m not hurting so bad by then, as of now it’s hard to grip the steering wheel.

Oh yeah, I also found out that I am in a DVD called Girls of Street Racing or something like that. I’m not exactly thrilled about it but that’s what happens when I enter into bikini contests. For one thing I’m not a street-racer… not in the “fast and furious” style. This seems to be some kind of teenage trend here lately that I don’t want to be a part of. Take it to the track where it belongs. And another reason is; I know which bikini contest that was and I wasn’t exactly very happy about what I looked like. Why would I enter a contest if I didn’t like what I looked like? I didn’t realize that I looked so bad until after I saw the pictures! I was a bit thicker then. I haven’t seen it yet, one of the bouncers that worked at Vixens spotted me on it and told me about it. Can’t wait to see it though…kinda.

Anyway, I’m tired of writing and I’m sure if you’ve made it this far your mind is numb. Enjoy your day, I’m whipping out the blinders and drowning myself in Gingerbread lattes.
Kisses,
Candy