Weekend Synopsis AKA How Kdot Got Her Groove Back.

Warning: this is an exceedingly long blog. So grab a coffee or something, this one might take some time.

So it was an excellent weekend of unadulterated debauchery. Far as I can tell, a good weekend was had by all. I’ll break it down faux point form for reader enjoyment, and not make you, my reader, slog through an unbearable slough of typos and sarcasm.

-The entire week was not too shabby, with an equal ratio of highs and lows. What should have been my last relaxing week for a –very- long time was entirely ruined by warring forces with my family. My car was in a dismal state of disrepair for a while, which then led to fiscal and monetary wars spurred on by my increasingly pathetic bank account. This, of course, led to me blowing a gasket and them pretending that I’m not a part of this family. All in all, I spent three days in Christine’s company, and abused her kind offer of a sofa and a futon for two consecutive nights. Today being mother’s day, we all kinda feigned happiness until the hostility was genuinely replaced by enjoyment of one another’s company. Ah, at last. I no longer feel as though my house is one giant high school and my parent’s are the cruelly exclusive “impossible to get into” clique. This is good.

-Thursday evening promised to suck, as anything that could go wrong did. I mean, first Christine and I very nearly had The First Fight after our reconciliation a million years ago. (It was avoided by the very adult tactic of “I feel this because you did that and…I’M SO SORRY, I LOVE YOU!!!!”. It was terrific.) And then there was a toxic spill on our only route to meeting with Jdot for a drink. So we were feeling kinda blue when we pulled into the old Fogg n Suds for a martini. Luckily, the conversation was awesome, and then we decided to gamble our bad moods away. On the way there, we did some –serious- rocking out to some old school Disney tuneage. And gamble we did! That girl is a good luck charm, honest to god. And to prove her mother wrong, we choose NOT to head home at 11:00. Instead, we decided to hang out in a seedy karaoke bar and play some horrific pool for a few hours. Then, when she could hardly blink anymore, we called it a night. After more rocking out. Which was awesome. Turns out even the toxic clouds have silver linings.

-Friday night was fun: a mellow evening of games and wine with the Giacomoni clan, followed by some snacks and a rather Zen viewing of Brother Bear. Well, half a viewing. We more or less fell asleep a quarter of the way through. Yes, I know. Two grown women couldn’t make it through a Disney film. It’s sad. I agree.

-Saturday night was far more fun. After dressing up in more then a ripped hoodie and half-done hair for the first time in damn near a month, we met up with Chelsey and headed to the Elephant and Castle Pub for an evening of drinking. I must say: each of us set out with our personal goals, and each one of us accomplished them. It broke down like this:

Christine’s Goal: Not too look too twitterpated when her beau showed up, and to have a good time in general. Mission Accomplished.

Chelsey’s Goal: To get “drunkity drunk drunk”. She discovered Espresso Martinis. Mission Accomplished. To say the least.

Keltie’s Goal: To learn how to flirt outside of a grade-school context. I’ve not been single since high school: how does this game work again? And get this: Mission Accomplished!!

-Yes, that’s right. I actually managed to be flirtatious, which isn’t surprising to my readers as they all know me, and well, I’m pretty straightforward. But would it shock and amaze you, dear readers, to learn this: I was aloof! I didn’t pursue!!! I was nearly ladylike! It was amazing. A step in the right direction, anyway.
As cliché as it is, I noticed this guy as soon as he came upstairs, but remained aloof, as I had earlier decided that it was much too much effort, and was about to lodge into some serious chain smoking action. But then, I saw my chance: I put on my best charming, flirtatious and non man-eating smile and went for it. I was aloof. I was sweet. I sucked at pool, and I laughed at myself. And I got a response. I also have a rendezvous next weekend. And I’m not the only one, which makes me quite happy.

-Which brings me to the present day, dear readers. The only thing left to report is that I have to be in bed before the sun sets, as I have to be up at the ungodly hour of 5am. I wasn’t aware that there was life before 9am, but according to Legacy Enterprises, there sure is. I have to be at work –perky, I might add- at a frightening 8am. *sigh* I hate travel time. Is it wrong to show up on your first day in a hoodie and sweats? Because 4 inch heels don’t sound like a world of fun at 6am….Whatever, here I go to complete my transcendence of my comfort zone. Wish me luck.


Thanks for making it through. You’re a star.

-K

Quote du Jour

“Hey I think you need an attitude adjustment
Knock-down drag out
I got to make myself a latitude adjustment
With or without”
-Steven Tyler