Friday night was good. I went to see Mean Girls, which was excellent. I thought about sticking around to see Troy or something, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Saturday was one of those days where you get a lot accomplished, but it's pretty boring. Yard work, dog bathing, laundry. Claudia and I got sushi at some point, and I don't really remember what I did that night. I think I finished my book and ended up going to bed.
Yesterday was another errand day. I switched cell phone services from Sprint to Verizon, I went to the swatch store to get a battery and switch out a buckle, I went to the Contemporary Art Museum to pick up a present for my dad. I was heading to the paint store to pick up some paint for my front room, when Jose and Claudia called to remind me about our friend Michael's crawfish boil. After picking up a 12 pack as my contribution to the party, I got there around two, consciously aware that I wanted to pace myself on the drinking. I grabbed a beer and nursed it for quite awhile. Chatted with friends, made some more friends, laughed at my brother, who clearly had started hitting the beer with more gusto than I had intended. It was a nice, laid back day. People came and went. Some random Belgian (that word looks fucked up for some reason) guy showed up with a friend and didn't leave until hours after his friend left. It was good. Anyhow, I went inside to grab something non-alcoholic, and somehow ended up with a gin and tonic. That would have taken me from mellow to slightly tipsy, and everything would have been ok, but then Michael dragged about 15 people into the kitchen and started with the shots. Oh, my. The first one was a Mescal mixture. Our friend Paul ended up having to leave quickly to get it out of his system. I'm not quite sure how many shots there were, and I was the only girl for awhile. The other Paul and I got very friendly. Scott and an woman whose name I didn't catch got friendly. Claudia and Jim started laughing at everyone. Michael kept on pouring shots. Anyhow, it was probably ten or eleven by the time it was time to go. Jose had sobered up by this point, and he drove me home and stayed at my house last night.
We were up at around nine, and as far as I know, there weren't any terribly embarrassing incidents. Was a fun time. Though I do have to remind Scott that every time I see him, one of the two of us ends up hammered. I think both of us did last night.
Today is my dad's birthday, so I'll head over to their house tonight and we'll have a nice birthday meal for him. He and mama went to the ranch this weekend for some alone time, so I'm sure they'll be quite frisky when they get back.