long azz day

my stupid alarm clock is broken. damn debbie travis canadian tire wannabe martha stewart chic crap!
S T E U P S!!!!!!!

first: all day at school.... from minutes to 7 until 445.
selling junk. haggling with people - or refusing to haggle as the case may be. it's a FUNDRAISER! the money isn't going into our pockets. if we had wanted to GIVE stuff away, we would have spread the items out on the side of the beetham highway =|

a student from our SCHOOL even tried to rip us off.

so. ultra. classy.

home to bathe, nap, plan the outfit for the night, then get dressed to "party" with the old people. and they all knew that the oldie party was a bump on the road to our night on the town. they were pleasant. even jovial. and humourous. but old. bless them. one day i'll get there. one lady was even wearing her dress inside out. INSIDE OUT!
that's when you know you wear too much synthetic floral print clothing - it all looks the same

efforts to leave at a reasonable time were thwarted by some indecisiveness/confusion and all around poor communication between several parties.

fortunately, i got the car parked at seconds to 11, and we were super ultra grown and sexy, so they let us in free. a cousin of one of our coworkers can't handle his alcohol (reminiscent of another staff member from years past). he soon started grabbing me more than necessary (which was every time he touched me. 1 touch is more than necessary), and spilling his drink.

the last straw came when he came up to me for the upteenth time to tell me that my revealing dress was "simply incredible". so moved was he by this recurring epiphany that he dropped an entire FRESH screwdriver -cherries and all- at my feet. which splashed on my leg and the ankles of about 5 other women standing near by.

then,

he did the drunky stumble step backwards into a crowd of girls that had been dancing next to us for quite some time.

it was at that point that i decided the guys needed to be put on notice of his condition and he should be forced to SIT and drink water, since he was obviously incapable of simultaneously standing AND drinking anything that wasn't in a sippy cup.
yes, i had to go into momma mode. i was the DD for the night so i was straight enough to be annoyed at and embarassed for our [new] friend Drunky.

we finally connected him with a glass of water, and he stopped pawing at me and started fawning over another female in our group. classy.

besides drunky mcdrunkins, the night was pretty good.

interesting fact: 2 larges cups of cranberry juice (diuretic), 1 rum and coke (diuretic), 1 large cup of gingerale and 1 large mouthful of red bull (caffeine - diuretic that tastes like ass) = me with pasties.

i was wondering why my mouth was so dry and i was hot and thirsty - without having consumed anything illegal.

now i've just finished eating 2 homemade choco chip cookies at 345 and still rubbing tiger balm on the sore parts.

all in a days jaunt