Dumb

You know a couple of weeks ago I should have learned my lesson about going out on a Wednesday with Eric and Randy, but I didn’t. I doubt I’ll learn it this time either. Sometimes I’m dense like that.

After work yesterday I went to meet up with Eric and Randy for dinner at Freebirds. I love their queso, it’s what makes them so much better than Chipotle. Why doesn’t Chipotle have chips and queso? COME ON!?!?!? This is Austin, every place has chips and queso!

I used my GPS to get to Freebirds, not because I didn’t know where I was going, but because it’s fun and… well… I always forget where to exit. Like the dense idiot that I can be, I didn’t listen to the GPS and exited too early, then had to go way out of the way to do a turnaround, then exited on time, but missed the turn and had to backtrack. GPS needs to learn how to take control of the vehicle.

After dinner I went to Eric’s to hang out and color. We were supposed to watch a movie, but we started off watching this week’s episodes of Dancing with the Stars. Eric had bought this giant sized Hello Kitty coloring book and I had brought my little Hello Kitty coloring book, my markers, my crayons, and my colored pencils. We picked out some stuff and went to work.

Oooh, we took a break and Eric took me to show me his Wii room. OMFG. It is so cute. He dedicated an entire bedroom to the Wii and painted it with Wii logos and stuff. SO CUTE. I should have taken pics, but I think he’s keeping it on the down low until it’s all finished.

Speaking of the Wii… I totally think it should be pronounced like WHY EYE, not WE. WHY EYE is so much funnier, unless you say Weeeee, which is cute too.

Randy ended up making an appearance about a half hour later. First he kind of made fun of us for coloring, but soon he joined in and got all serious about it, even neglecting his alcohol so he could concentrate. You know it’s serious when alcohol is getting neglected.

Those fools were coloring for reals SLOW, because I was able to color two AWESOME sheets in the length of time they did one. Granted Eric’s was super complicated and stuff, but still. S L O W

Randy talked us into going out downtown. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but there was arm twisting, guns pointed to heads, and offering up of first borns and all. Peer pressure is hard!

We went to Rain, and like NOBODY was there at first; just some sad souls butchering songs doing SCAREoke. There was one, OMG, he sounded like a Basset Hound howling at the moon (moon, sun, cat, feel free to fill in your own noun if you wish). It was dreadful. Like you couldn’t even try to be polite and pretend it was cute. No. HORRID. Couldn’t understand a word he was singing, it was all moans and howling.

There was one “thing” that sang, I think it was a guy cuz it was named Omar, but Eric swore it was a woman. I’m positive it was a guy because it was SUPER FLAMING SASSY. It looked like a real butch woman, but a real butch woman would not be a SUPER FLAMING SASSY PANTS, so it had to be a gay guy. Anyway, He/She/It could SING. I forgot what he sang, but he sang it well and sounded a little like Wynona at times.

There was a girl that sang, “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion and she was FANTASTIC. At times you would have thought Celine was right there, pounding on her chest and wildly flailing her hands and wrists around. What cracked me up was when she first started singing they had the backing vocals on and she got a few lines into the song and was like, “Wait! Who is this singing with me? Turn that off.” All diva! Then I was wondering why if they had backing vocals did we have to listen to Mr. Basset Hound howling away when he could have been drowned out. HELLO!

We went over to OCH for a while, but it was even deader, so we went back to Rain. It got busier as the night went on, but still there weren’t really a lot of fun and interesting people out. There wasn’t anyone worth stalking or kissing. Oh, which brings me to my next point; I’m not kissing random boys anymore. That just leads to trouble and/or the Herpe lip, which thankfully I have not gotten… cuz once you have the Herpe lip, it’s over. You have to hide out at home and tell people you have a cold sore and walk around all shamed and gross, trying to cover your mouth with your hand. You know how you people do.

Of course that is not an easy thing to do when alcohol is involved, so I will need to really cut back on the drinking in public. Wish me luck on that one!

We ended up leaving downtown, and by leaving I mean dragging someone’s drunk butt to the car (FYI not my drunk butt). I had stopped drinking early on and was drinking water in a glass pretending it was alcohol. Drunk people will believe anything.

I didn’t get home until 1:45. OMG. STUPID. I was finally getting caught up on my sleep and now I’m back to square one, worse than square one, I’m on square negative two.