In A Nut Shell

Monday- I was supposed to work Christmas Eve until 1 a.m. I was there for two hours when my manager told me I could go home. So a coworker and I did the only logical thing to do. We went out to a dive bar and got drunk.

Tuesday- I’m still not sure if I was hung over or still drunk from the night before, but I woke up bright and early for the three-hour drive to my hometown on Christmas day. (My mom wouldn’t let anyone open presents until I got there). I guess on the plus side there was no traffic. Christmas with the family was awesome. I got the digital, but unfortunately, no booty. :(

Wednesday- I finally got to sleep in. Hung out with the family, then later that night went to go hang out with some friends from back in the day. I love my people, but they are a cross between Rick James and the movie Half Baked. I joined them in the rotation only because I rarely come home to visit and it was just convenient where I was sitting. I’ve never eaten so much Taco Bell in my life.

Thursday- I met up with my girl and we rode out to the city to go-go dance a special event dressed as Vegas Show girls. To sum up the night with a few key words I’d have to go with, alcohol (of course), booty shorts, Coyote Ugly and what happened on Thursday can only be retold through a camera.

Friday- There is only one club/bar/lounge in the small town that I grew up in. On the holidays everyone I’ve ever grown up with is usually there getting sh*t faced. I was game so I hit up an old friend of mine and we went and shook things up. We basically got drunk, again, and I lied about never eating so much Taco Bell in my life.

Saturday- I left my parents house, (where I’d been crashing all week) took my younger brother to the airport before driving home to go work an eight-hour shift.

It’s a wrap. I’m tired. My dawgs are barking and I think I have alcohol seeping through my pores. I know I’ve been MIA (missing in action) in commenting on blogs. I should be back to my regular scheduled program Tuesday…

Happy New Year!!!