Thursday, January 1, 2009

Who stole my tonsils?

Cuz this have this odd tingling sensation at the back of my throat where my tonsils should be. Could have been the smoke. Could have been the screaming for my favorite drag queen of all time. Could have been the random people grabbing me for a new years kiss. I hope no one was contagious. Would hate to have to hunt people down and sue them for giving me germs, because that would be all kinds of time consuming and costly. Maybe it was the drunk chic who decided that she needed to come into my stall while I was mid stream and stand there and wait to use the potty after me. She was checking herself in the mirror (no locks and handicapped stall in case anyone needed me to clear that up) and I was all like, "Excuse me, can't you see that I am a little busy here and WHAT THE FUCK, BITCH!"

She was all (slurred), "Oh take your time, honey! I can wait. How ya doing there? Having a Happy New Year and all?"

I was all zipping up and trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible so I could go to another bathroom at the complete opposite end of the bar to wash my hands. I don't mind drunk people and all, just not all up in my stall. Especially while bidness is going on. Should have borrowed some duct tape from a queen to tape the door shut...

Anyway. We survived. A good time was had by all. Punk went with her dad to go see the fireworks downtown after she ate pizza with him. She said she had a fun time. Yay!

My new Crocs that I got from my mom for Xmas held up really well. My feet didn't hurt at all except for my pinkie toes which were rubbed the wrong way, but I bribed them and sweet talked them and now we have made nice.

And I just noticed that when I added that picture to my blog for you nice folks to check out my awesome shoes...blogger decided that my sentence structure and spacing in between sentences was not to its liking and decided to change that for me. Well call me a corn dog and bite me. That just sucked buckets and now I have to go back and change it all. BRB. OK, back.

So anyway. Just wanted to make sure everyone got off on the right note this year with a couple of references to other blogs that I think are absolutely hilarious. Laughter is the best medicine to cure all your ills, right? Let's hope the hangovers are a distant memory. We wouldn't want you laughing til you puke, now, would we?


Meuse said...

yeah, sooooo you noticed that all raspy and sexy deep draging tone like youve- been-on-hormones-for-a-while-already... drag to your voice too eh? huh...thought it was just mine this am. ha. gotta love it. dad even asked what was up....told em it was from hollerin at the show and countin down.

Feisty Irish Wench said...

Slept till noon, still in my pink flannel pajamas (gift from MIL Christmas 2007), and my coffee is now cold. But I luuuurrrves my new cawfiepawt.
Oh yea, and my ham? still frozen.

word verf? uppload - real word, misspelled. not a lot of fun to play with either.

The Girl Next Door said...

Your night sounds crazy! You almost had enough fun for both of us. When midnight struck I was typing jury instructions furiously on the computer and annoyed that someone would call an interrupt - it was the boyfriend saying "Happy new year." Oops.

Hope you have a quick recovery and a great new year!

MrsSoersdal said...

Wow. To be able to go out again.. sigh... next year :)

I drank two glasses of champagne then felt guilty about saturating my milk with alcohol so spent 15 minutes cramming my face with string cheese to try and reduce my BAL before my milk turned into wine, so to speak, since I don't have a pump so I can't just get rid of it.

Happy New Year :)

Busy Bee Suz said...

So glad you are in better shape than last year...get some vitamin c, eat an orange and drink some OJ. STAT!!!!
The crazy woman in the bathroom? what the hey?? Only YOU have stuff like that happening....the crocs are cute. I hate blogger sometimes too,,,,,so irritating.
happy new year!!!!!

SabrinaT said...

Sounds like a good time. Well minus the crazy drunk lady in your potty! All the toilets here talk to you, even when you are sober. Happy New Year.

Meuse said...

oh by the way... someone showed up last night and was lookin for you and he was not a happy camper that you werent there.