the low down

it's been quite the last few days, friends and neighbors. esteban came in on thursday night, and except for the time he spent with his fam, esteban, stuey and i were inseparable. it was quite the learning experience... my liver hurts real bad, right now, i'm ashamed to say. i learned several new words, none of which are blogable, but are fun to know, just the same. i learned that club soda actually does get red wine stains out of carpet the hard way. i also became esteban and stuey's favorite female friend because i helped them wax and shave their backs. it was highly entertaining, much like my habitual use of the cell phone while intoxicated. my apologies to you fine people who got called...a lady had a long night.

we also managed to crashed a james bond party (at a bar, not at a house--we do have SOME class...)on thursday-- the bond people gave us big stink-eye for showing up to their party in jeans and flip flops. esteban insisted on wearing the conical hat (like a rice hat) he'd bought at party pig around all night thursday night. shocker that it ended up sans it's elastic strap and died and undignified death on my dining room table.

to say that we had a good visit seems a horrible understatement. we celebrated his trip and my soon departure from the current job in style last night-- esteban, stuey, and i finished off two bottles (one small pinot and one really huge shiraz) of red, listened to lots of random music, and laughed our heads off. i woke up at four and had to take two advil, because it felt like my head was full of tiny people with tiny pick-axes hacking away at my grey matter. i also had to wake up because i was having the worst dreams EVER. scenario one: i am female napoleon dynamite, trying to get across the country and having to sell my favors in the back of a winnebago to get home. awful, awful, awful. Scenario two: i am running a used car lot and attempting to sell cars to the entire cast of dallas. equally weird, but not as awkward as the first scenario. this, friends and neighbors, is why i rarely drink. it messes with my head. real bad.

so the boss has been in and out all day today, so everytime i walk up to his office door to have The Talk, he's busy walking out of it, on the phone, etc. part of me wonders what would happen if i just taped my letter to his door, and left at 5. but, i am a lady, and ladies do things the right way. boo.

consider yourselves caught up. i'm sure there will be another story tomorrow, but hopefully a dreamless night. yay.

mil besos--rmg