The cure for what ails ya

[auntiemeesh]

Two vodka cranberries and a brownie sundae later, I'm feeling no pain. Tonight was girls' night out and I had a great time. I was feeling pretty lousy and down on myself last night, but as always a good (or at least passable) night's rest did a good job of getting me jump started and a night out with fun folks put the kibosh on the gloom and doom.

It was a good group of women out tonight, everyone ready for fun and the abusing of all the men we know. lyda_pearl, whtmtnwmn, T and I played a couple games of pool. It was possibly the worst pool anyone had ever seen at the Millyard (the bar we went to) but we didn't care, we laughed and laughed and managed to pretty much at least keep the cue ball from flying off the table and smacking into the crew at the other table.

LP and I ate at home before heading out so I felt justified in ordering dessert - I haven't had a brownie sundae in more years than I can remember and I haven't actually finished a brownie sundae since I was about twelve, but I managed it with ease tonight. Of course, there is a consequence to every action and the overdose of sugar is leaving me feeling oh so disgusting right now, but I really don't give a damn. It was so worth it. *g*

Midway through our pathetic but entertaining attempt at pool, a guy appeared at our table, talking with the non-pool playing women, and he was eventually brought over and introduced to us (S presented us almost like an all-you-can-eat buffet - here you go, pick which woman you want). I'd been told a couple of weeks ago that a mutual acquaintance wanted to hook us up, so it was no great surprise that we ended up exchanging phone numbers at the end of the evening. I doubt if we're any great match, but he knows I'm leaving town at the end of May and he still asked me out, so I'm guessing he isn't looking for any great match, just someone to do stuff with (and get your minds out of the gutter, please, I'm not talking about *that* stuff).

We didn't stay out all that late, but I'm sleepy and need to drink a gallon or two of water to wash all the sugar out of my system before bed.

Now I'm gonna put my jammies on, watch some Scifi Friday and go to sleep. Pleasant dreams, everyone.

Comments

[westwindschild.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a really good evening. Here's to comfy jammies after a pleasant evening in convivial company!!
Hope you have pleasant dreams after your evening out.
With Love.

[auntiemeesh.livejournal.com]

I've actually been having really weird dreams again these past few days.

[westwindschild.livejournal.com]

I won't go into details, beyond mentioning it involved a torrid reunion with George Valentine (my beau when I was 13 years old) and the fact that I was working as assistant foreman on a construction crew, but they can hardly be stranger than the dream I had last night!

[wishkey.livejournal.com]

Sweet dreams! :D

[auntiemeesh.livejournal.com]

I love this icon. So cute!

[wishkey.livejournal.com]

Nothing cuter than a pile of napping puppies!

[ansostuff.livejournal.com]

Girls night out are always fun! :) Glad you had a lovely time.

[auntiemeesh.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Girls night out is a wonderful, sanity-saving thing.

[whtmtnwmn.livejournal.com]

I hadn't had that much fun in a long time. Thanks so much to you and the other fantastic women who joined us!
=D

[auntiemeesh.livejournal.com]

It was a lot of fun!

[westwindschild.livejournal.com]

I love your icon - Data is my favorite character on TNG!

[whtmtnwmn.livejournal.com]

Thanks--he's mine too. Imagine, a male that is programmable and "fully functional" ;)
=D

[westwindschild.livejournal.com]

LOL!
That episode where he and Tasha Yar got it on was always one of my favorites!

[whtmtnwmn.livejournal.com]

Mine too!
=D

[ani-no-mouse.livejournal.com]

Sounds fun! I haven't played pool since lyda_pearl and I played it with a plastic cow ... oh, excuse me, an ANTIQUE plastic cow! So, I'm sure I would really be inept at it now with no fine collectibles to help me!

So - for the big question (and I'm glad I'm too far away for you to hit me for this): Are your taxes done?

[auntiemeesh.livejournal.com]

I know you already saw my other post about my taxes, but I wouldn't have bitten your head off, anyway.

You'll have to explain the plastic cow comment. How exactly do you play pool with a cow?

*is trying to work out the logistics in her head*

fun with Dick and Jane (and the plastic cow!)

[(Anonymous)]

You'll have to explain the plastic cow comment. How exactly do you play pool with a cow?

It's easy (and it's fun): one of you holds the plastic cow while the other shoots pool. A third person takes a photo of the whole process. It was part of a whole series of "plastic cow" photos we took. I imagine LP may have copies somewhere - I don't remember whether they were taken with my camera or hers.

Further explanation: the plastic cow, which was about a foot tall, belonged to the people that owned a house where LP lived one year during college. I stayed with her there when I moved from Lancaster to Pittsburgh - it wasn't right next door, but close enough that for a long time after I moved LP knew more people from Pgh than I did. Anyway, while I was there we took this whole series of photos of us doing stuff with the plastic cow. Later the plastic cow got broken somehow and the people who owned it were really angry because it was an antique plastic cow. We thought this was hilarious - after all, how can something that is plastic be an antique? Now we know better - I saw a Chevette with an "antique car" license plate on it recently and it nearly made me gag. But there you go.