End of the world and I feel fine

131Remember that song with the lyrics of, “it’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine…?” I always tried to decipher what they were saying outside of those lyrics but could only pick out the paused and pointed words. I didn’t know there was supposed to be another end of the world prophecy or thing going on, except I found out through blogging about it. I swear there was a recent one where I worked it and some of the superstitious girls were mumbling about the end of the world.

Personally for me I am taking the ‘end of the world’ in my own hands by going to none other than an end of the world party. My husband and I haven’t gone to a party since his Halloween work party which was so much fun and I am a bit of a party animal.

Combine partying with being inside of a museum, which I’ve loved going to them since I was a little girl, and you have absolute bliss for me.

Two delightful endeavors

winepaintingBeing in a new place will open you up to the idea that you need to step out of your shell. Because the people who were allowed a look at you without your shell on, being vulnerable when you really do like to keep it on, are no longer there. Those limited people you can trust, aka, friends, now live miles away and try as you might those miles add up. Let alone you could never let your shell off unless if you felt safe with that person outside of work and giving yourself permission to be exposed.

I am quite happy in my shell, yet, I absolutely love to dance and have fun at the same time. Drinking is my forte and if you pair drinking with something civilized like say… Painting, it makes it much more interesting. Now, put a bunch of people with byob for the painting class and you are bound to have a good time, right?

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love dancing and would go dancing if I knew places that had good music but I’m still figuring out things as I go. And, my husband and I have an overwhelming supply of wine in our apartment that never gets touched so it helps clearing those bottles out too. We still have two cases full of wine still not unloaded from our honeymoon and a whole complete wine case full from before we first met.

The first time I went I didn’t know you should bring your own snacks too, and your own wine glass if you didn’t want to be drinking out of a plastic cup. My more recent time I went to do this I prepped up with crackers, napkins, a proper glass, and a cute little bag to hold everything and my wine in. You can tell the crowd who goes there, couples who are married, dating, or a group of women looking to have a good time out. No one comes to these byob drinking and painting classes alone, and people tend to pair off into their respected groups.

I would go with my husband but he isn’t much of a painter, or a drinker for that matter, so he luckily agrees to being my designated driver. It’s really a lot of fun to interact with the people around you and to see the differences of how everyone’s painting comes out. We all are painting the same thing, yet, how we interrupt it or put certain colors together makes every painting unique to its owner.

Also, I tend to get painters envy and I think everyone else painting has this same problem. You like a detail of someone else’s painting more and suddenly yours just isn’t turning out the way you want to. I think it’s extremely common because I see and hear everyone doing this, including myself. But, looking back on it that splash of yellow, or the red in your painting instead of blue is totally you.

Scum and Bums

I went out to dinner with some of the girls last night and then drinking and dancing (mainly just me dancing, they weren’t drunk enough) and let me not forget to remind myself that not only am I working today, but I’m pretty much 100% booked. But the man was out, and not here, so I haven’t been able to spend my weekend with him the way I’ve wanted to. He told me to go have fun with the girls, be careful, and no jello shots.

I don’t know how people do it. How they go out there, drink, drink, drink, and then grind themselves on men. My vibe I have is maybe look at me, but don’t you dare start dancing next to me if you’re a guy and think it’s okay. I dance because I love it, not for men to start grinding their crotch into my leg. That’s a bad dog, stop humping it.

It doesn’t help that the three girls I go out with are so pretty, and so skinny, and I think I’m like the ugly friend brought along to heighten their attractiveness. Okay, I won’t be too mean on myself, but I’ve always been one to repel guys and the one thing going for me is my chest. My chest is banging, but I wouldn’t want those guys touching me any ways. Doing something like this either makes you feel more attractive for men hitting on you (not the case) or just gives you more appreciation for the man you have in your life. When I went on a recent trip I was excited by some guys noticing, this time I’d just run from the creepy guy with a camera whose taking pictures of… everyone. And the dipshit who bumps into me, hard, and I give him the evil eye and he goes, “WHOO!”

I’m feeling the latter one with appreciation of what you got. He sent me the hottest little sexts when I was out at dinner, it was too much fun. The girls suspected something but I didn’t tell them what was up. I’ve missed him this weekend and it hasn’t felt the same not to come home to him after work and have him be there. The thing is I am not a clubbing kind of girl, besides the dancing part, and I’ve never really needed to explore going wild, drinking like crazy, just to bring out who I really am. My mom has told me sometimes I should experience it, just to get it out of my system, but I don’t need to to realize that there’s bums and scums out there.

Or, drink until I’m so drunk I’m just spilling drinks and laughing. All the alcohol should be drank up, not tossed on the floor. I had one chocolate martini (so damn good) and one vodka and cranberry, both that I drank within 5 min. That’s how I drink, it’s gone before you know it, but I tend to not feel even though the girls took 2 hours to drink like 5 drinks, which would normally take me about… 30 min, probably. I thought that I’d be a lightweight whenever I’d start drinking now.

Well,  I know I can drink everyone and anyone under the table.