special note: this post was written sober, added to after drinking, and finished after sobering up... work with me.

in a fit of awesomeness, i went out with best friend and rx with girlfriends in tow for drinks and dominoes. mostly drinks, but after reviewing the photos this morning, apparently there were some dominoes in there too.

we met up at riprocks to see some soul kitchen. i was digging it more than usual and talked to a stranger in a less-awkward-than-usual fashion.







we drank a little more at cool beans... the whiskey starts... and i'd say that my emotional level is at about a 4.




welcome to best friend's bathroom. also, if you take pictures like these and don't delete then, this is what happens. readers, meet rx.





tx is amazing. i can't wait to sit and chat with her and drink wine and sew and cook and make out... i mean... cook. whatever.





i had no problem finishing this baby off. i heart canadian whiskey.




rx likes to pretend that he's emo. i think he pulls it off.





tx has taken a particular liking to my titties and pretends they look like this...




later, my emotional level increased to about a 9 and rx and tx were about as awesome as physically possible and drove me to their futon and back to my car in the morning... well... late afternoon... i'm over it.

as of today's game, carlos gomez ((swoon)) is the third youngest player in mlb history to hit for the cycle.

did anyone else catch the interview/articles of ozzie kissing major ass on the twinkies? just how we're always fun to watch and the way we play the game and whatnot. nothing i didn't already know. but i agree that gomez's career will definitely be epic. i'm already waiting for this years new spread of topps cards so i can frame him up with my other greats. ((bert blylevin, paul molitor, brad radke, kirby puckett, and of course.... wally the beerman))

tonight was something of a different sort. i chilled with brothers and sons at the pourhouse and applebees. loud but chill and too much laughing and drinks... again.

drama ensued when jxnumbereighty-five went through my texting inbox while i was in the ladies room to find texts from homeboy. something about boys i'm not dating becoming ultra-possessive over other boys i'm not dating makes me frustrated5000. maybe i should have had more to drink.

i looked at my frogs just in time to watch snowflake face plant into the wall trying to catch a fly buzzing around the cage. i love those kids.






today at the og, i was the alcohol-sales contest battleship captain of the 10.30 team. we were victorious with the sinking of three ships with only two misses! i won a black tie mousse cake. sweet.




last night best friend and i danced away to the sounds of soul kitchen at the boiler room while homeboy pretended that he didn't know me. dancing will not be photo-documented until homeboy gets his new camera that will ship in 3-5 business days, but i assure you, a quality time was had by all.







after work, manager wx asked if i would be willing to stop by wal-mart to purchase $40 of kale. have you ever seen $40 of kale? apparently og manager wx hadn't either. it's a lot of kale. i cleaned out wal-mart, kroger and albertsen's with $6.27 to spare. filled my entire passenger seat. wx was impressed and the og is forever debted for my services.