The Weekend So Far - 9/8/07

God, I was so drunk last night. Got home at friggin' 5am. WHY oh WHY do I feel the need to check AND SEND emails when I'm wasted? And not just personal, but work emails too? Bad, bad, bad habit.

I had fun talking with this guy last night. At the beginning of the night he didn't seem to care at all who I was and that bugged the shit out of me so my goal was to win him over...which I did. Mission accomplished. Just tell me I can't do something or someone doesn't like me and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to prove you wrong.

I got my karaoke on so about 75 lucky New Yorkers' ears were filled with my amazing smooth-as-silk voice (which is non-existent today because it's apparently not a good idea to have 7 drinks and scream "Be With You" by Mr. Big at the top of your lungs).

I was at the US Open all day today. Gotta love getting 5 hours of drunk sleep...waking up with mascara all over your face and an empty package of swiss cheese on the floor by your bed (I need to hit the grocery store)...sitting in the hot sun all day in the fear-of-heights-inducing "S" row of the 300 section...while wanting to puke up everything you put into your body the night before.

Cheers. Good stuff.

I'm mean...seriously? I haven't learned this lesson yet? I swear to God.

It actually wasn't that bad but it was more fun to exaggerate. It's the Southern girl in me.

I'm playing tennis with my roommate tomorrow. I do this to myself every time I watch a Grand Slam tournament. The pros make it look so easy I think, "This time when I play I'm going to hit the ball really well because I just needed to see how it's done again to refresh my memory." I spend an hour trying to find the one tennis skirt I own so I look like I play all the time...walk onto the court with the confidence of Roger Federer...proceed to hit the ball everywhere except where it's supposed to go...get more and more pissed off at how much I suck...cuss like a sailor...walk off the court with less tennis balls than when I arrived as I most certainly hit one, two or - who am I kidding - all three balls over the fence (Recent reports indicate that some of my miss hits are about to re-enter the Earth's orbit and one from a few years ago was unfortunately just downgraded to the status of "dwarf planet" which was a bummer)...then try to convince myself it's okay that I can't play the way I used to...and go do something I'm still good at. Like, watch TV. Or, make toast.

So that's what I'll be doing tomorrow.