What's With All The Punching of the Head?

So I'm having a nice little Saturday night when Kim exclaims, "So how do I get mentioned in the blog?" and then punched me in the side of the head....

Well, that would do it. Course the

The Yelling "Leanimal" while doing high kicks down the stairs at the Kingston when you first see me
or
The Smacking my ass at any given moment & informing me that I like it
or
The Smearing cake across my chest
or
The how low can you go contest followed by the dance off.
or
The incessent requesting of Jon Bon all night

Any of those... any of those would get you mentioned in the blog. However the combination of the above makes this entry dedicated to you. Unfortunately, she left for Costa Rica today & will not read this for several weeks. So it's kinda moot but if I punched me in the head, I'd leave the country too. I did however, immediately punch her in the face. Needless to say, yesterday we were both a little sore.

I highly doubt she was the only person Sunday morning that was feeling not-so-hot. Three seperate people in three different situations declared in their opening sentences, "I gotta make some changes.... I can't keep living like this". It was declared that yesterday was "Universal Hating Yourself Day" which can only be followed today with "Universal Day One: How Long Will This Last?"

I give it about a day.

Shaloa was not one of the self loathers Sunday morning. No, in fact, she was our voice of reason saturday night. I will admit there was a teeny bit of loathing going on in my boat. Course it had nothing to do with the above. Ok may be a little, Kim was my enabler Saturday Night... I was totally fine but after about the 4th Shooter, things started getting a little fuzzy for me and all of the above not only seemed like fair & reasonable occurances but more like great ideas.

Rather it's the flurry of phone calls at 230am that started the demise of the evening. When I saw Stine I really should have just handed over my phone, but really by the time I got into the Roxy it was too late. The damage was done. The embaressment had ensued. The drama dial had occurred. At that time of the night, I was on the fence between drunk irrational & lucid reasonable. So damage control Sunday morning was minimal. However... THAT wasn't even the icing on the cake. No it is what happened at the Roxy which ruined my entire night for me. Mostly because I'm petty & hold a grudge (Princess Nalini can attest to my stubborness Although, I still don't believe I'm THAT stubborn) but that was crap... I can safely say that I will NEVER go to the Roxy again.

It's about here where I lost Shaloa & Kim. Top Gun is right.... you should NEVER leave your wingman