In the immortal words of J Timberlake:
(Thank you Laura for sending me this)
And if you don’t get it, please watch this classic music video and seriously reconsider what you are doing with your life. Anyway, it’s May bitchessssssss. The best month of the year. School ends, you can wear flip flops everywhere you go, it’s okay to be permanently pink from the sun, and it’s my birthday month. In anticipation of this most wonderful and important month, we took it easy this weekend. Mainly, we did a lot of this:
Because we are wild and crazy girls. She is so sweet when she isn’t conscious. On Saturday night Caroline decided we were going to watch a baseball game. So Caroline, Greg (her boyfriend), and I loaded up and headed to the baseball field. Unfortunately, we learned that Caroline can’t read as we trolled the empty and silent parking lots. The game was out of town. So we did the next best thing, headed to a bar. We hit up The Executive Surf Club which is pretty much the only place I will drink in public in Corpus Christi. I’m high-maintenance about where I’ll get my drank on.
Even though we had just eaten dinner, we walked in the door and were hit in the face by the pleasantly savory scent of fried carbs. So naturally, we had to get some immediately.
I love queso so hard. We actually ended up with two orders of it because one bowl of melted cheese just wasn’t enough. And then we drank.
It was a good time. Just the three of us. We can make it if we tryyyyyyyyyyyyyy, just the three of us, you and you and IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. Eventually some of Caroline’s weird little engineer guy friends (<— my kind of people) joined us and we had a rousing debate on whether it awesome or awful that this shriveled little 70 year old man was hitting on every female he passed. And he was working hard at it. Little creeper. Finally, in perhaps one of the best things that has happened to me in a long time, I discovered that Alaskan Brewery beer is FINALLY in Texas. I was clapping and hopping and so very excited.
It has been about 10 months since my lips last tasted the Alaskan Amber. It was a beautiful reunion. After a quick stop at Walmart for food and candy we made it home around midnight. I was supposed to wake up at 5 to go fishing with Caroline and Greg, but I warned them Saturday night that if they even breathed near my door on Sunday morning, their mothers would never find their bodies. While I slept, Caroline caught us some dinner.
Such a little beast. Other than my jaunt out into the world on Saturday night, I pretty much spent the entire weekend either laying on the couch or laying by the pool reading. I couldn’t even be bothered to put pants on to go see a movie. I’m going to try again to make it to the theater this weekend, but we will see. All I did was eat and eat and eat and nap and eat some more. So many Oreos are MIA. It was impressive, until I had to roll into work Monday morning. I felt like a tumescent blueberry.
Salt and sugar are so very very delicious. Oh well, it was worth every scrumptious bite, even if walking leaves me breathless. And I FINALLY got caught up on Game of Thrones. So much WTF-ery going on. Amazing.