Feeling OLD? I am!

Dirty This is so going to be you....I have no idea WHO this lady *ahem* grandma is...I do know that I feel SUPER old today. That is the reason that I am bring y'all this...I HATE that I can not live on 2 hours of sleep anymore. I HATE that I can drink all night and hang with the "boys" and yet still go home alone. (rolls eyes, of course I could have any guy...just none that are worthy. ~squirming in my seat and waving arm~) I am only picking on DB because she went through a flipping off phase, and therefore I HONESTLY beleive this could be her e-mail/thumnail some day. *giggles* Of course we will be on the front porch, in our rocking chairs, yelling at them "damn whipper snappers" to "SLOW DOWN" or something crazy. We will have out afternoon "toddies" and gossip of the days gone by....*deep sigh*

I went out to support my brother at a new bar last night. SHOCKING how many peeps are out on a Sunday night. SHOCKING I say. Anyway, I really liked the design of the place. It was 1/2 inside and 1/2 outside. Fabulous! The smokers and their "little friends" can hang there while I still get to enjoy their company.

The night started out with me driving to the other side of the world, to Snobsdale. OK I know, I lived there too, but seriously, sometimes! ~shakes head~ they just act all superior as if they don't have more debt than worth...Back to my story. Jeshhh. OK. I get settled in for a night of "kamakzi Karaoke" which is, for those who are not familiar, the KJ picks a song at random and no matter WHAT it is, you sing it. ~shrugs shoulders~ Not a biggie for me...I know he won't make me sound STUPID...Then again, it does explain that Cake song I had to sing. OK, so the idea is to try and sing songs you wouldn't normally sing. Plus it "spices" up the entertainment value, especially for us "vetrans" of the singing world.

I was first to arrive, then Peco, Scuba Steve and Prick stood us up.(yes he enjoys the nick name?!?!? He a bit off) Since the party must go on...we made do. The night took an intresting twist when "A-boobie" up. This is (for those of you still hanging on to my story) Peco's ex Whom dated Brother CJ too...~Shakes head~ Long story..I won't bore you, yes I will. They basically did what guys do, hit each other and laugh about how she is a notch for them both.

Back to her nick name, since her boobs enter the room long before she does, AND SHE IS ABOUT 120 LBS STANDING 5'7''...I nick named her "aboobie"...Lovely gal...changed a bit in the last 5 years. For example, she now finds women attractive, but isn't a lesbian??? Anyone? Yeah that was my take on that...

Peco arrives and heads immediatly to the "idiot box" AKA gaming touch screen. I patiently sit there chit chattingabout all the bar fly moments and exchanging joke. Meanwhile, the guy sitting next to me starts YELLING at some friend of his, as he is too lazy to get up and walk over to tell him not to leave with out him (this is in the outside part of the bar) . So to better help you understand he is this LARGE black man, with a Jamacian (fake?) accent YELLING at his friend...Then he turns to me and apologizes. No problem! Meanwhile security and the "manager" are swooped around us like the SWAT team busting down the door to a crack house. I just kept thinking..."WHAT THE F**K??" Am I on the West side?? I am in Snobsdale right? LOL ;o) Thankfully everyone came out just fine and I managed to get a free drink out of it. ;o)

Next, Scuba Steve shows up. Now Scuba is a TALL drink of water! A perfect piece of eye candy and a personality to match. He is dark brown hair, 6'1, broad shoulders, gorgous baby blues, and dimples on his cheeks, (his face ladies) that are just southern, butter melting fresh! Plus he is all about the"style". He has a "tricked out" BMW that have the pull up doors, kind of like the delorian...Fancy smancy. So He works at one of the many bars that I am a vendor for...Plus I have known him since...damn I am old. going on 7 years now. Anyway, He is hands down one of THE best bartender's I know. Sadly, he is a heartbreaker, and leaves all the girls drooling. All in all we are a bunch of good looking people, out having a smashing time. Sometimes, I reflect How I could have such grerat friends. I often wonder why I am in the group. Then of course, I am "sister" Bambi. I oogle the chicks and rate them, (when in Rome right?) I help getthem "hooked" up. Ladies are always asking for Scuba's #. I of course give them the 555-babe line. he he he he he. hey they actaully believe me. NOT to mention I love watching his face get that look...you know the scrunched up face of "you did what???" then as famous as the 8675-3ooooh9 number, he starts laughing and buys me a shot!

I love nights and memories like that, the "moments" that make life "extrodinary".

Today, my 2 hours of sleep is all worth it. I still hate that I am getting older...Wiser? *cough* yes, but I just am not sure I can live on only 2 hours of sleep. ~looks at the clock~ Is it nap time yet?!?!?!