A Major Lack of Shenanigans

Sometimes I can't help but think "what the fuck is wrong with me?" A girl in her early 20's shouldn't be spending her weekend at home. But that's what I did a couple weekends ago (and many many weekends before that.) I lazed around. I went to bed early Friday night, woke up early-ish Saturday morning. Took my nephews to my work Kid's Christmas Party, had dinner with my brother and his family, came home and played on the computer until 11, then watched a movie by myself and went to bed. Seriously, what kind of fucking life is that for a girl my age?

But the other extreme doesn't interest me so much. Going out to bars and clubs, drinking my ass off doesn't seem like so much fun. When I do go out and party, it's always in the city close to mine, but I can't make it out there every weekend. I should probably make an effort to go there more often. I always have a blast. I always meet new people. And I always, ALWAYS get into some sort of drunken shenanigans, that usually ends up with me injured slightly.

(here's my battered legs from this summer. Sprained ankle, bruises, and scrapes. Always injuring myself while drunk. *sigh*)

This last weekend was supposed to be exciting and filled with booze and friends. My original plan was to go out to a pub with one of my good friends. But due to an embarrassing drunken moment she had earlier in the week, she's now on a No Booze Cruise. So instead we went to see Paranormal Activity. I should add, at this point, that I love scary movies. I'm also terrified of them. I mean a cheesy thriller like Halloween or something, I can handle. But when it comes to any sort of unseen entity, I lose. my. shit. I watched the movie and was fine. I got home and got insanely freaked out. Every single noise made me go crazy. You know that hot sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when something seriously rattles you? I got that feeling every few minutes. I'm not even joking.

Anyways, I ended up staying up all night on Friday, watching stupidly funny movies on tv (to distract myself from the idea that there just might be a demon following me around like in P.A.). My plan for Saturday was my work Christmas party. I was going to get drunk. I had planned on getting drunk. I mean, I might get into shenanigans that result in me injuring myself when I'm drunk, but I figure that's alright at a work Christmas party. It's better than the female manager that mooned someone a few years before. Or the guy that ended up throwing a punch at one of the managers last year (knocking him to the ground and when his wife went to help him up the guy that threw the punch accidentally booted her in the face. He was arrested and fired. Obviously.) So me trying to slide down a banister and falling and hurting myself will be nothing compared to other years.

But that didn't happen. Not at all. The work Christmas party wasn't fun at all. The food was good. The drinks were expensive. I bailed at 9 and drove out to the city to visit my friend, Big Amanda (she's 6' tall...when we are together we are referred to as Big Amanda and Little Amanda). Big Amanda is always up to crazy shenanigans so I figured I was in luck. When I got to her apartment, I couldn't help but notice the fact that she was in pajamas. "So what's the plan?" I asked her. "Figured we stay in, drink some beers, smoke some weed. Not into going out tonight." I mean, I wasn't necessarily disappointed. All of those things seemed like a rad plan but that just adds one more night of lazy to my weekend. And on top of that, I got way too high and went all paranoid and weird.

Sunday, I went to Big Amanda's parents house to have tea and watch the finale of Amazing Race. I'm. So. Lame.

This upcoming weekend, I have a Christmas party to go to at a friend's house. I have a feeling it's going to be pretty mellow. They're my "mellow" friends. We'll probably have a few drinks and that'll be it.

I need to spice up my friggin' life a little!