In which I totally got some this weekend. Yum.

Saturday night we went out to the P ‘n’ E for dinner and drinks. We sat in the bar. Right before we were served our dinners, a dude walked up to the bar and ordered a double 151 and orange juice. The bartender – also our waitress – brought our food out a couple of minutes later. She sat next to me for a moment and whispered, “That dude? Is like walking liver failure! A double one-fifty-one? Am I even supposed to serve that?”

She went back to work. Not long after, the dude stood up and headed for the head. He got the hallway door open and then proceeded to fall down. Twice. Several kind and concerned patrons helped him to a table, where he nodded out for awhile.

The whole vibe was weird. People were trying to be helpful, but you never know. Was the dude shitfaced when he got there? Having a heart attack? Narcoleptic? Diabetic? What! You just don’t know, so the bar tender called an ambulance.

The EMTs checked the guy’s blood pressure and left. Apparently there were tracks on his arms, so maybe he’d just hit before walking in, and had failed to make it to the john before his nod came on. Who knows. All I know is that the whole episode made me unusually uncomfortable for some reason, and as soon as we were finished eating, we left.

Back at Teh BF’s house, we cuddled into the couch watched one of the best! episodes! of Doctor Who! of ALL TIME! (The penultimate episode of the fourth season rules, IMO. Everybody’s in it.)

When we went to bed, I got mercilessly ravished, for a really long time. Which will teach me to shave… more often. (Heh.)

Sunday I slept in in peace, then a cup of coffee was placed on the bedside table and I got a back rub. (True story. Man spoils me absolutely rotten.) Later we ran errands, stopping at Walmart and the Asia Oriental store for HABA and bento stuff, with a brief interlude at Ti Kalli – one restaurant that hasn’t closed this month – for lunch.

I absolutely love Mexican food, and I love being back in a town where there’s tons of it.

Then we watched the Super Bowl. I read the #superbowl hashtag on Twitter throughout the entire game – it was sort of like being at a huge online party, and it was a laff riot to boot. (I nearly fell off the couch when everyone started freaking out about Bruce teabagging the camera man, OMFG. So funny.)

After the game I got Teh BF take me to the grocery store for veggies, and then he dropped me off at home. I rescued my laundry from the basement, packed my lunch, and went to bed a little past midnight.

I so did not want to get up this morning. It was a really rough wake up for me, so I comforted myself with an awesome veggie omelet and a big mug of tea. Feeling better after that, I went to take a shower… and ran out of fucking hot water before I could condition my hair! GAH! (The side apartment shares the water heater with the house proper and there’s currently a couple with two kids stuffed in that tiny 1-bedroom over there.) (Come to think of it, I ran out of hot water last Monday morning, too, so apparently they both shower on Monday mornings.) Running out of hot water pisses me off, but it was ultimately good for me in the sense that I was ready with enough time to walk to work this morning instead of driving my brother’s truck.

I know, I know. This entry wasn’t worth the time it took to write it; I just wanted to gloat about the AWESOME NOOKIE, that’s all. Can you blame me?