Friday, 04 May 2012
So hang on loosely but don't let go
Man, let me splain something to you.
You may think that brownie batter and alcohol make for a good dinner, but....sadly, your body won't think so just a little while later. It will take vengeance. :P My heartbeat is quicker than normal and I'm all woozy. Wooooooooooooo...zy.
I kinda want to go to McThemePark this weekend. Too bad I'm working. On that overtime ish!
Anyway. Going out to the bar with the guys went well. They played pool and I watched them play pool and one of them awkwardly flirted with me and even more awkwardly apologized for flirting with me. So funny.
But at the bar today, (we went directly from work) they had a ton of songs playing in a row thusly:
Gives you Hell, then Son of a Sailor, then Wish You Were Here, then Hang on Loosely.
You know, I'd never heard Hang On Loosely all the way through, until tonight. It's a good song.
Have a gif I saw @godfatherofgreenbay reblog on Tumblr today:
<3. I love it. I can't stop looking at it.
Anyway. I'm loving work right now. My mentor/friend asked/begged me to go to lunch with her, and my coworker that I thought was all grumpy towards me joked around with me, and then there was the bar with the guys after work, and tomorrow they're bringing me food and I'm bringing them brownies with cookie dough frosting, and some other people asked me to lunch tomorrow. It's like everything socially that is connected with my job is falling into place. It's wonderful.
Yesterday, I was working on something with a supervisor, and he asked me whose wedding ring I was wearing around my neck. I told him that it was from my high school sweetheart, and he told me about how the funeral home that buried his grandmother hadn't taken the rings off, so they dug her back up after a couple of months to get her rings back. Poor dear, he still looked so upset.
I wondered what would happen to this ring, when I die. I guess we'll cross that bridge when it comes.
Anyway. Hang on loosely. It's a good song. I'm going to listen to it about a half-dozen more times.
Time for me to go to sleep so I can get up tomorrow and run and finish the cupcakes and go to workkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
Wooooooo...zy. Night, everyone.