Today for example, I don't work until 5:30. I could have gone out last night, slept until noon and still had plenty of time to get ready for work.
Last Thursday night was one of the BPBBs birthdays. If you head over to my Cast and Crew you'll see I've updated it with these boys - there are about 5 main guys in this group. In the spirit of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs I'm calling them: Hyper (who Blondie and I work with), Grumpy, Cocky, Sleepy and Shy.
Thursday was Shy's birthday. Shy works up North on the rigs and is only in town sporadically. We always have a good time with the BPBBs so when I saw Shy come in and sit at the bar while Hyper, Blondie and I were working (best lounge team ever) I knew it was going to be a fun (if a little messy) night.
Turns out Grumpy had stood Shy up (on his birthday!) because he was too tired to go out. I got done work first so I sat with Shy doing shots and chatting. Since Blondie and Hyper weren't scheduled to be off for another hour or so we decided to mosey on over to The Restaurant after-work-hang-out pub while we waited.
Did I mention Shy is nicely built and extremely good looking?
Needless to say, I really didn't mind keeping him entertained while we waited.
Weirdly enough, he's actually a really nice guy too. When the fuck does that ever happen?
So after they were done working, the four of us headed over to the bar we've affectionately nicknamed the WhoreHouse for some Seven-Dollar Triples.
You can guess where this is going.
We danced, we drank...As per usual the boys wouldn't let us pay for anything so we had to sneak away to buy some birthday shots.
Then of course Blondie decided an after party at my house would be a fantastic idea. After all, I did have two bottles of wine, music and no roommate to worry about waking up.
Never mind my white carpets (now stained wino red), my kitten (that Blondie is allergic to) or the fact that I don't have a spare room (no worries - Shy just crashed with me while the other two shared the couches).
I guess not having a day job to worry about isn't such a bad thing...for now*.
*when I come crawling to you people asking for the number to AA, crying that I can't pay rent or my bills and wearing dollar-discount underwear from the Korean lingerie shop I will probably change my tune. Until then, random nights out are in.