Girls Night

I have never been the type of girl that has a lot of girlfriends. Therefore, needless to say, girls night for me are far and in between. When they do occur, like in the case of last night, I have no problem having a few drinks and shaking my ass with the best of them.

Last night did make me realize that there are two types of going out girls. There are type A classy girls. The girls that are quite literally just out to have fun with their girlfriends, these girls are usually involved in a long term relationship and spend most of the night swatting the riffraff away. While it is always nice to hear that you are pretty a type A girl does no respond well to being grabbed or stalked but the club creeper*. Type A girls tend to wear things are are cute without being sleazy. All the appropriate body parts properly covered.

Then there are the type B girl non-classy girls. These are the girls that are on the troll for a man and making out with their girlfriends. They are usually wearing a dress that may have actually been made to be worn as a shirt and taking pictures of themselves making the same kissy face. The ones that are more than willing to dance on some sort of platform and drop it like its hot in their shresses**.

I am clearly a type A. but I would like to take this time to thank those type Bs that give me something to talk shit about. The club wouldn't be the same without you. Time to go make pancakes and nurse my vodka headache***.

*you know, the guy that awkwardly dances behind you for a while creeping closer and closer until you move locations or, as I do, just turn around and tell them “no thank you, I'm not interested”.

**shirt that is worn as a dress. If you have to ask, then its probably a shirt.

***the sad thing is, I literally had only 3 drinks in 5 hours and still have a headache, I'm definitely not 21 anymore.

Here we go again...

Instead of addressing the fact that I have not blogged in months, I am choosing to ignore it. Let's move on shall we. . .

A lot has happened in the last few months. I graduated from college, got my dream job and am living on my own in the middle of the city (as city as you can get in good ol' Phoenix, AZ). So now I suppose I am a 20 something trying the make a new apartment a home and not kill any of my patient, hoping it will all come together at some point and I will actually feel like I know what I am doing.

I suppose there are some new players along with some old favs in this life of mine as well. Let's review.

The BF and I are still treking along (pun intended). We see each other a lot more now since my apartment is a lot closer. I enjoy it.

Then there is the ever loved BFF who is not in the process of planning a wedding to a man that is perfect for her, which I suppose makes me a maid of honor, a title that I am well, for lack of a better word honored to have, but I again have no idea what I am doing.

The fam is pretty much the same minus my sister, she is in London for the year (see LETTER and LIST ), totally weird. I miss her dearly and have big plans for a trip in January. My baby brother is now 21, also totally weird, and is more enjoyable than ever these days. Mom is as wack-a-doo as always and is now selling Lia Sophia Jewelry, all she talks about. Dad is retired and I think becoming a bit bored.

Newly in my life, well not really new but sort of rekindled in my life, is my gay boyfriend. He is fabulous and I love him. the nursing school girls that are quickly becoming my favorite breakfast/shopping friends. My work mom, who is getting my though most my my days. I honestly don't know where I would be without here. Nurses are notorious for “eating their young”. I am happy to say I have not experienced this, yet. (knock on wood). She also gives me someone to roll my eyes at when things aren't going my way.

The other big story in my life as of late has been weight loss. It is a strange thing when you loose a significant amount of weight, 70 pounds in my case. I don't think my mind has quite caught up to my body yet. People who have never been heavy will never understand the excitement that accompanies being able to walk into H&M and find clothes that fit perfectly.

My new obsessions: Lace Short from H&M

I fell in love with them as soon as I saw them but was convinced that they wouldn't fit. I was pleasantly surprised. They are the perfect mix of corkey cute and I feel a little like I am wearing a bathing suite from the 40s when I wear them. Whats not to like?!