I'd like to start off this post with an open letter:
Dear Mother Nature,
Fuck you.
xx,
TheTrixie
My weekend recapped...
Friday night I met up with a nice young man for some drinks. We weren't meeting until 9:30, so I decided to hang out at home and relax with a glass of wine before then. One glass of wine turned into three, so by the time I met him at the bar I was sufficiently sauced. I launched into an explanation (welcome, I'm sure) of why I hate Allen Iverson, love Carmelo Anthony, and why it pains me (I think I actually used those words) to see them as teammates. He was nice enough to listen, but I'm pretty sure it was only because he wanted to get laid.
Saturday morning I hit my ex-boyfriend's apartment in a cab. I'd like to elaborate more on this, but I can't. I promised the cab driver I'd protect him.
Saturday afternoon I cleaned my bathroom and washed the sheets on my bed, Saturday night I watched back episodes of Lost and went to bed early (tangent: the biggest secret of Lost as far as I'm concerned is how that many hot people were on the same flight).
Sunday morning I had to break into my car by crawling through the back hatch, over two golf bags, clubs, numerous bags of clothing to go to goodwill and my dry cleaning (it's a good thing I have a SUV), because it was the only door that wasn't frozen shut. I got lost in the suburbs for 2 hours. I went to a bad golf show that resembled a swap meet. I dropped a 12-pack of root beer (and made a giant mess) in Target. And I did laundry. Oh, and watched more Lost.
I'm telling you...The fabulous life of Trixie airing soon on Vh-1.
Posted by TheTrixie at 2:47 PM