A Day In The Life Of Rae-Rae

This is a picture of my friend Mandy and I. I am the one on the left. I don't look too bad, do I?

Well, we are now almost two months into 2005. The time is flying by, that's for sure. I have a goal to get my divorce paperwork started by the end of the month. My ex says he will pay for some of the cost. I am not counting on it, but if he makes good on the promise, then that is awesome. I just turned 29 last week. This year my birthday fell on Mardi Gras. I had the best birthday ever. It all started when I got to work Tuesday morning. My friend Lois had dropped a balloon off on my desk along with a super sweet card. Then about 13 of my coworkers and another friend who works at a nearby company joined me for lunch at Red Robin. Lunch was awesome, my friend, Jamie, made me a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and raspberry filling. Very tasty! After work, I met my friend, Marty, up at the Memorial Coliseum for the Winterhawks hockey game against Kootenay Ice. The game was great fun. After that we met some friends at Rock Bottom Brewery for drinks. John and Mandy were already there. My new friend Dave (who just moved here from Arizona) met us there as well. That was really fun aside from Marty and I running late. I was expecting some other people to show up including my friend Lois. But it was late and I thought she would just show up, but the next day I found out that I was supposed to call her and then she would come out and meet us. Oh well. I had a blast with the small group of friends. They closed the restaurant at midnight and Mandy and John went home because they had been there since they got off at work about 5 pm. Mandy was pretty hammered. Dave went home after that, too. Marty said he could take me home then or we could go around the corner to Paddy's for another drink and keep hanging out. We opted to head over to the bar and stay out. That was fun. We sat at the bar and talked and drank and smoked (I know, shame on me). After a while, a small group of people seated at a table near the bar started talking to me and Marty. A guy named Brad was talking to me and messing with my
purse and scarf. He was sweet and cute and nice and MARRIED. Jesus. I couldn't believe it.

Lately any decent guy I meet either has a girlfriend, a wife, is fucking gay or is "confused". I swear. That is the bad part of being single. The other bad things are not having anyone to cuddle with, kiss or have sex with or go to the movies or to dinner with (I think I miss the kissing part the most, especially if the dude is a good kisser). Jeez, guys always say it is so easy for girls to get laid, but I definitely don't have an easy time finding someone to fuck. I must be gross you probably thinking, huh? I sometimes feel that way, but people tell me that I am "cute", which I would prefer not to hear. Of course, my parents tell me that I am beautiful, but they sort of have to, since I came from them. I am a "bigger" girl and always have been which means I am self-conscious and I am shy to talk to strangers. Once I get to know someone, I am very talkative and enjoy conversation and all that. I just have trouble making the first move, I guess. I am attracted to charismatic dudes, though. :D I find them very easy to talk to. Ahh... charisma. Wish I had some of that.

Anyway, the night ended late. Marty dropped me off at home and I took the next day off of work so I wouldn't have to cut the night short. I think I got in bed about 3:30 or 4 am.... Eek. The next morning my friend Lois called and woke me up at 8 am. I couldn't get back to sleep after that and was really hungover. I didn't even think I drank that much, but I guess I didn't eat enough. Oh well. By about 2 pm, I was feeling a lot better.