Random Thoughts

So, this weekend:

A 21-year-old moment

A 26-yr-old moment

A humbling, please let someone do this for me when I'm old moment.
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So my weekend was seeeeeming going to be normal: Long work week, probably going to drink a bottle of wine one night, had plans with Creagan Friday after he got off work @9pm... all in all typical.

21: Oops I'm Drunk, Oops is that the sun?
Well Friday was halted when my Grandma Flo was still in the hospital, and I was called to be the visitor from like 7-10pm. So I go, I visit, I get home, and I'm antsy. Fucking cabin fever. And Creagan never called, so I'm totally bumming. Cabin fever plus no text from Creagan make neecie go crazy.

So, HARK! 11:35pm: "Hey Dee, what's up. It's not really late, wanna go out?"

Not late. You live 30 minutes away and we are going out a block from my house. What ev!!

So me and Creagan do gay circut Friday. First to a bar that was a recent client, so that's always fun seeing your hard work pay off, not to mention they have the most fun staff ever. So we close down that joint. Thanks for the free round, Ez and Robin!

Next: Uber gay dance disco night apparently. Yay! Party with the girls and the girls. Novak's was a fucking blast, and I only has 7 drinks and 6 jello shots before they closed 1 hour later. That's right. OMG. And OMG where did my money go. Plastic bad.

So, had as many Vodka RedBull's as me? YUP! On to the Oz!

"What do you mean I'm not free! I'm industry bitch! I don't need a paycheck stub!! It doesn't fit in this wallet purse!!
(Actually I've been using the Hooters Corporate Trainer tag for like 4 years too long... but DAMMIT IT WORKS!! Got to find that thing...)

SO, we close down the OZ! It's now 5:45 and luckily not bright outside to remind us that we are supposed to be passed out somewhere. So what else do we do?

On to a diner. Yup, on S. 4th where a client of mine had a gay disco with a diner next door, under the same parent company. Seemed brilliant, but it is no longer open and is now a recycled version of a terrible south county bar. So we find this dive diner next door and order cardiac arrests on a plate.

Fuck. Good times though. But then the sun is totally up, and Creagan had plans at noon, and I had a not so happy manfriend :( It was needed though.

26: Retail Therapy, "I have enough money, I'm not broke"
So Nick and I play nice the next morning (2:30pm) and he, Creagan and I eat "breakfast": bagels, Excedrine, and coffee. Nick's been up since 8am and had the world done and C and I were pulling our heads off the smelly pillows with only 4 hours of daylight left. Felt gooooooood.

So off to West County Mall we go. I had a coupon. Yes, I was to get $50 off of $150. I walk in, see the best season Express has had in like 5 years, and accidentally drop lke $450 :( It's all hot stuff, including the best jeans on my boo-tay I think I've ever seen. But I was going there to buy a dress for my friend Josh's bachelor party Saturday (yeah, that's right, on a gay party bus I'm a bachelor) and I didn't even buy one!! That means I spent that money for no reason. Ah well, I felt better, and Nick and I had a nice afternoon. I then proceeded to buy a new pair of shocks I'd marry if you could marry Nikes, and I had tobe done after that.

So to finish of that blissful day, Nick and I go visit C at his new job at Gulf Shores in Creve Couer. Much more his speed; yet another non-corporate he will soon own. My favorite thing? Besides the yum-delicious crab cake? Creagan's "Oops I forgot my black work shoes, all I have are these burnt orange vintage cowboy boots from the gay-disco night to wear with my black work uniform" work shoes that night. HIGH-larious. :)

Nurse Dee: To help an elder is humbling as hell
Saturday night was my first time to go take care of my Grandma Flo myself, overnight, for over 12 hours. My mom, dad, and step-dad did as much as cancelled a vacation, took a week of sick leave, and went to work the next morning with little to no sleep and came back that evening to do it all again. It was now my time to try to prove how mature and caring I could be. I wanted/needed to give all my other family members a break.

So I went in at 9:30pm, and soon discover that it was on MY shift, that she was FOR SURE getting moved to a new floor. A less hospitally floor. The speech rehab floor. YAY!! But quite honestly, I was scared shitless. I was her primary caretaker. I had to speak for her. I had to be at her beside until my mommy came the next afternoon to relieve me :( Eek.

BUT, really, it was a bonding moment. This whole process has been: both with Grandma Flo and my family. You realize what your family unit stands for. You see your dad and your step-dad able to work together. You then hope that you can create a family like that one day that will be there for you, too, one day.

I left there feeling like I played Karma for the better good for myself, and my grandmother. It's an odd feeling taking care of someone that used to take care of you. It's odd to be needed without having your own child, only two chihuahuas....

Either way, a very atypical weekend. Interesting. Learned alot about myself and my own strengths and weaknesses. Deep breathe.

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