When I Drink Alone, I Prefer To Be By Myself

Ugh. Remind me not to do THAT again.

I had 'the jitters' yesterday. Not the good kind, mind you (though I did get those around six-for a good cause of course), but the bad kind. The "speaking at a school assembly" kind of jitters. You know how a small dog shakes when it's scared? Yeah....that's how I felt on the inside. While it's not the first time this has happend, this is the first time it's lasted so long. I couldn't calm myself down, I even napped, knowing it would keep me up later than I wanted. So I did the only thing I thought would help. I broke out the booze.

Pretty pink and yellow and electric blue drinks have occupied my crisper for a few weeks now (Thanks Melissa for the hilarious dual purpose Christmas present!) and finally I broke them out. One glass of each blue and yellow, followed by a bottle of pink and I was re-laxed. The jitters were long gone. But apparantly, so was my ability to make good decisions.

Add a little aspirin to the above equation and you've got a whole new situation. I managed to oversleep, opting to dream of vampires and car chases rather than get up. Mental Note: Must buy Jaguar.

Anyway, after defying the laws of gravity while getting dressed, and challenging the space/time continuim driving, I made it into work just a half hour late. Young Boss appeared to be the only one there. As I got out of my car, I heard the faint thump of music coming from somewhere. When I opened the door at work, the guitar chords were there to meet me. I turned the corner to the offices, and found YB doing a combination air guitar/weird pelvic thrust dance in the middle of the room.

The song: "Feel Like Makin' Love" (Bad Company)
His reaction: Dive bombing the stereo, turning red, and stammering "I thought you weren't coming in today"
My reaction: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
What I was thinking: I REALLY need to stick my camera in my bag.