It started at 3 PM… and I just got home. These people absolutely know how to party. Kinda makes you concerned that they are in charge of your care, eh? Yeah.

Oh well. There were three offers of breakfast 😉 and one offered to give me children.. lol. I might be a little, wee bit of a flirt. Ahem… hehehe. There’s nothing like a party full of guys hitting on you (unbelievably obviously, I might add) to make the work week fade right away. 🙂

The outsider has had a tough week. After many days of on again, off again with her boyfriend, she finally bit the bullet and called it quits. For now.

But that in itself is not that interesting. No, what happened last night is interesting, but I felt the need to preface the story.

Last night she went to a big party for the mayor in her hometown—with an old friend. (One, who according to her mother, “has been trying to get inside your pants for 10 years.”—that would be funnier if you could hear her accent, but anyway) After a stressful week that included the breakup and her insane, crazy job driving her batty, she decided it was time for some fun. But, she told herself, she would only have two glasses of red wine—that’s it. No more.

Pfft. That plan backfired. Following multiple vodka and crans and a conversation with a friend of her ex that ended in tears (and half a bottle of gin), she was plowed and exhausted. Not being able to drive home, she stayed with the old friend. Heads out of the gutter folks. Nothing like that.

Awaking at dawn, he drove her to her car—which she had parked near where the party was the night before—and she headed home. As she began to check her messages, she was astonished to hear a message from the local police department. After finding her car (in a not-so-great part of town) around 3 AM, with what they assumed was her purse inside, they called her home to see if she was missing. And her mother went down to the police station… at 3 AM.

Fortunately, her mother is a smart woman and said, “Well, she was at this party and her purse probably just didn’t match her dress, so she left it in the car.” Smart momma.

Honestly it was just a big bag, not her purse (which she smartly put in the center console), but isn’t it nice that the cops found her car and were worried? Makes you feel safe, right?

Yeah. Not so much.

New rule. Breakups + booze + cops = not so good.

LOL.

Um, we went to the same place for lunch today… and had the same thing. Does that make us weird? LOL

We discussed—over the Mozambique, steak, Borba and liquored espresso—how we would have to blog about it when we got back… except the coworker is now sleeping on the desk, so it is left up to me.

And here’s something really fun. While we were imbibing, a rap song came on overhead. Now normally this is no big deal. The coworker will groove and I will ignore, as rap is the one genre that we do not agree on. HOWEVER, today we were treated to an extra special, not-edited-for-radio version of a Snoop Dogg song… and it was graphic, lemme tell ya. The coworker had to sing it to me (I can’t understand that stuff to save my life), and wow, was it a doozy. For your viewing pleasure, this is what we listened to over lunch.

Wow. Yes, over lunch. While we were partaking of food in a public place. Hysterical.

So normally I do not send people to other blogs, except via the links on the right. However, I found a link to this, laughed till my side hurt and thought I should share… You’ll laugh, I promise.

In other news… nothing that interesting is going on. I mean, our boss thinks we are running a “loose ship,” the guest is no longer here and the weather is on the fritz, but we found a fabulous new restaurant one minute from work! (And yes, that was one of the only positive things about the day.)

Shrimp Mozambique, a steak sandwich, a bottle of Borba and two espressos with Bailey’s later we were feeling much better about the day. I wish I had my camera to share pics of the food (Yes, it was that good and yes, we did talk about taking a picture. Deal with it.), but suffice to say it was phenomenal.. even at 3 PM, because that was when we took our lunch break.

See, the crappy part of our job is that there is so much to do that we tend to work through the normal lunch hour… it’s sad, we know. Eventually, as 1 becomes 2, the coworker starts to make noises and send IMs, asking what we are doing for lunch. Slowly, those noises become yells and get louder and more insistent, and the IMs begin to read, “Now, I want food NOW. RIGHT NOW!!!!” It’s truly an entertaining experience, and one we live out every. single. day. That is our joy.

Lunch time, friends. That is the joy of our day. The measly hour (sometimes far less) we spend eating something yummy. Half the time we eat at the office, where I peruse the blogs and read the funniest posts aloud, and she responds to emails. The other half? Ah, well, that is the good time we spent at the lovely place on the water (with bad food, but good liquor).. or now, at the delicious little place up the street, with the good food and liquor.

Choices, choices…

Sometimes life can kick you in the ass. You’re having a good day, or you had a good weekend, and then the shit hits the fan and badaboom.. there you go.

My boss? Crazy. Other people? Crazy.

And I am trying to not let this get me down.

So I will now show some pics of the good times from the weekend…

There were excellent meals.

Made by the three of us.

Then we went to a beautiful beach

Followed by the giant martini glass filled with the good stuff.

And it is these pictures that remind me that life, with all its ups and downs, is still good.

So sad, the guest has left… and he also missed his flight, lol, but he got on another one about 45 minutes later. Poor guest. 🙁 LOL

Sadly, I must work now, but I promise the pics will be up soon. There are some doozies….

More to come, I promise… but right now it’s the guest’s last night and we are going to start the drinking fest. After a full day at the beach—where all of us got a little too much sun, lol—we have now reconvened at the insider apartment for drinking and games.

Off to make a martini! Ta ta..

Here’s the thing about weekends. As children, we learn that weekends equal freedom from school, i.e., weekends are gold. No alarm clocks, no rules and no bedtimes—as we age, that also includes no rules about liquor consumption.

What am I babbling about, you ask? There was mad drinking last night people, mad drinking. I have a giant martini glass a friend of mine gave me as a gift, and it was put to good use last night. Parrot Bay Coconut Rum and Coke—a lovely drink.

Of course, that was prefaced by numerous martinis, double vodkas and rum and cokes… lol.

This is the first weekend get-together for the Insider’s View of Life blogging team—the friend who came in last night is the guest, here from Minnesota, visiting the outsider and I.

The pictures are going to be a riot, as we three went camera-happy with two cameras… and did I mention the massive quantity of alcohol consumed?

There was a Starbucks run this morning.. and the guest made omelets. (Excellent ones I might add!)

Shall we auction him off? Highest bidder wins a weekend with the guest…. 😉

That’s all I wanted to say. A friend of ours is coming this weekend, so the outsider and I are eagerly waiting for 5:30 to roll around.. 🙂

We three are going to mad party, so there shall be very entertaining pictures up here on Monday!

There is truly no greater invention than the air conditioner.

See, I’ve thought about this for the past two days, as my apartment is now a comfortable 68 degrees.. sigh. (My landlord.. the greatest man on the planet—he came and installed it while I was at work yesterday.)

But I have compiled the following list of the other great inventions… feel free to add to it.

Toilet paper—seriously, need I say more?
Lighters—I can’t light a match to save my life, forget about building one with flint and whatever the hell else you are supposed to use.
Laptops—Joy. Unmitigated joy.
Tampons—sorry guys, but it’s so true.
Takeout—I’ve been unpacking for four days, nothing is being cooked.
Cable TV—I’ve been unpacking for FOUR days…
Blogs—I love blogging.
Gas Power—I have a hot shower now, AND my stove works—bonus!
Dental Floss—Nime chow gets in the crevices, which is highly annoying.
Nail Files—Somebody tell me, what did they do before these?
RSS Feeds—love, love, love.
Printing Press—I love books.
Shoes—Dansko’s.. if you don’t own a pair, you should. These are the greatest shoes on earth.
Starbucks—Howard Schultz is a brilliant, wonderful man.
Microwaves—and with that in mind, frozen dinners and frozen waffles.
Coffee Makers—electronic wonders that make my day.
ChapStick—I could not live without it.
Remote Controls—for anything, air conditioners, TVs, radios…
iPods—and Bang and Olufsen headphones… they get me through the day.
iTunes—instant music at my fingertips.. joy.
CoverUp—lol, another girl thing.
Deodorant—I seriously wish the movers had used some.
Underwire—ladies, you know what I’m saying.

Alright, that’s all I’ve got right now.. any suggestions?