hola & gracias!

Muchos gracias again for all your well-wishes -- I'm better now! And what better way to recap the weekend than by doing it backwards? (err, what?) Sunday was spent fishing with The Boy, where we caught a whole lot of lil' fishies and sent them all back to the lake. But I finally know how to cast off so I considered it an accomplished day haha.

Then Saturday, of course, was Halloween and my close friend's birthday combined! I told you all that I was going to be a Mexican senorita named Rita and that The Boy was going to be my Mexican man. Well, we couldn't find a poncho but I thought we looked pretty darn good! It was my first time wearing false eyelashes and a bright red lip, so even though I didn't look Mexican, it felt good being all dressed up.

It was my friend's big 2-1, so we headed to her house for pre-drinks and yummy pizza and cake while we waited for the limo. Well, the limo came 15 minutes late. The birthday gal got us onto the guest list with no cover, but only if we got there before 10pm. No chance of that happening now!

The limo trip there was fun as we blasted music and a bunch of gals took tequila shots (the b-day girl had 10 altogether!). I figured I'd drink more at the club -- never tried tequila, and I don't know how I'd handle it!

So we get to the club and the first thing we notice is a huge line-up that goes all away around the side of the club, and people were standing against the wall. We go up to the front and apparently there is no more guest list, the club is almost at full capacity, and we'd have to wait ... at the end of the line, outside. It was freezing and I had left the faux-fur coat my mom lent me in the limo, so we were all forced to cuddle up to each other; I kept quoting Without A Paddle: "Let's huddle together for warmth. This never leaves the cave!" Then we'd all start singing random lyrics from songs we were listening to.

Some more pictures for your entertainment - this story is a long one!

[from left to right: back of my dress, a bunch of the girls, me with the b-day girl, and the Mexicans!]

The line barely budged, and then, the birthday girl got sick -- four times, all over the pavement. It was rough going and I felt so bad for her! We tried to keep her steady, but it was clear she wasn't feeling well. I was determined that if we didn't get into the club in half an hour than we'd call for the limo to pick us up. Three of the gals with us decided to go to a line on the other side of the club to see if they could get in with their good looks.

As we rounded the corner with the club in sight, the b-day girl got sick again, the winds got stronger, and then ... Captain Jack Sparrow came up to us. He said, in a slight accent, "Ladies, my friends got into the club but I did not. I do not have cell phone. It is very sad." There were a group of girls in front of us and we all started ganging up on him and telling him to go to the back of the line, since it was clear he was butting. He kept saying, "You are all being very rude. I could hit about five of you ladies." We kept telling him to go, the b-day girl was screaming, "If you don't get out of the f-ing line I'll puke on you!" and I even quoted The Lion King and said: "Leave now. And never. Come back!" Which was pretty ingenious (although whatever buzz I had from the alcohol was gone at that precise moment).

Eventually he left, and then we were bombarded by a bunch of guys from high school, one of whom labelled me as "so-and-so's ex-girlfriend." Two guys with them were dressed up as Mario and Luigi and I stole their bomb, passed it around, and the birthday girl threw it to the ground. It was pretty funny. By that point I had already called the limo driver (who was INSIDE the club -- douchebag could've gotten us inside ... and I really hope he wasn't drinking) and he was coming to get us, and then I had to run over to get the three girls and tell them we were going.

At this point, the birthday girl passed out on the limosine seats while the other girls (besides me and my awesome friend K) were talking about going back to our city and partying at a nearby club -- after a pee break. He stopped at a gasoline station and I got some water and Doritos (lifesavers!). At the end of the night, it was most of the girls going off to partay, while the few that were left took care of the birthday girl, made sure she got home, and then we went home ourselves. Pretty interesting night, overall! It would've been nice to dance it up in a club, but I was too concerned about the gal who had one-too-many-tequilas. Still a fun night, though!

Then Friday night was a fun dinner with a few friends (two whom I haven't seen in a while, and one was the almost-birthday-girl haha). It was such a great time, we hit up Turtle Jack's and we were going to go see 'Paranormal Activity' but the only show was at midnight and we didn't feel like being creeped out at that time. So we hit up some bubble tea and played crazy eight countdown, 'cause we're cool like that!

The N.Y Butter Sauce chicken wings were to die for and inspired this week's recipe of the week. And if you couldn't guess, this whole weekend is my simple smile of the week. The randomness, the dressing up, the reuniting, the fishing, the good times, and the weird times ... I love weekends like these.

Unfortunately, this month is hectic with essays/projects and my TAs in my university have gone on strike which means delays on getting into the university due to picket lines and yeah ... it's going to be chaotic. But you can guarantee I'll be here when I need to escape. Sorry if I scared some of you with my blog being private, it's up and running now! Now I'm off to relax/do homework ... seems like an oxymoron.

How were your weekends? :)

Great, I hope!