1) I think my liver is about to kick my own ass. Seriously.
Admittedly, I had an absolutely fabulous weekend. Yet even on those nights when I don’t plan on drinking that much, it’s like … the booze finds me. FINDS ME I tell you! One beer, two beer, three beer, more! And once that starts, of course someone always sends a shot or two my way. Or perhaps a martini. Regardless, it’s like my own sensibility of saying no to that one last drink is … never present. Ever.
I do believe I love this about me.
2) So at one point this weekend, I was a friend’s house having that last above-mentioned drink when I excused myself to use their bathroom.
After I peed, I went to the sink to wash my hands and saw … this:
Admittedly, I stood there for a minute and stared before I busted out laughing. I mean, seriously, that’s a lotta soap right there folks. And, for your information, I chose the one immediately to the right of the faucet. But, because I had been drinking, I don’t remember which scent it was. However, it was nice to know if I didn’t like that scent, I had so many more to choose from.
3) I saw some fireworks this past weekend. I’ll let you guys use your imagination on that one.