swingchickie | Jun. 4th, 2005

went out last night for drinks after work with the girls. i'd planned to go dancing, but wasn't really in the mood... then i figured i'd stay in and clean the apartment and do some work. (i know, it's a friday night... but i have a project due monday and co-workers coming here monday morning to go over it with me... so the place has to be spotless, and the project completed.) around 4pm, as i was ready to start my project for the evening, i got a call from one of the girls at work to meet them at the red fez at five for drinks and mezze. i hesitated, but then i was like, "hey... i'm not 80 years old... it's friday night, and i should have some fun!" so i jumped in the shower, threw on some clothes (including my new gap jeans that fit me, yayyayyay), and headed off to the fez.

had some foo-foo martinis out on the patio (the weather was gorgeous) and was gonna call it a night around 8:30 because i really did want to go home and clean a bit. but the D left me a vaoicemail saying, "i'm at the b-side! wanna hang?" and T in our group wanted to go there so badly... so once again, i reminded myself that i'm 34, not 80, and we headed across town to meet up with D and his friends at the B. i'm so glad i went out... it was a really fun night, and it started the weekend off really well. now i just have to do all the cleaning and work in the next 2 days... and somehow try to make it to copley for swing dancing tomorrow (the weather's supposed to be stellar)...

i have a work rant brewing, but i have to think about it first. it's... ugh.