Friday didn’t start out too well.

Sweety called while I was on my way to work (as he usually does) and our nice conversation took a bad turn. He’d been up since 4 a.m. when he was called in unexpectedly to go to work and I was in my normal cranky mood that I was going to work. I know I should be grateful to have a job but it’s very disheartening to go in and be told constantly that you will be fired if you don’t start doing the imfuckingpossible. Sweety said that it wouldn’t happen. I told him it was. It wasn’t like this was idle office gossip. This shit comes from the horses mouths.

He got mad and yelled at me. Told me to quit my fucking job and blah, blah, blah. I think I hung up on him about the same time he hung up on me. I cried my way on in to work and to my cube where cubemates asked if I was okay. I think my response was, “Yeah. My husband’s a fucking asshole though.” I could see that he’d left a message on my cell phone but I didn’t even check it because I was still so freaked out. Then he sent me a text message to apologize. Have I mentioned Sweety’s disdain for texting? I knew the conversation must have bothered him if he’d spend a nickel to send a text and end it with “…please don’t kill me.” (And is it bad that he would end a text in such a manner? Maybe I should be nicer?)

Anyhoo. After starting my day of so finely, it went downhill from there. When I get upset it manifests itself in physical ways and I finally decided that I couldn’t sit there another moment without curling up like a burnt spider and dying. Or screaming. Or something.

So I called a friend that was off work and asked her if she’d want to take an impromptu trip to St. Augustine (It’s about an hour away from here). Bless her heart, she said yes and it was just what I needed. We wandered around some of the little shops and then had some fantastic food and beer. By the time we went back to the car I felt like a new person.

Sweety bowls on Friday nights now and we had to go through the town he bowls in our our way home and we decided to swing by there. We plopped down at the bar and drank and played music on the jukebox (I derive a sick pleasure from throwing in the random very odd song and seeing the looks of WTF on the faces of people when it starts to play.) and people watched.

And I discovered Agavero! It’s a tequila blend and it tastes like good sex. If you can imagine that having a taste. I had shots of all kinds of tequilas that were actually better than Patron silver but I can’t remember the names of them. It was like Christmas in September.

Sweety and his friends like to make stupid bets. They bet him a dollar each that he wouldn’t step on my purse. I come out of the bathroom and see him tap dancing on it under the table. I retrieve it. I go to the jukebox and see him tap dancing on it again. I retrieve it and warn him that I’ll bite a plug out of him if he does it again. He does it again. You know that muscle on top of your shoulder that runs from your shoulder to your neck? His has a dent in it now. (I almost took a photo for you but it is bad. Like, dog bite bad. But he was warned.) Despite the biting, we all had a large time.

Oh! I ATE CHICKEN WINGS FOR THE FIRST TIME! I’ve always avoided them because A) I don’t like meat on a stick and B) I foolishly thought that eating chicken skin would be slimy in some way. But it is not! It is crunchy and delightful!

The manager at the bar was an angel and rented us a room at the hotel nearby. Sweety was saying that he was on the phone getting a room and then I was getting a key. In my fuzzy mind, I thought he already had the room key there. Like the room was prerented for drunken bar guests. I learned this morning that he left the bar and rented the room and came back with the key. I will now take a bullet for this man and his loved ones.

Sweety and his friend came on home and my friend and I stayed in the room. It was amazingly nice to just go to sleep after leaving instead of getting in a moving car for an hour. When I woke up? NO hangover! I’d had an ungodly amount of tequila but felt dandy. It was like Christmas morning when I realized that I felt good. Better than good. Finer than hair on a frog’s ass.

The feeling has maintained today. I hope it stays awhile. I’ve missed it.

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