We Touchdown There - draft day

First of all, why the EFF does anyone do this? 

It is hectic, gives you anxiety, and makes you angry and excited all at the fuckin same time. It was an intense 45 minutes for me... Maybe because I am a woman who prefers just rooting for a team and drinking,  or most likely it was because I clearly have NO CLUE about football. All I did know was that auto drafting was so damn tempting, but I was determined to try. I felt like I should have probably drank before, to ease the anxiety... But I mean, our original draft time was 10:30 so I couldn't be that guy.

I kid you not, I was nervous waking up this morning. I woke up two housr before our draft and got all of my notes prepared and organized... and then paced around like a crazy person.  Thanks to league rules, we were not allowed to use significant others for help. So what did I do? What this bitch does best.

Googled it.

I Googled all of my positions, and what order I should draft them in, and had about 12 options for each position, just in case. Did it work for me? Not at all. I think by the 10th round, I was Googling names in hopes that they might look like they were high up on a ranking list for fantasy football. 

What does that even mean?!? 

Thank the lord I was 2nd in the draft order, because, I heard that is good. So I mean I obviously must have done okay my first couple of picks?  Right? Please say yes, lol. I don't know. 

 I should definitely mention that this girl did not pay any attention to who was injured, who was suspended, and who was on bye weeks and when. Clearly the commissioner should have scheduled a Fantasy Football tutoring sesh.  It's okay. This year I am a beginner, next year I might have a clue. I said might.

Thanks commissioner.

Just kidding, i love you... now talk to me about trading...

#yeaiblameyoukinda

#younevermentioneditgotcray

#idontknowwhatimdoing

#pleaseletusdoafundraftorderpicknextyear

#leaguegoals

#wetouchdownthere

... bachata and cigars ...

You know, I hate to admit it, but I think this whole night life tip is officially making me feel old as shit.

It is completely exhausting.

Two years ago I literally lived for it. Up all night, warm nights, cold patron, blurry photos, and black Alcazeltzer from El Salvador the next morning (seriously BEST hangover cure ever).  But Saturday was a slight wake up call. 

**side note, this has nothing to do with being a mom, lol.

For the first time ever,  finding what to wear made my life EXTRA complicated.  What do you wear to clubs now?  I mean I haven't been to a club in over a year.  I feel like the last time I went cray was black Friday 2013....
**side note, this is probably the night I got pregnant because Karen jinxed me.
Leather? Cut outs? Dress or pants?

What is too much versus what is not enough?  The struggle was real guys. It didn't help that Quinn was clinging to me like she knew I was leaving the entire time. Luckily I found a cute little black dress, which as every girl knows, you can never go wrong with. After finally getting dressed, and throwing make up on, I felt pretty enough. That's what's most important. 

The night probably started around 10pm. I kid you not, at midnight, my yawns were out of control.  And NO, it was not just me. I was getting my drank on, dancing my ass off, and laughing hysterically with my drunk friends..... yet I could not wait to take my heels off, take my bra off, and bury my face in my pillow. 

I mean I don't want to not go out anymore. I just don't comprehend how I used to live that night life three nights a week.... how am I alive? How do I still have a fuckin liver?
Most importantly.....
How do I get back to powering through?  

I mean I figure that if it isn't Vegas, I don't need to push the limit.
So cheers to Vegas 2015, the one weekend where yawning and tired doesn't exist.

and the weekend came and went.....

It was a semi eventful weekend. It started on Thursday this week, with a night at Dimples in Burbank for my high school friend's birthday.  It's a karaoke bar which isn't really my fancy because, although I am Filipino, I don't have the balls to sing for an audience.  Even with liquor in me.  But just FYI,  I am highly upset that I don't own my own karaoke machine, you know for private use.  

Friday started off with a HUMUNGO strawberry margarita, including four patron silver shots. Can anyone say YUM?  Of course, the girls and I each had one of our own.  Since we started early, we were going to end pretty early.  Luckily, team Ger-Mal (Gerald and Jamaal) came through, and with very little convincing, had T and I extend the night for some Kress time.  I wasn't in much of a drinking or dancing mood, so I spent my time at the club sitting and people watching (my ultimate favorite pass time).  It was a very good people watching night, I saw a pretty much naked go-go dancer wearing only panties and pasties, two drunk girls being carried out, and a guy in the VIP next to us trip on a step and slam his face into the table.  I love drunk watching.  

Saturday I got to see my BEAUTIFUL niece.  She is the prettiest baby I have ever seen, so pretty in fact that I am scared to have kids of my own because I WILL know if he or she is not cute enough.  To finish off the night, a small group of friends and I headed to Happy Endings to... , well to have a happy ending DUH.  Unfortunately, the night there began with me finding my bestie there after she had completely bailed on me that night.  Ouch right?  Whateves I'm very used to it by now.  It only bugged me because she ditched me to take her Italian family out, and invited a WHOLE other group of friends to go and introduce them to, but completely failed to invite her best friends in that circle. Luckily for me, I have chosen to completely ignore it.  That way it won't hurt my feelings.  Instead, I'll just face the facts, we are no longer important since her boyfriend has arrived. The only good thing that came out of that night is that some drunk guy stepped on my toe, and proceeded to lift my leg up and kiss the toe part of my boot repeatedly. 

Sunday of course, was family day.  I was with mom all day looking for a costume for dad's 1920's party.  Let me just say, I am not a ho, but DAMN, this dress is mighty small and mighty revealing.  It's a work party so I'm definitely going to have to make some adjustments.

Overall, eventful and satisfying.