OMG, fking amazing weekend. Not that the weekend’s over; it’s only Saturday nite/Sunday morning. And I just got home from going out Friday nite.

Work was uneventful for the first time in awhile. After work, I went to Outback Steakhouse with coworkers and had an eagerly anticipated drink. Thought I’d try something new. Since martinis are my new thing, I picked an Aussie Purple Passion martini. Uncharacteristically, I downed it before the appetizers even got to the table. Also uncharacteristically, I ordered a second drink. My tried-and-true caramel apple martini. Downed that drink before dinner got to the table. Had a nice fish and steamed veggies dinner. I came home exhausted at 7:30p and got ready for an early nite as I took out my contacts, washed my face, and changed to jammies.

One received phone call and an hour later, I was driving to Manhattan Beach in a ghetto-casual getup, hair done, makeup done, contacts back in, to hang out with my girl friend and her new boyfriend and his band members. Yes, my girl friend is dating someone whose job-away-from-job is playing in a rock band. On the way down I dismissed the fancy that maybe I’ll meet some interesting people thru her tonite, and brought myself back down to earth thinking, “They’re probably a bunch of old folgies, I’d likely be disappointed.” Which has been the case with her boyfriends’ friends in the past. As I was getting close to the restaurant they were all hanging at, I was on the phone with one of the guys who was giving me directions, so when I got to a certain point my friend and the guy came out to help me find a parking spot and guide me to the restaurant. It was dark and I didn’t even see them, but I stopped the car at their direction as they saw me. My friend opened the passenger door and popped in the back seat of my coupe. She pulled the front seat down and directed the guy friend to take shotgun and give me directions. This friend dropped down to get into my car and I did a stunned gawk. This guy, who turns out to be the drummer in their band, is easily one of the hottest men I have seen in a long, long time. Dirty blonde hair, beautiful eyes, great smile, dimples, and from what I could tell, he sees the gym plenty.

Anyway, I got to the upstairs patio seating portion of this restaurant, met everybody else, and then they paid the tab and we all walked across the street to go hang out at a pub type bar playing loud rock music. The drinks there were strong, and I was ordered (yes, passive voice) two apple martinis. Those drinks tasted like apple-scented vodka. I felt a tad dizzy for a few minutes, and that’s saying a lot for me because I don’t ever get any other alcohol-induced symptoms (such as the typical Asian rosin). The amazing thing at this bar is, even tho I was with my hot hot girl friend, male eyes were on me instead of her. They may have been able to tell that she was with her man. One man across the way stared so intently and for so long that my girl friend noticed and said something to me about him. But she and her man also hinted for me to flirt with Drummer Boy, who apparently, according to both of them, was interested in me. I made some minimal effort to chat w/him, but it was too loud in there to carry on a decent conversation. We soon left to hit bar #2.

Bar #2 required about a mile of driving and some knowledge of the local streets to find parking. So my girl friend and her man suggested loudly that Drummer Boy come with me to help me out. We found parking pretty readily and went in the bar. Things got a bit friendlier, and as the minutes ticked by, Drummer Boy said, “I don’t think they’re coming.” I said that there’s no way my girl friend would do that to me. They did show up soon enough, and we had another round of drinks. Drummer Boy got me my old usual, a Redheaded Slut, but I had to lean into the bar and tell the bartender how to make it. A bit past midnight and some racy conversations later, my girl friend and her boyfriend tried to get everyone back to the boyfriend’s house to hang out, but Drummer Boy allegedly did the “polite” thing and hailed a taxi home, after firmly telling me that I am not driving home tonight after 5 drinks. I thought that was a bizarre end, but I learned later that Drummer Boy is really not a player and altho he can get girls, he doesn’t do the fling thing. Not that I’m a big promoter of the fling thing, but am I supposed to feel offended here? Anyway, I never saw him again.

Turned out Boyfriend’s house is walking distance from this bar, so we walked back. He has a very very nice place on the beach, well-decorated, full of whimsical artifacts from the 50’s. I slept on a big comfy couch downstairs after being warned that, as I’d never been drunk before, I will be hung over in the morning, and I may freak out not knowing where I am when I woke up. I said I’m not drunk, and I’ll be fine. My girl friend agrees that altho she’s never seen me drink that much (and strong stuff), that I don’t appear to be drunk altho I seem to be buzzing, which she finds to be unusual enough for me.