Last night I went out with two of my co-workers. We tried other bars but ended up back at Whiskey's. Shocker. I stopped by Wendy's on my way home because I'm lazy and had no food at my house. A homeless guy was sitting outside begging for food. I don't usually give beggars money but when they ask for food I usually get them something. The guy was so happy when I handed him a cheese burger and drink. I felt good for the rest of the night.
So my mother called me at work and apparently had no idea that I was even dating someone, forget having a boyfriend. Sorry mom. I could have sworn that she knew I was at least dating someone. My brother was teasing me the whole time he was visiting. My mother was completely oblivious. She may have had a mini freak out on the phone. "Next thing I know, I come over to visit you and you're like hey mom, here's my husband. I got married, didn't you know? It was a really nice wedding. I thought you knew about it?" Calm it down mom. If you were on facebook you would have known I had a boyfriend. (Kidding, I'm totally fine with you not being on facebook).
Tonight I'll be heading out with my partner in crime Melissa. I believe Dave will be coming along too and will get to experience the Tavern. It's like introducing him to my family. My bar family. God that sounds lame.
I think I need to start up yoga or pilates again. I was not feeling so hot in the dress I wore yesterday. It's much easier to be productive when you think you look fly.