I should stop going to the peanut infested bar...

I really know how to throw myself the worlds' best pity party......yawn yawn...and to be quite honest, i don't even have any major complaints to "complain" about right now....i mean life as a generalization is going good...so then why did i feel so "sad" all week??
Well anyone in the immediate entourage knows the beginning of the "sad" day..and quite honestly I don't want to blog that story in particular...so the week continues on with no glorified highlights....its raining in san diego..yes people it does actually rain here a few times a year..and cold...well cold enough that i couldn't wear my flip flops one day.....and it's january..so work is slow..so slow that my boss flew in...ohhhhh people i've got news...i mean lets be honest..this is the longest job i've kept since Club Med..reaching my 2 year anniversary in May....but lets be honest..it's bc i dont have a boss..LOL..literally i have someone "check" on me every 4 months??...i can def live with that..so she came in..stayed an hour...made some jokes...and left...i then received a thank you email...saying how much "fun" I and the staff are...LOL...if she only knew..i mean we all know that Mini is considered management right??..best decision i ever made...so anyways.....
The week continues on...I write my second ever email on the match dot com.....i wonder how richie poo poo is doing in icrap anyways....seeing that he still checks his match site..lol...but anyways back to hottie #2...I got the standard "thanks but no thanks email"...wow didn't even know that was a feature on the site....now this site is getting a little out of control...i won't lie...i get many emails and "winks"..now "winks" those are great..at least have the balls to email me...but what can i say?...I'm particular..and well I can find "something wrong" with each individual who contacts me....lol...i know i will be eternally single...but at the moment I'm okay with that.....so after feeling"rejected" two times in one week...i KNEW i should not go out this weekend..in fact i said "i shouldn't go out"......"it won't be good"............i mean i know what will happen....
So on Saturday.....I leave work early...was feeling so "low" i buy myself flowers...I got my favorite ones..starlight gazers..in case anyone is really reading this.....I go to the gym.....I come home...I am literally 50 50 on going out...i should not go..i should not go...Oh and i must add, Mini is not going out...She is "staying in"..yes everyone "mini is staying in"..why you all ask?? perhaps it has something to do with the fact that she went out last fri, sat, sun, tues, thurs and fri...and well since we all know she averages 15 plus drinks a night...oh right..did i mention she had been "asked to leave" from three separate bars in PB this week? now the problem is that the 3 bars are ones that we frequent...and so if the girl doesn't want to go out..I won't pressure her....it could be for the better..besides she met a boy....details in a later blog....
But Mean Kim T is back...and boy had i missed her.....so last minute i decide at 8pm fine i will go out..now i know....i am going to get very drunk..i mean i said i was going to get very drunk if i go out.....so i decide to "surprise" kim and i put on a dress WITH THE BOOTS..( mean Kim T. being the fashionista that she is who also met Mr. Marc Jacobs last week too )...now this would be my 2 time EVER wearing a dress ( and never with the slut style boots ) because you all know how i feel about wearing dresses out..but you know what?? i felt like it..and this is san diego..where less is more....( in more ways than one.. ) so we go out and we were having fun....go to our second dive bar and at around 1 a.m . decide to leave....so we walk outside..and i said "can we just look at bubs?" now bubs is the peanut infested place which i have written about before......but Kim wants pizza...( hey i wouldn't have to order from them one hour later)...so we are literally on the sidewalk...when WHO DO I SEE?
OH YOU KNOW IT...PAT MF FORREST....now i said in my last blog that i 'ran into him' at 7 Eleven.....um yah right..i called him that night.....did anyone really think that i bumped into him at MY 7 Eleven..i mean come on now...the boy for the first time ever had answered one of my saturday night calls....( see his fingers arent broken! ) Anyways,i have not called him or texted him since then ( two weeks ago ) bc i'm on some new weird "thing"...i'm done with him and his nonsense...no really people, i have had no desire to call him...and fyi two weeks is considered in Brooke time a long time not to contact someone..so now when i see him on the sidewalk literally ... i was like NONONONONONONONONO.....pat no...literally i looked at him and was like "no i cant see you!"
so he was like "brooke hey lets go into bubs and get a drink"...so kim and entourage go on their merry pizza way and pf and i go inside and proceed to order drinks....have i mentioned that i look like a hooker???...ugh yah he also ordered shots ( classy typical pf style ) so now i am beyond drunk....and as upsetting as this to write...one of the only things i remember was saying something like "i called you every single saturday for six months and you never responded!" ( at least i acknowledge my drunk calling ... smile ) ..... "you hurt my feelings!" ( can you tell i talked to the shrinkie sister earlier in the day... )... he then tells me how "mad" he was about the whole "mini pranking business"....direct quote "Brooke i was so mad at you i was never going to talk to you again!" Oh really patrick??? ..... i sincerely don't really know how/what happened next...i'm not being shady when i write that..i just don't remember what in the world we talked about...like at all...yah i know....it probably wasnt good...but oh well....i pieced together that i walked home ( alone )...made a pit stop at 7 Eleven..as evidenced by my coffee cup this morning......
So when i woke up by myself...with popcorn all over my floor....i was like omg what on earth happened?? yah your guesses are as good as mine...so i texted him ( one final farewell text people...cut me some slack ) "Um okay i just woke up...crap i was really drunk last night...and to be honest i only remember bits, sor if i was being an ass...."
This was sent at 7:32 a.m.....still no response....
Yah I don't want to know either....