Livin' it up, Ritz Carlton style

I celebrated Cinco de Mayo last week. Not too sure what or why I was celebrating, but I certainly celebrated. Kris and I were on our own...Aub had class, so we had to brave the festivities together. We started off at Smith's Old Bar, not your typical Cinco de Mayo local. We went with a couple friends, and some clients of these said friends. Well, it was open bar. Did we take advantage of this? What do you think? Kristen and I are about 4 coronas deep when we concoct this amazing story about the 2 of us being quarter mexican. Now I won't go into detail, since Kris did in her last post, but let me tell you, it was fucking brilliant. All I am going to say is our only mexican like characteristic is the fact that we both have brown hair. And Kris's is even on the blonde side of brown. Who were we kidding? Whatever, we had a blast amusing ourselves, if no one else.

So anyways, on with the night. We continue to drink many cervezas (as we say in Mexico), many shots (being brought to us by a 50 year old female client of our friend), and just having a grand old time. Then we meet some boys. Well, I meet a boy, Kristen meets a weird dancing dude that she was NOT amused by. Anyways, to make a really long story short, we decide to go to East Andrews, where another Cinco de Mayo party was taking place. We somehow concoct another lie, to get said weird dancing guy away from us. Me, Kris, and my brand new boyfriend Marc go to East Andrews. About an hour into being there, we decide to leave. We put Kris in a cab and are discussing where we will go next. Home, obviosuly. It is 1:00 a.m. and I have to be up in 5 hours to get my ass to a job that I despise. So we head off to the Ritz Carlton...did I forget to mention that my brand new boyfriend Marc lives in New York and his company put him up at the Ritz Carlton for the night? Of course, I did what any Julia Roberts wanna be would do, and I went with him. For anyone who was in the vicinity of the Ritz Carlton on Thursday night, yes, that was me. That drunk girl dancing along, singing her own praises for ending up at the Ritz. Well, let the truth be told, that we went to the bar, had more drinks, and before anything above a PG-13 rating could occur, I passed out in my own stank. That's right, so drunk that as soon as my face hit the pillow I was out. Like a light. Julia Roberts would be proud. Fuck me. No really, would someone?

So that is my tale of our very first Cinco de Mayo as Mexicans. Don't worry Kris, this will be a story to tell for years to come.

On a little side note.....I might be off the blog for the next couple of days....I am trying to get enough balls to quit my job. I am furious with my boss at any given time, want to kill the idiots that I have to deal with on a constant basis, yet the thought of having to quit terrifies me. Please everyone, say a little prayer.....