Another Year Older.

Hello! I’m back. From a fabulous weekend involving all sorts of fun that were mostly 80 proof. A bunch of us went out to dinner and then out in Buckhead. Being a Friday night, everyone was kinda tired. Ok, really tired. And I must say, I have the greatest friends in the world. Peaches and Blondie looked like they were going to fall over into a heap on the floor from sheer exhaustion. Or just throw a beer at any guy that pushed past them as the bar was packed. Since me and Polly Pocket were celebrating our birthday (this sacred January 21) we stayed. And drank. And I messed with guys and made fun of them while Polly took shots and was hysterically drunk. Overall, we stayed til the cops came into the bar around 2:30 in the morning. At some point in the night I did test out the Golden Tee theory and asked 2 guys if they wanted to play. They were shocked that I wanted to play golden tee. Its so true- instant admiration from the men-folk.

The next day was the snow. Drinking at a Chili’s OTP (I still swear that Chili’s has the best margaritas in the world. And for $3.50, whats not to love??), sneaking wine into a movie theater via gatorade bottles to watch cloverfield, and then smores. The ex made me try shots of Patron XO and I must say, it is quite tasty. A coffee flavored liquor with tequila. Yum!

Yesterday it was freezing, but Blondie, Polly Pocket, and I went to Hudson Grill. and we found that this is THE ATLANTA MAN GOLDMINE. I seriously cannot get over how many men were there. MEN. YOUNG MEN. CUTE MEN. MEN THAT LIKE FOOTBALL. AND BEER.

Did I mention there were guys there?

Since it was so packed, we ended up in the covered outside bar, which was still cold. The three of us were wearing red coats (this was not planned) and this received lots of attention from older men. Not cool. I think Polly and I were more into watching the men instead of the football. Eventually we went inside and fought for a spot at the bar. The guy originally in the chair was drunk and had a thing for Blondie. It was quite funny to watch him slur while trying to woo her. I believe she just rolled her eyes. Either way, that place is awesome and we’re already planning a return trip for the Super Bowl.

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Now for the fun theory portion of this entry. Frenchie is a rock star and a master of playing it cool while dating. My big problem is that if a guy does something that irritates me? I want to tell him and get it off my chest right then and there. Frenchie does not advise that. Instead, she merely acts like it doesn’t bother her.

I’m not talking about ignoring big things, but I am speaking of those little things that irk us. Like he said something he shouldn’t have said. Not that what he said was wrong, but that we don’t like how he worded it. Or his tone. Or just one of those little things we as girls think too much about. Frenchie just acts like it doesn’t bother her and it works. I am trying my best to learn from her as she is the Yoda of playing it cool. I need to hone my skills in this area. Cause its true- we all over think things a little too much. We all try to read too much into something that we otherwise wouldnt think of. I know I am really guilty of this. I’d rather tell a guy now that I’m pissed instead of waiting. But apparently that doesn’t work so well. It seems that this way is worth a shot. Hopefully I can begin turning 24 with learning to chill out and not overthinking things. We shall see how this goes.