Friday's Bar Competition!!!!

What a night! Yesterday I went to the Buff to go chill with some people. I had two ICB (Irish Car Bombs, my new shot that I absolutely love) and an October Fest. Delicious! Then I came home to take care of some family things. Around 8pm I made my way to Fridays for the Bar Competition. ****A Bar competion at Fridays usually consists of 3-4 judges, bottle tossin, glass stacking, free drinks, music, and lots of people**** It's always a big production, but I've never been one to go to see the show. However, this time was different. I actually had someone to go support. My numba, Mike(APhi) was gonna do his thing. So one other APhi member and I met up there to show a little love. It was really nice, minus the 5$ cover charge at the door. "We're at Fridays, right?" Smh. Mike did his thing but he didn't win. By the end of the night I was dunzo. Lls. In 4hrs I had 4 White Russians(My New Fav Drink), 3 ICBs, and 2 Octoberfest. Smh. God must've sent one of my Guardian Angels to drive me home b/c I don't know how I made it home. Had a Blast though.

****Proof N the Pudding****

Big Girls Don't Cry

Typically, when something randomly and costly happens to my pockets I tend to break down and call Daddy. ie; When I was ready to quit the Buff, because often times things get so intense in there that you want to throw all of your money in the manager's face then flip them the bird, I called my Daddy and begged him for sponsership in the middle of my tears. (Bwahahaha). But when I called him he was not hearing it. Lls, picture that. After he made me feel like I was 10 for crying and gave me The Pep Talk I gathered all of my emotions, put em in a box, and put on face to get threw the rest of the shift. But this time when I call he didn't answer. Feelings crushed, but I wasnt tripping because I still had one more lifeline. (hehehe) MOMMY!!!! I called her and she wasn't answering her phone either. As soon as the Dallas v. Redskins game was over Bobbo caught sight of my rear passenger tire and it was flat!. "Shit!!!!!! How'd this happen?" SMH I was ready to break down and cry. What do I do??? I did the only thing I know how to do in times of need. I began to chit chat with God. Of course He had my back he always does. A couple of my co-workers Chris and Kendall helped me change my tire but one of the nuts were stripped and it broke. I felt like it wouldn't have been a safe drive all the way home so I went to my car and called triple A. I asked them what the policy was on towing. She told me the first 3 miles are free and each mile after in 4 dollars and some change. From B-Dubs to Clinton I know its about 16 miles. That's recklessly spending money, because after they tow it to my apartment I'm going to have to have it towed to a tire shop to fix it. That's way too much. (SMH) So, I tightened up the 3 nuts remaining on that tire, prayed to God that I'd get home safe and blew the whole way home. Smooth ride home. In the am I ended up spending almost 300$ for 2 new back tires, tire rotation, alignment, and air in my spare @ Mr. Tire.

(Ugrrrrrr) I Make Money 2 Spend Money

Everyone 4 A Season

My best friend broke up with me a couple months ago...childish i know. But for her own reasons she felt like she had to let me know her inner most thoughts about me and our friendship. Ususally, that's what a friend is there for however to text me while I'm at work dealing with ignorant guest, is by far the most disrespectful way to deal with someone whom you've known for years.
So some months ago she texts me to ask me about some beach that her, my brother, one of my ex's, and I went to, so I told her I thought it was Sandy Point. I'm guess the text wasn't sufficent enough so she calls me after I answered the text and asked me the same question that's was in the text and I gave her the same answer. But I was half sleep talking to her. Apparently, it was the wrong beach and they drove to some other beach. SMH, you should've done a little more research if it was that serious. So she sent me about 15 text messages explaing how they drove to the wrong place, I'm a horrible friend, I'm never there for her, and that all I care about is a certain ex, who will not be named. Now, while I'm at work receiving all of these text messages about how much of a horrid friend I am the only thing running threw my head is "All of this over one of your friends trying to make it to the Dirty Maryland Beach?". I wasn't giving you the key to the city of Clear Water Beaches. LLS, "Why So Serioooous???" I didn't even give you an address, just what I remember the name being. So you go H.A.M on our friendship over something so petty and when I ask "Well, if you've been feeling this way, why haven't you said anything?" Her response was "I felt like it was my job to be there for you." Tru. Lls. I told her "Don't worry I wont hit cha phone up ever again". This was my friend since 7th grade. The shit,  honestly, broke my heart. I had to take a min while I was at work to get my self together. All I kept thinking for the rest of my work day was, "So, all this time you've been being fake. When I broke up with my ex and you were 'comforting me', you weren't genuine with your intentions. And when we drove to NC to visit my Pop-Pop, it must've killed you to be fake for so long." When I told my brother he called her, I'm guessing to get the whole scoop. She told him what I told him. Then she texts me to say "I'm sorry Dominique. I didn't mean to hurt you. But I meant what I said." .......Ummmm, only a friend would care how I felt and we are no longer friends. You made that so very painfully clear. So hold your sympathy. Don't need it or want it.
Ok, now that you have the background info, she calls my brother to get my number at 4pm on Sunday. For what? I still don't know. I haven't called her back yet. I know I probably should but I just can't get with it...I mean what could you possibly have to say. Even if you say sorry, I know you felt this way to a certain extent and knowing that you feel that I only care about a guy, regardless of who he is, belittles me. You went on me in so many ways and I didn't even go there with you. (showing my maturity bwahahahaha). I could've blew your shit up and made your ass feel like a child but I didn't do you like how you did me. Would you like to know why?????? Because up until the very point I sent my last text, I considered us sisters. I mean com'on son!

Once I Call Her Back I'll Update.

Dating @ a Wing Spot

Dating in the work place, in many cases is seen as unprofessional, tacky, and pretty much unethical. However, I work in a profession where you see your co-workers more than you see your family. So after a while, with no personal life, because I'm constantly working, when does enough become enough and you say to yourself "Why Not???" Although, I have the same rule...to be honest that rule is only in effect to keep out the creepers that typically work at a restaurant. Oh!!!! And let's not talk about my no giving out my number rule. Smh @ B-Dubs oops oops...I mean this wing spot. Hehehe.