Oh dear god, I'm nauseous.

Last night I hung out with Ben and I was feeling a bit of the bladder infection coming on...and someone once told me that alcohol can help cure one of those...so I got drunk. I got painfully drunk while Ben and I played Soul Calibur II, which kicks mother-fucking-ass! So now I'm here...it's 5AM...I've taken all of my sick days and I'm sick as hell. Stupid, stupid bitch.

Steve came over this morning after getting off of work and he's taking care of me. He's a very good man like that. Well...he's back with something salty and some Gatorade...so I'm gonna go.

Let's see...last weekend Ben and I visited Shawn and Chris in Columbus at their new apartment. T'was lots of fun with all the drinking of beer and playing of cards.

On Saturday evening we all wound up sitting on the little patio, the boys reminiscing over old AD&D adventures while I simply listened and laughed at their stories. Chris and Shawn's Scottish/Irish personalities took over sporadically and they began talking in thick accents that made their words mostly unintelligible for short periods of time. During one such fit, Chris took off and threw his shoes, belt, shirt, and finally his pants over the patio fence out into the apartment's community yard. Shawn also took his shorts off and tossed them over the railing. Shortly after, Chris went running around the yard, babbling while collecting his discarded clothing and wearing nothing more than a pair of gray boxer shorts. Good times with good friends. This is what life is all about. :)

After my return to St. Albans, I met up with Steve. I really missed him and from his reaction to me upon my return, I know he felt the same. He and I vibe well together. Everything is so easy and uncomplicated at this point. I'm sure it won't stay that way...nothing stays simple for long. But I'm going to enjoy it for as long as it lasts.

Thoughts on Mr. Perry: The things that strike me most about this man is how genuine and humble he is. He's very straightforward...no pretention to him whatsoever...and I really respect that. He is someone who knows himself and is not afraid to be himself. I assumed, because of his career choice, that he would be a sort of cocky, self-centered kind of guy, but he's very humble and very considerate of others. I feel that I'm fortunate to know him.

Other thoughts: I miss my friends. I wish we all lived in the same city so I could just roll on over and hang out to my heart's content. Something in me feels a little lonely right now without them near.

Cyndi and Steve have kindly been updating me on just how much of an ass I actually made out of myself this past Saturday. I think I'm not going to go to the Comedy Zone for a few weeks in hopes that I'll be forgotten. Yes, it was really that bad. The account that I posted on Sunday was my recollection, but not the whole story. Apparently, I was fortunate enough to have large portions of my memory of the night erased by the alcohol. (I didn't need those brain cells anyway.)

One such embarrassment was when, according to Cyndi, I nearly started a fight with another drunken girl. It went something like this: I was standing talking to Brian at the bar and then he went in the back. While leaning against the bar two girls approach and the drunk one tries to order a drink from me. I look at them and say, "Do I look like a fucking bartender, bitch?" If Cyndi hadn't been quick to apologize for me, I could have had one drunk-ass, redneck wench beating me down. Also, I apparently went on a "your mom" humor rampage for about an hour while we were at Dwight's. I told Cyndi that her mom fucks lesbians or something to that effect. I also shook my ass at a few guys that were heckling me while I was dancing. I'm a class act, baby. Oh yeah. Real sexy. *sigh* I'm so fucking embarrassed!

Yeah...I'm pretty sure that it was as bad as New Years...except I was in public. Cyndi had two options: to get mad at me or to simply laugh at me. She chose to laugh (alot), God bless her.

I freaked Steve out a little, I know. I apologized to him for acting like an ass at a place where he was working and representing Rock 105. He shrugged it off like the kind soul that he is. :) I'm seeing him tonight for the first time since then. Four weeks into seeing each other and I may have killed it already! Wooohooo!!! Way to self-destruct, Christina!!! Well, he can't be too freaked out, I guess...he's still calling. (Stupid bastard. He has no idea what he's signed up for does he?)

I think I should come with a warning label: Warning! Delicately balanced chemicals within! Do not shake, prod, poke, annoy, or disturb in any way lest your left testical shrivel up and fall off!

Good morning!

So, why, you might ask, am I up so early in the damn morning on Sunday? Well I'm going to tell you!

I'm starting to become a regular at the Comedy Zone and I'm getting acquainted with one of the bartenders in particular, Brian. Brian is a very nice guy who has been bartending for about 7 years, lost his license due to a DUI, and wants to go back to school to become a nurse. Brian is a very good bartender and makes kick ass drinks!

Anyway, Cyndi and I went out to the Comedy Zone last night and being in a strange mood, (PMSing) I told Brian to surprise me on a few drinks. The first he brought was a Long Island Ice tea, which was very strong, so I was smiley by the time I got to the bottom of the glass. The next was a Purple Lobster which was de-fucking-licious and Cyndi took sneaky sips and drank about 1/4 of it. (Sneaky bitch! You're lucky I didn't shove my straw through your gosh-darned eye!) I digress...so, back to my ever exciting story...the next drink was a Sex on the Pool Table, which was also quite yummy. Cyndi out and out stole that one and I ended up drinking her Sex on the Beach. (Hey! Wait a minute! Stupid whore stole my drink!!!) I don't even know what the hell the next one was and I didn't care. By this point the comedians were fucking hilarious and I was fucking trashed as hell. Four little drinks and I was on cloud fucking zero-niner.

After the show I walked (which required much concentration at that point) over to say hi to Steve before he headed out with his friends. I don't really remember what I said to him. I'm sure it started like this: "Hi! I'm drunk!" Why is it that all drunk people feel that they have to announce to everyone the fact that they are currently intoxicated? I'm sure that the goofy grin, the glazed over look in the eyes, the slurred speach, and the inability to walk properly are a dead fucking give-away!!!

Anyway, Cyndi decided to take advantage of my drunk ass and got me out on the dance floor. I shook my groove-thang with the best and worst of them for several minutes. While dancing I was pleased to notice that there were mirrors surrounding the floor and I was able to watch myself dance. (Hey it takes very little to delight me anymore. I am a simple woman. "Mirrors! Pretty! Yay! Yay!") I've decided there are two reasons that the club put those mirrors up: 1 -- To let those that can actually dance but might have been slightly overserved watch themselves dance so that they can make sure they still look good doing it. 2 -- To call the attention of the people who are making asses of themselves on the dance floor to the fact that they are making asses of themselves on the dance floor so they can sit the fuck down! Luckily I was one of the former and actually have never been one of the latter. May I never ever go there.

So after getting a little sweaty, we walked back and talked to Brian while he was ringing in his tickets. I, being as nice as I am and as drunk as I was, volunteered that we would give him a ride home. After all, he had gotten me good and wasted, he also lives in St. Albans, I know he's not a psycho killer because Steve and I have given him a ride home before, so why the hell not give the guy a ride? While we waited he brought out cheese sticks. Some guy approached me and started hitting on me while Cyndi and I were chowing down. I got a little mischevious and started talking to him with my mouth full of food and chewing with my mouth open where he could see. I figured he'd get grossed out and wander away, but no. He probably didn't mind what was in my mouth at that moment and was concentrating at what he wanted to put in my mouth later. I finally told him that Cyndi and I were going to "take the bartender home" and gave him a wink. He laughed and gave Brian a pat on the back and called him the man or something like that and Brian played along. Well...it was true in a way. We were going to take the bartender home.

We danced again and then came back to see if Brian was ready and to my dismay Steve came back to say hi. He had been hanging with the comedians and, unfortunately, watching me dance. For some reason I never intended to let him see me dance...maybe because I'm afraid that I don't dance as well as I think I do. Anyway, I don't remember much of that conversation either. He had a Ramones t-shirt on and I think I told him that I had one like it and had almost worn it.

Finally Brian was ready to go and we all piled in the car. Cyndi required some food so guess where we ended up! Yup! That's right! My favorite restaurant in the whole fucking world, Dwights!!!!! I realized just how fucking trashed I was when I could barely read the menu. It took at least 4 seconds for me to make sense of each word and I was started to feel a little overwhelmed when the waitress came back to ask me what I wanted. I ended up ordering the next thing that I focused on which happened to be chicken quesadillias. That was lucky. It just as easily could have been brown beans and cornbread. I hate brown beans and cornbread, but I would have ordered it and had to eat it to save face.

We took Brian home and Cyndi brought me home. I made her come in with me to check for creepy people hiding in my house. You never know...the convenience store sniper could have given up sniping outside of convenience stores and taken up hiding in young women's closets and gutting them like fish in their sleep. It could happen.

After Cyndi left, I was still sort of awake so I decided to call up Chris. It was 1 something in the morning and I'm glad that he wasn't sleeping. I remember parts of our conversation...and I just want to say that I'm sorry for subjecting him to my drunken ass blathering. Thanks for being a sport, Chris, you old cock-eyed jackal, you!!

I passed out around 2:15 AM. Steve called at around 3AM and I never heard the phone ring. I was O-U-T. I woke up at about 7:45 sweaty and feeling like every drop of moisture has been sucked out of my body, topped off with a mouth full of dried mucus. Delightful! I staggered upstairs and downed two full 16 oz. glasses of water and came down here to type this thing. Before sitting at the computer, I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. Damn, am I beautiful! I am one fucking hot chick with my mascara slightly smudged under my eyes and my hair all tangled and mussed from sleep. Dead Sexy!!!!!! I feel pretty good, however. For some reason I don't get really bad hangovers anymore...and I think that's partly due to the fact that I don't drink as much as I used to on my binges. I've learned my limits. I know what it takes to fuck me up and I stop after reaching that point. I think my parents would be so proud of me. :)

Well, I'm going to go upstairs and have one more glass of water and then I might try to get a little shut eye. Again, good morning!

Sorry for the silence. Life has been a bit busy and crazy lately. Where to begin? Well the night after I last posted, my friend Cyndi and I went out to the Comedy Zone in Charleston. There I ran into a guy I had met earlier in the month at my friend Nick's house...and he went home with my phone number.

A bit of history: The weekend of July 13th I stayed the night at Nick's. The next morning his friend Steve came over to take him to Lolapalooza in Ohio. I recognized Steve as the DJ "Regular Steve" from Rock 105.1 and ragged on him about not giving me a free CD or t-shirt the weekend before when Zac and I went to the Comedy Zone. We chatted for a few minutes and I left to have breakfast with Zac and Tator and that was that. Over breakfast I asked Tator if he knew if Regular Steve had a regular girlfriend or was he open to dating? (I know it's a lame joke...my excuse is that I am a dumbass and I truly need no excuse.)

Anyway, I have to drive past the radio station every day on my way to and from work. For the next couple of weeks when I drove by and saw his car there, I would think about leaving a mysterious little note with my phone number on it. But then I would come back to reality and think how fucking weird and psycho that might seem. (Crazy? I'm not crazy...well...maybe a wee, wee, wee bit.)

Anyway, while at the Zone with Cyndi on July 26th I was approached by Steve and he asked me to hang out after the show. We sat and talked for a while and then he invited us to go down to Mulligan's to hear a band. So a bit later I was sitting on a bar stool at Mulligan's enjoying the band and the company that I was keeping. Steve confessed to me that after meeting me at Nick's he had asked Nick to arrange a meeting between us. Nick simply gave Steve my phone number and told him to call me. So for the two weeks that I was thinking about leaving my number on his car, he already had it setting on his dresser at home but was simply too afraid to call for fear of seeming weird or psycho. :)

During our conversation that first night, I asked him his last name and he hesitated, winced, and said, "Perry". I instantly burst out laughing and broke into song: "Don't stop believing...hold on to that feeling...Street lights...People...". And then I said, "You're kidding, right?" His response: "Um...no...I'm not." I laughingly apologized for picking on him and then thought of Baseketball and couldn't help saying, "Steeeeeeeve Perry!". Luckily, he was amused.

Since the 26th, Steve and I have seen each other about every other day. He's a really nice guy, he treats me with respect, he's very driven to advance in his career, and he's funny as hell. We have a lot in common and from the beginning our personalities clicked. :) Of course, that's what usually happens whenever you first meet someone that you're interested in. Well...we'll see what happens. Am I ready for a relationship right now? I'm not really sure. But I'm just taking it as it comes...one day at a time...one moment at a time.