Baby It's Cold Outside

The dream didn't make much sense, but then again neither do reality television shows. I was picked from a handful of people, and asked to go along with an old girlfriend on a few dates that she was having for this reality show. I was there to chat with either of them if things seemed to be going slowly, save the girl if the guy seemed to be a jerk, and just generally be in the background otherwise. There were going to be two dates, I was told, and for both of those dates I was to fade into the background completely if they both decided to retire to the hot tub.

I'm not sure that on the second date the "bathe with the alligators" mud pit counted, especially since she kept trying to get out and he kept pushing her back in. I saved her, of course, because it was my dream. She continued the date with the guy due to contractual obligations, but he really seemed to be a whack-job.

All I remember about the first guy is wanting to punch him in the jaw for the things he was saying. It's strange that I can't put a face on him, because I think I knew him quite well in real life, but you know how dreams are. I'm pretty sure that both the girl and I had known this person, and neither of us were extremely pleased with the choice, but at least I was there to keep conversation going and funny, even if it did earn dark looks and promises of pain from the guy.

The strangest part of this dream is that in the end, after the second guy had left, I laughed, and she laughed too. We sat in companionable silence for a bit, and then she looked at me with an impish grin, "So, wanna go hot-tubbing?"

Three and a half more hours!

Okay, I'm not going to edit this in any wayh because I've alreayd had my full alottment of drinks fo r the night and I'm really cdrunk. I don't do this alot, so pease forgive me, I'm doing it dow for posterities sayke, right?

I'm serilsy very drunk, having had a full litre of Bailey's Irish Creme and a glass or two of Blackberry Brandy (which i smy favorite achohol). I don't nornamally drink this much, bu they, heit's New Year's Eve.

No matter how many mistakes are here, and how many times I write that I'm not going to correct this, believe it or not I've corrected this quite a bit. I'm sorry for the drunk rambling, but this post is more for me than for anyone else. I figure that next year I'll bve able to look back and laugh at myself as I get drunk on more than what I had here, or something.


I sincerely hope that everyone has had a fantastic New Years. I know that my evening has been full.

akdidge, I'm sorry, but I have not received your gift yet, so I don' tknow what it is, and th eonly thiung I can thin k of in this tate (wow, if zombies attacked right now I would die) is that you really did send me an igloo or something, but I'm sorry it didn't make it here to day, but hopefully it'll keep until Monday?

I love you all, and I swear that I'll keep these drunkm ramblings to myself the rest of the year. This is one of the few day of the year tha tI get drunk , for obvious reasons. Love you, bye~!

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I know I hgave at least one friend out there that likes to party. what's the best way to make sure I don't have a hangover the size of Mississippi tomorrow? Please help me before Mdnight, Eastern Standard Time. Thanks!

Damn. It's only 9:30 right now.