Recap o' Events.

Did you know that last Thursday started Spring? It was GORGEOUS. 40 plus degrees. I wanted to run REALLY bad, but couldn't do to events.

And you know what happened on Friday? 14 inches of snow. We closed the office and canceled my event. 14 damn inches.

I got off of work at 1:00 and decided I was not going to trek out to see Remmy, #1 and B - but then, I got stuck. In my alley. WAY stuck. 45 minutes stuck. The BF was out on the northside so he couldn't help out, so me and some kitty litter worked really hard on getting my tires to grip. I looked over at the parking lot and it was just the same, people stuck all over the place. I figured this was a word from above telling me to go out with my friends.

It took me about 45 minutes to drive 18 miles - but I finally arrived at Paragon for some drinking fun. Knowing the weather was bad and already having a slush-can't-see run in on the express way, I opted to take it easy ... until the BF called and I found out he was getting out of work early and would head on up to Stallis. That's when I decided drinking was a good idea - I mean, he could drive if I got trashed. So down the Captain and Cokes went.

A couple rounds of bags, a little flirtation, accidentally grabbing Remy's not-shot-glasses in his pocket, an hour long conversation with the dude next to me about car accident later I was sobered up and headed back to the BFs. He wanted sex, I wanted sleep. So that's what I did, on his couch.

About 3am I crawled into bed with him and slept soundly until he had to go to work. We both woke up incredibly horny from not really seeing each other all week. I can tell you this ... walking up to someone kissing your neck and grabbing your tits is awesome. A 20 minute romp in the sack, I was back asleep and he was off to work.

I woke up around 10am and headed home, did a little shopping and then got ready for the Pit's 1st year anniversary. I got the BF's, prepped the appetizers for Easter and watched Marquette lose by one point - than it was off to the Pit.

There was a pizza eating contest and lots of music, to which my lovely BF serenaded the whole bar and danced like a white dude. Too many mixed cocktails later, we decided it was a good idea to go to the casino.

4:30 in the morning later and $80 down, we headed home - climbed into bed and promptly snored ourselves to sleep, knowing in just a couple hours the race to each other's families was on.

We woke up at 10:00 and I couldn't wait to get it on. It had been over a week since I came and I needed it before I smiled joyfully at my family and talked about work and "what's new" twenty times over. About an hour into messing around I was disappointed in the hangover sex and looked at the BF who, as always, was joking that he wanted to throw it in my butt. "Fine. But I need to cum."

See the post above.

I ran home, changed into my dress and flipped open my phone as R called. She was at my door and wanted to get a shot at the High. She's done so much for me that I couldn't say no. So on went the strappy sandals and the spring dress and over to the bar. "Happy Easter!" Shot glass in the air, down the hatch and into my car I went.

Right in front of the gas station my "almost out of gas" light pops on and I pull up to the pump - only to see my tire is out of air. Shit.

Over the snow bank I go in my sandals and struggle to get the air hose over to my tire. Crouched in my dress the attendant comes out and fills it for me. Over to the pump and $45 bucks later I have a full tire and tank.

The BF didn't want to risk the chance of a slow leak, so we piled into his car and headed out to family one. Than to my family.

I've decided that after this it's a one-family a holiday event. I'll give up some if he will. All though he did say perhaps we could host Thanksgiving to ease it up a bit.