We got back to Sister's house and I changed and we began drinking more of the awesome Sangria that I had made the night before. We also had a bottle of Firefly and Absolut 100 in tow. We headed to the "Liv, Love, Life" BBQ in Harlem and I was Chatty Cathy the WHOLE way...I was tipsy. I had a giant bottle of gatorade that was filled with my strong drink, but I was trying to pace myself. It was all fun and games at the BBQ until...
I blacked out.
That's right, it happened again. The last thing I remember is talking to this girl I didn't know about her son, and then the next thing I remember we went to Popeye's and I peed in Starbucks, and then after that we were back at Sister's house and B was making me come outside to hang out.
Sunday we woke up, I went to go hang out with this guy who wanted me to come see him on Friday. We sat in my car for maybe two hours. He was entertaining and cute, but once again, he wanted to get into my pants (or at least he wanted my hand to get into his). Like a good girl, I refused and we ended up parting ways - I may see him again some time because his body is just bananas and well...I'm THAT girl.
B left on Monday and I helped make salads and marinades for shrimp and tofu for the BBQ next door. We stuffed ourselves and then I watched TV for the rest of the night.
Pretty much a glorious and relaxing weekend.