Drinking and driving.

I forgot to mention that I recently went drinking and driving. Fortunately, I wasn't driving. My cousins and I were driving up and down the main street near my apartment, stopping in for a drink at each bar along the way. We only ended up at three different places. Two of the bars were in a shady part of town so we opted out until we could get some muscle to escort us. During our little outing, we decided that it was quite silly for no bar to exist with a boat ride in it. We spotted a rundown, little bar along the road (near a creak, no less) and decided we were going to buy it, renovate  it, and instate a new sort of BYOB: Bring Your Own Boat. The last place we ended up was founded in the early twentieth century. We were tipsy at this point. The Budweiser girls sign on the wall, we decided, was an original piece from 1908. So was the bathroom. And half the liquor on the shelves. Maybe the bartender, too. We had a good time. That's what it's all about, right?

I had quite the good time drinking wine and rearranging my apartment this evening. That's definitely what it's about.

:)

Cook in the making. III

The best success story yet: chicken bacon ranch sandwiches.This is some pretty simple, but simply tasty food right here. You salt, pepper, and bake some chicken, fry up some bacon to near burned-ness, line some cute little hoagie bun things with slices of pepper jack cheese, rip up some iceberg lettuce, and drizzle ranch (more like downpour) over a combination of all things mentioned. It was all Boyfriend's idea. Go Boyfriend for all of his ideas! I rarely have ideas that count for anything worth while.

Besides the food, I have done a bit of shopping for the apartment recently. It's amazing how things like a clothes hamper, towel rack, and glade plug-in can really improve one's day. Ah, technology. Thank you for existing. You didn't think technology was merely an internet connection and some medical advancements, did you? Because that would be pure silliness. So buying apartment technologies was a blast on Tuesday. Until today, that is. Today, I checked my mailbox and discovered some stuff: a Penny Saver ad and Two Bills. Before I went shopping, I had checked my bank account and sincerely wondered why there was 'so much' money in there. I patted myself on the back to commend my money-saving efforts and figured it was okay to spend a little extra. As I stared at the Two Bills in my hand this evening, I recalled why there was 'so much' in my bank account. To pay them....

Hip, hip, hooray for budgeting! It only works if you REMEMBER it, though. Heh. Fortunately, I plan for my own stupidity a lot so I had a small backup fund to cover the Two Bills. Whew. Disaster avoided.

This weekend should be a blast. Boyfriend and I are going to stuff ourselves full of sushi and Chinese food, see an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie, and probably wind up drunk at a local bar. I live for the weekends. LIVE. FOR. THEM. Some jobs will do that to you. Not to mention being a generally old person these days. Though, now that I mention it, I don't know that 'old' is the right term. 'Broke' might be a better word to describe myself. Ha!