Power breakfast

Last night when I got home I was totally spent.Having worked late every night last week and then the weekend, without any real rest, my body was just letting me know that it had had enough. I changed into a maxi dress and poured myself a rum and coke. The plan was to have my drink while my feet soaked in the foot spa, while listening to Evolver cause if y'all did not know John Legend is coming to Trinidad and I buy my VIP pass today!!!! (happy dance)

Because one of my quirks is not liking to have cold drinks with ice, but rather frozen, I put my cocktail in a thermal cup, and placed it in the freezer to chill. I then made the biggest mistake of the night - I lay down on bed to stretch my inflamed back. And that was all she wrote. I woke up at 5am - with the lights on, makeup on and my cocktail a brown block of ice. I took said drink out of the freezer and placed it on my dresser for some reason, and stripped and went back to bed.

Woke up at 7.30, still tired but my body cannot do long night sleep like normal people. I got a slice of toast and walked back to my room, and downed the now melted rum and coke at 7.30am. lol. Does this mean I am a lush or that I was just plain thirsty!? Don't try this breakfast at home, friends.

As you may have guessed I have the day off cause I don't normally have that sort of breakfast at the office, nor do I blog from the office. I have been threatening to see a movie for weeks and life just always gets in the way. It is amazing how going to the cinema, buying some chips (I hate popcorn) and relaxing to see a movie requires so much planning and organisation for me. Nothing is simple anymore? Today is the day though - I swear. Today it just has to happen. I have errands which I should have started already but I wanted to pee out a bit of the rum in case the cops catch up with me and plus I just feel tired still. It has been a very hard 3 weeks - and I am totally burnt out. I had hoped to travel today but decided to save that money for a longer weekend.

But in other news, I met a really hot guy - first hot guy in months. I am not sure if he knows that I am checking him out, and I hope he was checking me out, but when he calls me back (we have some business to finalise), I think I may bite some balls and ask him out. I have never asked a man out in my life cause they usually come to me - the miscreants and the not so miscreant. But that sure as hell is not working out for me is it? I am not sure if he is married so I am hesitant.I don't want to come across as some desperada. He is older (of course, I like 'em marinated) and so gorgeous. And he wowed me. I have not been wowed in a very long time. I am not as bold with such things as I am with others. Matters of the heart and of the loins can destabilise strength of character sometimes.

But maybe I should have some more rum today so that when he calls, I would me Mellow Melanie. Wish me luck. And have a good day.

Draining out the rum bottle

The weekend thus far has involved a lot of rum and Sprite. A lot. It's delicious...what can I say? The bear seems to like it as well.

I am not feeling well and just have locked myself away. Besides physical discomfort and a huge serving of loneliness, I am also a bit miffed about my eyebrow wax this morning. My regular wax girl has moved and left no forwarding address and sure, one may say, it is not that hard to find another person to remove some eyebrow hair but it is. IT IS!

So for the past several weeks I have let my brows grow out cause 1. I get a better wax job when I let them grow out and 2. I was unsure as to who to let near my prized eyebrows.

For those who know what I look like, you know I take care of myself to the hilt. Including maintaining hot eyebrows!

Since I have already braved 2 interviews, a date and random happy hour sessions with scary Amazon, butch-lesbo brows, I decided to go to the place in town for a wax. I had had enough.

All I have to say about this is - I have drunk a lot of rum since the ordeal.

My eyebrows look like a drag queen's. I came home and no amount of cajoling could make me happy. I wish I had bangs. I will be a slave to eyebrow pencil until they start growing out. I told the fucking woman how I always had my brows done and she gave me trailer park/hood rat eyebrows. I am totally enraged. I was totally vexed!

Another shot of rum for the pain. For the loneliness. For my vanity.

At least the West Indies cricket team were playing some sensible cricket last I checked. And my God! They won! But England is a crap side anyway, so not celebrating yet. In any event, I have stopped drinking rum over my WI cricket team ages ago. I would have been an alcoholic by now.