Last Weekend "Damn... I Suck"

Last weekend/week has been pretty crazy and I didn't need anymore stress so that's why there haven't been posts for the past week. My best friends in the whole wide world moved to NY officially last weekend, I've had friends in town and I'm moving as well... So I have shit going on I'm not just being a lazy ass!

My best friends happen to be a couple; the guy bestie left a week prior than his fiancee but before they left we had a killer party at VooDoo and celebrated getting older, great friendships and moving up in the world. (Of course there is a longer version of this shit show of a night, but too many characters have to be explained... be patent!) Sunday after the party my guy bestie, which we will call "Phil" (this is his drunken/blacked out alter ego that was established prior to me knowing him, either way - I dig it) took his flight and left to go to NY. I cried, as happy as I am, it's bittersweet. His fiancees' flight was last week on Sunday, we will call her "Fitzy" (this is again an alter ego established prior to me and you guessed it - I still dig it). Fitzy and I had more time to party before she left, we went out to a friends house for dinner on Monday, Thursday went to B-dubbs with a couple of other girls and the jamo was flowing... I'll take only 98% of the blame. Needless to say we were super drunk and I had been the person who drove everyone. Thank god my roomies called and wanted me to put in a order of wings and they would come pick it up, perfect!! My roomie got the pleasure of driving all of us drunk fools back to Fitzy house. I wake up late on Friday and was suppose to hit the road to go to UT to see one of my clients but completely forgot that my roomie had my car. I call him and he's in a meeting... hmm... not much else I can do at this point. So I decided since I was already late I'd bullshit with Fitzy and enlighten her on more stories that make me - me. She was somewhat horrified a bit, doesn't judge, but actually complements me saying I'm one of the best at handling adversity. Roomie comes and gives me my car and I finally get on the road and head to UT. This is how I arrived at "Canyon Rant". After work I finish up some final touches on Canyon Rant, got dressed and headed back over to Fitzys'. She wants to go out and dance at Blue Martini like we did the weekend prior and we actually had a pretty good time there. Didn't have any random guys trying to grind on us or have any stage 5's following us all over. Being stuck in a town full of meat head, industry douche bags that think they can dry hump you on the dance floor, being left alone - this never happens.

To say the least, this chick is never on time for anything! I don't mind anymore because I always tack on at least an hour to whatever time she wants to meet up or leave or whatever. I get there and she's sitting at the computer finishing up this incredibly sweet video made up of pics of me, her and Phil, the good times we've had and songs we all love in the background. It's about 10:30pm at this point and she was trying to upload her video to fb but it kept giving her error messages so this goes on for another half hour until she admits defeat and goes and starts getting ready. In the mean time this guy I've been seeing (or whatever... I don't know the difference between all of that shit... "Dating" "Seeing" "Going out" so fill me in) calls and is in a bad/weird mood and wants to drink. Heavily. We will call him "Matthew" solely due to the fact he looks very much like Matthew McConaughey, I wish I was kidding. I told him I would swing by and grab him when Fitzy was all ready, it's now approaching 11:30. By the time we search for keys, cards, and give ourselves a once over - it's 11:45 and we head to Matthews house. Drive down to Blue Martini, find a parking spot, fuck with the door men that I joked around with the week before, find a spot at the bar, order a beer and a shot, and consume - it's now 12:30ish. The night set up pretty well... drinks and dancing! Matthew was dealing with some of his own problems (which you will hear more about) so he was not socializing with us and that in turn pissed Fitzy off because she feels it's bringing down the mood... it may have slightly. We decided it was time to go, the music wasn't as good as last week anyways; at this time it's like 3:30am. I plan on driving back to Fitzys' house because I have to catch a flight at 8am to visit my girls in Salt Lake City. Fitzy grabs one ride and Matthew and I grab another and we head to his house, he and I start having a discussion about our situation and whatnot so I continue driving just because I hate hate hate having serious conversations, as much as it needed to happen, I like still having the option of being distracted. This conversation lasts about another hour and we finally decide it's time for Matthew to go home and for me to go to Fitzys' and sleep. However with the short drive that turned long I had to pee and lets just say I didn't end up meeting back up at Fitzys' house. Instead...

        Saturday night wasn't anything crazy me, Fitzy and the roomies just hung out at the house for a bit, went and got sushi - sake and Sapporo's (yum), grabbed more beer and booze and kept the party going till we all passed out. Waking up Sunday was terrible though... Fitzy was going to be gone on later on that day too. This sucks... but it was game face time, literally...

The Rest of the day pretty much played out as follows:
Whiskey Shot
Whiskey Shot
Beer
Whiskey Shot
Beer
Fitzys' final goodbye Vegas
Whiskey Shot
Whiskey shot
Beer
Bed
Yea... But the Bills were 2-0 at this point... it was a weird day...