So it’s Friday night. And I’m sitting at home.
Alone. Well, except for my neurotic dog. Anyway, it’s Friday night and
I’m home alone. This is something entirely new for me and I’m still not
sure how to deal with the whole situation. Right now my ideas are to
take my dog for a very long walk, call a friend up for a soda, or start
season 3 of Highlander (which is an amazing show you should go check out
right now). None of them are quite as appealing as what I used to do:
get glammed up, hit downtown with my girls and spend the entire night
getting free drinks and dancing/flirting with random (hot) men. That is
what I’m good at and that is what I know. To hit on that even more, all
off the male bartenders knew my name and they knew my game, I even dated
them. But I was part of that … brotherhood? because I was a bartender
myself. My life was one long social party and it was awesome. But then I
got arrested for DWI (while I was on a terrible date, no less). So now,
a month later, I’m on probation that includes no alcohol, no bars, and a
curfew of midnight. Well, that’s my entire life turned upside down.
Entirely.
This blog is my chronicle of how to unwillingly go from Party Queen to … I don’t know – good, quiet girl?
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