So yea, had another bowling league night last night. (i still can't believe i got talked into it) And had WAY too much fun! First off, my team was bowling against ma arch enemy, one of the few people i work with that i truly hate, who also just happens to be ma boss. doh!
since he's a prude-uptight-bastard who doesn't approve of tattoos, piercings, drinking, smoking, cussing, and basically anything fun, i've made it my mission in life to torment him as much as i can get away with and not damage my career.
so after i got off work, before league started, i went shopping. bought a cute ass pair of capri pants, new black wifebeater, a pyramid spike belt, and the most kick ass military style hat. i put ma hair in two braids (the better to see ma neck tatt) and changed before i got there. it was worth the $40 i spent on the outfit to see the look of outrage and disgust in his eyes when he saw me.
cut to: bowling. i'm not a great bowler, i actually signed up more for the drinking, than the bowling, but last night I ROCKED! dunno how much any of you know of the game, but the higher the score, the better. usually i bowl around 80-90 a game. i was making strike after strike and actually never bowled less than 120 in any of the three games.
i usually drink lite beer there, so as not to get all shitfaced around co-workers/bosses etc. but after my first red stripe, and me getting 3 strikes in a row, my old store manager (who's on ma team) informed me i would be drinking red stripe the rest of the evening. hahahahhahahahhahha AND he was buying!
so basicly, I spanked ma arch enemy...in 2 of the 3 games played. i was seriously putting some bad ju-ju on him everytime he went up to bowl. ma team beat his in all 3 games, which brings our season standings to 5-1. we're 2nd in the league.
afterwards, several of ma coworkers decided to hang out in the bar attached to the bowling ally. being quite a bit buzzed already, it didn't take much arm twisting to get me to stay and party more. it was all managers, therefor ma peers, and apparently either i'm really funny when i'm drunk, or they just wanted to see how drunk i'd get, because everytime i'd half finished a beer, another would appear in front of me out of thin air. i happily handed over ma keys to the asst. store manager and let the rest of them argue who's couch i was gonna get to know. felt kinda cool to be fought over
(females, btw...the guys were just eggin the girlies on) the asst pharmacy mgr won, and let me tell ya, if ya gotta be drunk and crash at someone's house, pick the drug-pusher...lmao. i have no idea what time it was we left, but once back at her house, her hubby cooked us a late-late-late dinner/early breakfast fit for any drunken queen. french toast, bacon, sausage links, grits....omg...i was poured onto the couch and the angel actually woke up @ 4:30am to take me back to ma truck, so i could be at work by 5am. she didn't have to be at work till 8. i had such a great time, the mood carried over into my work day and had an awesome day.
the district manager stopped by with some company of his (a meat dept. big-wig) and brought him over to chat with me 'bout blah blah blah. i know it burns ma store manager's ass that the DM'll make it a point to come over and introduce me to whoever he's dragging around. all part of that making him miserable plan i got
i swear....one day i'll be his boss, and i am so gonna abuse every power i have to repay him for every harsh word spoken or disgusted look he's given me. LMFAO!!!
*edit* btw....sorry for making ma dummy worry as much as he did, i gotta start keeping ma phone ON me at all times......