Another thing that happened during my most recent hiatus…I got another year older! I forget how old that is now. Thankfully. Hopefully everyone else does too. I finally got a chance to wear my smokin’ hot dress I got the last time I was in LA, and it. Was. Epic. Like seriously, I have never
Category: drunked and drunkeder
Another week of travel coming up for your beloved blogger The Unsinkable. This week it’s back to LA for a fun (or not) three-day series of meetings with developer-types and then a weekend of boating, drinking and fun with my LA besties! I shall endeavor both to not drop my phone in the water AND
Pretty much. Do you ever wake up the next morning and start thinking about the night before…and then replay what you can remember over and over to try to take the sting out? Yeah, that. Not that I go and get drunk all the time, but there are times now and again where I happened
In my opinion, birthday parties should always be held at dive bars, while dressed to the nines and surrounded by your closest friends. Oh, and you should have a rule about re-gifting…as in, everyone should do it.
As you may already know, Monday is my birthday! In previous years, this involves getting dressed up and going to my favorite karaoke watering hole. What makes it fun is being dressed up but going to a total dive bar. Since I moved to Kent last year, and the aforementioned karaoke watering hole is located
There comes a time in every dirty, mouthy hooker’s life in which she finds herself in the unavoidable situation of being drunk to the point of stupid activity but unfortunately not so drunk that she drinks herself into a safely somnolent stupor. On occasion, believe it or not, this has happened to me. Which is
It truly is amazing what comes out of the woodwork when you post a pic of yourself with the word “Porn” in it. So far this morning, I have been asked whether I’d like to share too-hot-for-Myspace pics, how many movies I’ve made, and a rather innocuous sounding “Hi, how was your weekend?” (that’s how
Well, well well. I ALMOST flaked out on my commitment to myself to blog more frequently. Yes, you might point out (rightly) that it has indeed been nine days since my last blog, but let’s kindly compare to the length of time prior to my return from hiatus, which was roughly two and a half
One would think, reasonably so, that a mature, successful, thirty-one-year-old mother would be beyond engaging in free-for-all catfights at the local watering hole. Fights that have to be broken up by several MEN, in which bras get ripped, hair gets pulled, and necks get scratched. One would think so, anyway. Unless, of course, we’re talking
So… Yeah, okay fine. It’s been like three months, but who’s counting, right? Let’s see if I can give a recap of the last three months in as few sentences as possible: Three day trips to LA. One trip to Tennessee and Philadelphia. One failed karaoke contest. Good things at work. Personal life in the shitter.