Mundane Monday

Good evening bitches! I somehow made it through Monday after having a super-relaxing weekend. Here's the play-by-play: On Friday, I hung out with the pseudo-bf. We were supposed to go out that night, but I fell asleep on him. However, we did have our own two-person Cinco de Mayo celebration. Well, not really. We were just looking for a reason to eat tacos and drink beer. He didn't seem okay with my falling asleep on him, even though I tried to explain that I was exhausted from a long week of dealing with The Man (although I really don't do shit on my job). I kind of feel bad about that. But thats what had happened.

Saturday was nice. I saw my sister off to prom, and then went to a fight party and watched De La Hoya beat the shit out of Mayorga. Note: If you are going to talk major shit to someone you are about to fight, please follow through. Don't let yourself get beat down on pay-per view like a 2 dollar hoe. I met my best friend's fake bf for the first time at the fight party. He was a cool guy. He passed the friend test. He was on shaky ground for a minute though, when he hopped up during the fight and said that he wanted to punch out his baby's mama like De La Hoya was punching out Mayorga. I was like wtf? Nigga is you crazy? And if that wasn't bad enough, his hood-ass homeboys were egging him on. I was like, hmmmm...ok. Keep an eye on this fool, because obviously he has ass-kicking tendencies. But he redeemed himself. He treated my friend very well, and they seem to really like each other. So I'll let the boxing-up-the-baby-mama comment slide for now.

Sunday was beautiful. The pseudo-bf invited me to a surf competition in Malibu where he was shooting some footage for a piece he is working on. It was hella cold in the morning, but it warmed up around noon. I had a buzz going before noon, and the water was beautiful. It was fabulous. I felt like I was on a vacation for a day.

But, now I'm back to corporate America. Bland.