Partying like a rock star and putting up with douchebags

My friend Sarah came to Dallas to celebrate her 31st birthday, and it was a blast.  Picked her tipsy ass up from DFW, almost got lost in the Jetson City that is our airport even though I've been there numerous times, and then went out to Lower Greenville for one helluva time with her and our mutual friend Jeanna.  She wanted Tex Mex, so we took her to Ojeda's, and damn it was delicious.  I had the chicken and mushroom quesadillas, which I have to pronounce like Napolean Dynamite's grandmother, some shots of Patron, and then it was time to get our funky on.  We had so much fun, although I didn't have my inhaler with me and at one point during the night...okay at 4:30 in the morning...I was driving back to Ferris from Garland to get it, then back to Garland.  Yes, it's all in my head, but once I realize I don't have it, I can't breathe all the sudden.
Saturday was a chill day for the party girl.  Pedicures and wine at the nail salon, looking at boots that half off was $129, and eating sushi from a little general store out in the country that was so yummy.  Oh, and this:

Yep, that's right.  A free genital horse for the kids.  Can't make this shit up.

So, lets talk about how stupid men are.  It is my favorite topic.  Do not hit it off with me, get my number, then turn around and text me 30 minutes later saying how you "were feeling my friend and to give her your number."  Really?  For the love of Zeus...

I don't think guys realize how that makes us feel when they do that.  Like he was just getting to know me because he knew he stood no chance with her, but maybe if I give her your number, it will be like yeah, okay, he's cool.  Wrong.  You come off as an even bigger asshole when you do that.  And then when I tell you she's not interested, the next day, don't be all chummy with me because I won't tolerate that shit.  Bastards.

So, who watched "True Blood"?  Holy Alcide's hot naked ass Batman!  Can't believe we've got to wait until next summer for the new season.  Conspiracy.  At least I've got "Sons of Anarchy" to ease my pain.  Oh, Jax. 

And that was my weekend.  Oh, and then another friend came over and we watched the Falcons/Bears game, drank too much beer (that exploded on my wall) and I hopped off the diet bandwagon.  Naughty Courtney.  Back to reality today.  Dammit.