Cold drinks + High humidity = sticky shoes

Last night was a good time! I admit, I was a little hurt that I was the last to find out about the night out, but I know I shouldn't take it personally. After all, my cubicle is in the Pit of Despair, an absolute black hole that few venture into. But after I got my head out of my ass and went anyway, I was really glad I did. Social time is limited for me (sometimes by choice, sometimes not) so getting out was definitely good. The people I work with are a ton of fun to hang out with, and it's good to have those kinds of friends again!
The best part was establishing myself as the resident heathen. Not whore, heathen! In other words I can flirt like hell, talk all sorts of smack, have a horribly dirty mind and do my best to drag everyone around me into the gutter as well, without being all slutty. It's fun, and a side of me that hasn't been able to come out in a while. My co-workers have a new perspective of me, I'm sure! And if B had been able to go, I'm sure it would have been even more entertaining for the people around us... when we're both in that sort of mood, we play off of each other and have all sorts of fun. (He was studying for finals though.)
But dammit, I feel kinda old! I wasn't out very late (I was home by midnight) and I only finished two drinks (I dropped one, and accidentally knocked Nikki's out of her hand... I'm blaming the slippery, condesation-coated plastic cups!!), but lordy am I tired today. Of course I haven't been sleeping very well lately anyway, and last night I kept waking up every hour or so for no real reason, so that didn't help at all. B left for Indiana a little bit ago though, so I'm going to nap, read, eat Skinny Cows, and relax.
Tomorrow when B gets home we're driving to Cleveland to visit a friend who's home on leave from Iraq, maybe visit ArtFest if there's time, and celebrate the mom-in-law's b-day/late Father's Day. Busy... but then next weekend we aren't planning on doing a whole lot of anything besides sit on the porch with the hose to prevent the hoodlums on our street from burning our house down with firecrackers. (Hate. The hoodlums and firecrackers, both.)