A Mixed Brew of Whiskey, Gambling, and the Consentual Loss of Hair.

I got a new hair cut today. And I really really like it. I am jumping on the "my hair flips out" train, as the bob cut that I've had since I was 3 is getting old. It's got to be a girl thing, but it feels so good to walk around with a nice new cut after it's styled. Why is it so hard to do it ourselves? I don't know. But I proceeded to walk around Pentagon City Mall buying some Christmas presents and then got drenched walking to my car and said adios to the new 'do. But those 40 minutes felt pretty good.

I have decided to lay low on the drink for awhile. Drinking alone waiting for your friend to get off work isn't always a good thing when you are drinking whiskey...for 3 hours. So...I either need a new and SAFE drink, or should just leave well enough alone and just breathe plain old air and drink some good old fashioned water for awhile. At least until Saturday, when I go to what is supposed to be a pretty big party.

In other news, my brother is in Vegas. I hope he gave our mother his ATM and credit cards, because that is bound to be a dangerous city for someone who would clear his buddies out of all his quarters every week and would drive a couple hours at the drop of a hat to go hit up a casino for kicks when I have to be up in 5 hours to fly back to DC...
Doug, at 11pm when I have a 7am departure back to DC, "Joy...why don't we skip the bar and drive up to the casino for awhile...I'll get you back in time to get to the airport..."
Me, "Um...why don't you come visit ME and we'll drive up to AC, I need a beer."

And that's all I have. I have less hair, can't hold my liquor, and am stuck waiting at work for the promotion or the go ahead to get another job...