Last Saturday night was the second night in a row where I nixed hanging out out and stayed home. I made some Midnight Margaritas and I tell you, those things are the devil. It’s my nana’s recipe and she always told me not to drink them until after midnight, but I never really understood why. These things give you the energy you would have after chugging like six Red Bulls and you end up in a home improvementy frame of mind. In the olden days, you know, the 90’s, stores closed at 11 p.m. so it was safe to drink them because nothing was open. Nana obviously didnt factor in that Walmart is now a 24 hour joint.
Two weekends ago, I ended up at Walmart in the middle of the night mixing paint and I painted three walls in my apartment. I’m so glad Candid Camera wasn’t in my apartment the next morning because the look on my face must have been priceless when I woke up and turned on the light and saw pink walls in my bathroom. I painted one of my dining room walls and the wall behind my bed firefox red, which means I moved my bed, painted the walls, waited for it to dry and then put everything back. I have no recollection of doing it and, other than some paint smudges on my hand, wouldn’t have believed it was me that did it.
Last Friday, I popped out to the sales to look for some new curtains for my bedroom and living room. I decided to stay in my apartment (fortuitous, really, considering that I just painted the walls) and I wanted it to look nice, and less like a kip. My cousin, Claire, is staying with me, so she took my car to go play pool with some of her friends, so I made some more Midnight Margaritas, safe in the knowledge that I had no transportation to go off on midnight forays anywhere. Well, I woke up today to find that I hung up both sets of curtains, I reorganized my books on the shelves, I reorganized my movies, and I hung up that big mirror that has been propped up against my wall for a year now. Plus, I baked cookies.
My nana made the mix when she came down to visit last month and I don’t know what’s in it, but it turns me into Wonder Woman. Worse case scenario, I can always get employment with a builder as a master painter. I’m scared of what I’ll get into this weekend, but I think it’s safe to say that I need to stay off the juice…….
Edited: July 21st, 2008
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