Plans are made to be broken...Right?

So I am driving home from work last night, thinking about stopping at a liquor store and filling up a flask to get enough drink under my belt to seem calm and collected. I get a call from my husband, who asks why I've made plans, since he's on vacation from work this week (he was at the PGA practice rounds the last few days, I thought those were the only days he had off). Whoops! So I text my friend that I'm supposed to meet to hit golf balls with, letting him know (again) that I have to cancel. I have not heard back. I believe he is pissed. Who wouldn't be? I've cancelled twice now. But plans are made to be broken, right? Its just like the old saying goes "I'm so hungry I could beat a horse." Been there.

So we went out with his sister and her fiance and some of their friends for a couple of drinks and burgers at Shamrocks. Not bad - but kind of anti-climactic, all things considered.

We got home around 8, and the spousal unit turns on the Twins. Ok - don't get me wrong, I like the Twins if I'm watching the game in person with a beer and a dog in my hand. However, if I'm going to be watching sports on television, can't it be something a little more exciting - like football... or golf? Needless to say, almost every sexual impulse that I had been honing since the day's beginning faded. And I ended up calling a friend up to chat as my lovely spouse fell asleep on the couch. I just wish my vibrator (or myself) weren't as loud as I am (or it is).

Which leads me to last night - if anyone ever reads this, and is a master at deciphering the meaning hidden in dreams, I would absolutely love this one analyzed. I wrote it down after I woke up this morning because it had me laughing out loud:

I'm in a drug store, and I think I see Nicole Kidman. I'm not sure, so I sidle up and say "I'm a big fan." When she thanks me, I ask if I can be a total nerd and have my picture taken with her, because nobody will ever believe this. She said that was fine, and I suddenly spotted a Rock Band setup in the back of the store. I had, and proposed to her, my brilliant idea to make it look like we were buddies just hanging out and playing rock band together. She agreed (of course she would, we're tight), and we soon realized the instruments were on, so we started actually playing Rock Band. Then a guy from Canada that I met at Moondance Jam this year walked past and grabbed the mic. Long story short - its the all-American love story. We fall for one another while singing into fake instruments with Nicole Kidman and run off to his mother's house in Canada (clearly, I am a romantic). I remember a brief and torrid affair in his mother's dilapidated basement, and the fact that she had a lot of dogs. All of the dogs liked me except for one. The one that lived in the oven. Yeah - didn't strike me as weird until this morning. This big beast of a dog lived in the oven, and when my sister came to visit me at my lover's mother's house in Canada, the mean dog in the oven got along with her just fine.

Then I woke up.

This morning I had a propel with a diet coke chaser and am feeling ready to face the day. On the way to work I popped in my new mix cd that I made after some beverages last night (so I get to surprise myself with what music I picked). Thank goodness drunk me knew that sober me wouldn't know where to find - or would forget about - the rad new mix cd, and so put it in my purse for me for this morning. So far the songs are varied and upbeat, and I would like to meet drunk me sometime because I sound like a lot of fun.  I think today will be great. We'll see what happens tonight.