Maybe I need some resolutions

Whew. I am beat. While still on vacation, I am completely exhausted. Thankfully, HG is out on the golf course, so I can lazily move from bed-to-pool with greatest of humbleness.

Phoenix is fantastic. I’ve added a shade of red to my skin lounging around the pool and hiking Mummy Mountain. I have also acquired some fun bruises from a) hitting myself in the face with the door at the airport restroom; b) completely wiping out in the tub at the resort; c) and horseback riding off in the sunset. Perhaps I need an endless supply of pain creme and sunscreen.

I have eaten way too much; I have drank way too much. And severely paid back with a two-day hangover.

Christmas was bittersweet — I wasn’t particularly over-eager about the holidays in general this year, and I was reminded once again why I never can feel completely content. I had a blast with HG and his huge family — embarrassing middle-of-the-room introductions and being really sucky at card games and the like. I also acquired some strange patch of hives on my arm that hasn’t been completely ruled out as a food allergy. My resolution to remain non-food-phobic, I hope, remains intact.

New Year’s Eve we had dinner at Bungalow then continued the party to the W Hotel in Scottsdale. W was a ton of fun — you can’t beat spending NYE outdoors – albeit filled with bunch of douchebags and wannabes… and really slutty broads. *shuddering from really gross men’s bathroom story courtesy of HG* I resolve not to ever be “that drunk” that I would EVER allow a bathroom attendant to perform oral sex on the counter of a public restroom… or ever wear a dress so short as to see my hanging tampon string. Seriously, this happened in classy Scottsdale. Really fucking gross. But I do resolve to make sure that I keep finding hot chicks and returning them to lesbianism.

In also keeping tradition, I felt fine New Year’s Day, but proceeded to drink too much that night. We joined another couple for drinks at a sweet retro lounge at Valley Ho, then dinner at Cowboy Ciao. I had some testicular-less rooster meal. It was meh. The ribeye and lamb loin (tasted from other dishes) were amazing. And then they gave me bacon brittle on exit from the restaurant. Awesome.

Afterward, some karoke in a private room at Geisha Go-Go, and some bull-riding at Saddle Ranch. Yup, I rode the bull because I was pissed off and drunk. Which obviously doesn’t make for a fun end to the evening. Especially when I want to fight and go to bed in tears. *sigh* I am sabotaging myself. I need to check my insecurities. Quickly. But I refuse to allow some meddling blond ho-bag to attempt to ruin either my night or my relationship with HG. Ever.

My sisters, brother from Cali and my niece and I have been able to hang out, which has been so fun. A home-cooked meal on our first night in town gave all the necessary warm-and-fuzzies. Last night we had Trivial Pursuit game night. And finally a break of sobriety.

We have another round of dinner and drinks with Cleveland friends who are also in Arizona right now. Then the Fiesta Bowl. The vacation is already dwindling down to its last days, and it’s making me feel sad and distant. The daily dose of HG has been really nice and comforting, and I know returning to the Daily Grind will be difficult and lonely.

How will the dust settle in the Real World?

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