Her mother called me a thief

Ugh. I hate going drinking on work nights but I can't seem to help it. Goddamn. It all started when Tim bought a bar-b-que yesterday and then went to Safeway to get some steaks to grill up. We ended up getting potatoes, corn and a bunch of other little things we could cook on the grill too. It was actually quite an awesome meal. But during the meal we all drank beer and one thing led to another and before you know it you end up at the Roadhouse, getting hit on by 18 year olds (who were likely pulling wingman for their friends who were trying to get Chris). Home at 2:30 up at 7:45. Half-hour late for work. Feel like ass until around 10 when I start to wake up. Will likely work until 9 or 10 tonight. One more day in my ridiculous life.