Weekend Update & Blogging Sabbatical

Happy Monday! This is going to be a quick post today & possibly my only one of the week. I have a ton of work to get done since I’m getting surgery tomorrow-but more on that later. I gotta update you on Date #3!

My list of rules were totally reasonable from Friday. Did I adhere to every single one of them?


Come on, guys. Don’t you know me by now?

Friday was my third date with The Drummer. Well, not exactly a date, but our third time hanging out. I stayed at the college he works at and drank/hung out with all his co-workers. It was a little nerve wracking at first because I didn’t know what to expect or how many people were coming. I asked, but he was pretty vague about it.

When I arrived, we had a little time to catch up and talk about our weeks. Then, two of his friends show up. Okay, not too overwhelming. I’m pretty sociable and sometimes my discomfort comes off as awkward humor, which everyone is amused by. So pretty much, it looks like I’m like I’m trying to be funny. YES.

After about 20 minutes of the friendly meet and greet EVERYONE else shows up. Like, another 12-15ish people. THAT was the overwhelming part. Everyone knew each other and they were all excited to get drunk since the dorms were empty. Luckily, a lot of them were super nice. One guy turned to me and told me to tell him a great story, so I shot back with a “I went to dinner with Bobby Orr once.” That was a great ice breaker.


Side note: I was like 9, so it wasn’t a date or anything. I won a contest. But still, a pretty neat story.

Luckily, I hit it off with everyone. I didn’t get too drunk because I didn’t want to make a fool of myself so I was the perfect amount of myself AND drunk for people to get a good idea of who I was as a person. Let’s be real though-I mostly hung out with the guys and smoked cigars outside while drinking my Manhattans. The guys made sure to text The Drummer later on to tell him they loved me.

I definitely followed a good chunk of my rules. At one point, and a few Manhattans later, I did do ONE penis joke and I just stopped halfway and thought to myself “Dammit, Lara. No penis jokes. NONE.” So I kind of saved myself. But I definitely didn’t drink whiskey from the bottle and I only shook my bum for ONE song and no one saw.


However, there was one rule I broke that I wasn’t too upset over. Since I had such a long drive home, I ended up sleeping over and…


I’m sorry guys. That’s all I can give you. Since I actually like this guy, I figured I should be polite and not write about personal stuff with him. As much as I LOVE documenting my sexcapades, this one isn’t a onenight-gonna-blog-about-it-stand. But on a scale of one to ten it was a——


I’m really happy in this moment. I mean, a little fearful of this whole situation. I haven’t really developed feelings for anyone since my ex and seeing the way The Drummer looks at me brings me to this weird place where I want to let him in, but I have these subconscious walls up that, at the moment, I don’t have control over. And I don’t want to control them right now either. They’re defense mechanisms and they keep me grounded. But I digress-that’s a sappy post for another day.

Anyways, I have surgery tomorrow. I’m getting gum grafts on a few teeth. It’s basically when they cut the skin from the roof of your mouth and put it where your gums should be. I had it done back in July and I ain’t even gonna lie to you-it fucking hurts. A LOT. I don’t wish that upon anyone.

And you know what really pisses me off? The fact that your dentist and periodontist will tell you it feels like “a pizza burn.”



For that reason, they put you on two levels of pain medication. Because it fucking hurts. I’ll be on a strict diet of Chobani and double doses of Vicodin (that’s how to really get those pain killers working) for 4 days, so I may not be in my right mind to post anything for a bit. Who knows though-maybe I’ll get all pain med high and start rambling on Thanksgiving about how grateful I am to be alive and then start crying on my laptop. It’s me, so anything is possible.

I’m staying at The Drummer’s after surgery. He offered to take care of me for the night, which was super sweet. He’s leaving to stay with his family for the holiday week, so I wouldn’t get to see him until next week if I couldn’t tomorrow. If the guy can handle me with a swollen mouth and yoga pants, then he can handle me through anything haha.

Even if I’m not posting, I’ll still be reading yours! I need something to do while I’m in bed in massive amounts of pain. Make ’em good!

Have a fabulous Monday everyone! xx



  1. Best of luck. Know what would be interesting? Blog while on the meds. Sure it might make sense to YOU at the time, and it won’t make sense to US, but it’s all fun. Sometimes the best sense is not making any to begin with.

    On a serious note, I hope your procedure goes well and hope you have a quick recovery.

    1. Haha I really should do a post on meds. Especially immediately after while I’m all sedated. I might change the world.

      And thank you! I’ll only be out of commission for like 4 days, so not too bad! 🙂

  2. Hope it all goes well (with the Drummer AND the procedure.) send some luck my way! ^.^

    (Also if it’s okay to pop it here, please check out my Sex&theCity esq type dating blog.)

  3. Glad to hear things went well with the new fella. Just take it slow with the emotional stuff. I was a little paranoid and constantly comparing the last girl to my ex, but I realized that people are all really different and so are the relationships.

    Good luck with the procedure and don’t have too much fun with that Vicodin!

  4. I work for a dentist – they ALWAYS say it feels like a pizza burn! My patients always say it’s not the most fun thing they have ever done. I’ve never had anyone put to sleep for it though…or given anything too strong afterwards. Lucky girl!

    1. Haha yeah, I kind of freaked out the last time I got it done, so they prescribed me anti-anxiety meds this time around plus lots of pain killers. It’s the worst! I have 3 more teeth after this round too. My luck. Only good thing about it is The Drummer will be my in-home nurse feeding me lots of soup haha 🙂

  5. Kudos on obeying your own rules. Wish I had that ability… If I could be drinking without taking Jack straight from the bottle, we’d all be better off. Sounded like a great night though! You go girl! ..or something equally awkward..

    Gonna miss yours posts this week.. They’re really saving me on my way home from work! Thank you for being awkward and awesome on the Internet!

    And good luck tomorrow!


  6. You… had… dinner… with Bobby Orr!?! Ahhhh – that’s AWESOME! Sure you were but a kid, but still… Bobby freakin’ Orr… too damn cool. — The date sounded amazing – so happy for you! The dude is one lucky bastard – make sure he knows it 🙂 — That dental surgery sounds like it’s gonna suck donkey farts – but – pain killers = GOOD 🙂

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