a general state of disgruntlement

disgruntledness was what I first used for the title of this lovely blog, until I realized that I don't even think that it's a word. My fears were made true when that stupid little red squiggly line appeared under it. Actually, its a red dotted line, but that's not the point. Anyways, I chose disgruntlement from that handy little drop down of suggestions. Personally, I think disgruntledness sounds better than disgruntlement, even if it's not a word. Regardless of the word I use, the root is disgruntled and that is most definitely what I am right now.
Let me take you thru a series of events that has led to my current foul mood.
First event, Rick decides that since there is a long weekend coming up, we should get out of town. Sweet, I say. Long story short, we are going to Las Vegas this Friday. This is not a bad thing and is not why I am in a bad mood, but be patient, I will get there. Moving right on to the next event.. This is a good one.
There is a party happening, girls only, where the theme is wear your wedding dress or bridesmaid's dress. I responded as a yes to said party. I know the girl throwing it and a few others, but I don't know them all that well. Mel was on the fence, but got a bad cold, so she couldn't go. Carol called and we decided that we would go together. I planned on wearing what I wore in Krisztina's wedding and Carol bought a dress. I spend an hour and a half straightening my hair, another 30 minutes perfecting my make-up and getting all dolled up. I am also going to mention that I was starting to feel a cold coming on. Carol and I were both dressed up fabulously. She picks me up and we are on our way. We had to call the host for the address and as we pulled up in the driveway, she (the host) opened the door. The first thing Carol and I noticed was that the host was not in costume.In fact, she was in sweats. I told Carol to call her back and ask why she wasn't dressed and to ask if anyone else in attendance was dressed. I guess she wore her wedding dress for an hour, then took it off and so far, nobody was really dressed. I said there is no fucking way I am walking in there if nobody was dressed. I was wearing a fucking fancy ass strapless black dress and 4 1/4 inch stilettos for christ sakes! Carol felt the same way and she told the host that we were going to go home and change and we would come back. I also failed to mention that Leland, Phil and Krisztina and Blake had come over to play Rock Band with Rick. Carol and I walk in and I am fired up. Who throws a fucking theme party and then doesn't even dress up?? I can't even begin to describe how unbelievably irritated I was. I even made a kick ass fruit platter to bring. Arrg!! Just thinking about it riles me up again!
Carol and I change then decide to have a cocktail before we go back to the party. Well, that cocktail turned into 2 , then 3 then 4 and we never made it back to the party..heehee. We were perfectly content to drink here and chill, which was wicked fun. The cool thing was that we probably had more fun here anyways than we would have had at the theme party that really wasn't a theme party. .
The catalyst for my foul mood you ask? I AM FUCKING SICK. I felt like ass last night and after 14 hours sleep, I woke up feeling like death warmed over. Figures right? Since I'm going to Vegas at the end of the week, it totally fucking figures that I would get sick now. God, I am so pissed. Seriously, if I can't beat this shit by Friday, then I am going to be one bitter bitch.
I feel so crappy, that I haven't even smoked today. Not a one!!!
*sigh* I got nothing else. I feel like going back to bed.
In case I don't blog for a couple days, I would like all who read this to think good thoughts for Miss Taryn, who is getting her back operated on this week. We know she will be fine, but there is never anything wrong with people sending good vibes : )