Sorry folks, but I have to admit to something. I’ve been cheating. Yep. Last night, I went out to dinner and hooked up with Jose. We had a great time. The thing is, I’m not sure how to tell the Cap’n or the Club the news. I’m afraid they’d be jealous since they just don’t work for me anymore. I wasn’t quite as satisified with them as I was with Jose. Ahhh.. sometimes life sucks, especially when we have to hurt the ones we love.

*cracks up laughing* Ok Ok so no really, that’s as far as I can go to try and make it sound interesting. Really, it’s not that much.

I’ve had a migraine since Monday afternoon-ish, so I’ve been dosing up on the painkillers. After missing work Tuesday b/c I was so light sensitive, Tuesday night found me in a great Greek restaurant after dark enjoying shots of ouzo and the food of the gods. The Ouzo didn’t work, so I and then went home to try some Havana Club Rum – just to not feel the pain in my head. Only, it was still there. Wednesday had me taking more pain killers, and drinking 5 cups of coffee in hopes that the caffene would kill it. Nope, didn’t work.

Thursday (yesterday) had me with the painkillers and coffee combo. Nope, still didn’t work. Not wanting to be a spoilsport, I went out to a mexican dinner with a friend who’s just moved here from Norway, Scott. In the process of looking over the menu, and deciding upon chicken fajitas, I started thinking (ok salivating) for a decent margarita. Now, Scott, he says he doesn’t drink. Apparently I’m really good – because I ordered a large (two glasses) version of a strawberry margarita, made with my newest friend, Jose Cuervo. It was a bunch of slushy goodness – and yes, I got Scott to drink one too! After lining both glasses with salt and lime (the waitress thought I was strange), pouring out of the pitcher into my poor little 4 ounce glass and taking a few swallows, I was becoming a happy girl. My headache was dissipating like magic. By the end of the first glass, it was halfway gone. Near the end of the fajitas, I decided it was time for Mango. Yep, another small pitcher – and viola, headache is pretty well gone. No pressure, no pain, just a nice buzz from the alcohol, a shitload of giggles, and a really cool pyrotechnic display from the movie filming across the street.

Scott and I then proceeded to wander around for a bit laughing at the stinging freezing cold rain that pelted us as we tried to make it to the Reichstag (he’s never been inside) before it closed. In the end, we were too late to go inside and I headed home. However, there is good news.

Jose, I think I love you. My migraine is still gone this morning. I feel good, and I’m happy and ready to have productive day at work. Just don’t tell the Cap’n or the Club – they might be jealous of our little fling.