what an evening.
i have a bugbite in my ear. it's really annoying. i had the hiccups for like... an HOUR tonight at the bar. i looked so hot, all hiccuping, without my shirt on (more on that in a minute...)
let us start at the beginning of the evening. i went oot and aboot with the kismet, travisattva, and mike and mike. we went to the noodle house, then walked, then i went to pancheros (mmm bean burrito.) it was soooo messy. sour cream everywhere. terrible. but so good. mmm. then we walked. then we sat, because travis is a lazy lazy bitch. then we went to the yacht club to see where stu's playing next (none of them had seen it before), then we went to studio because none of them had (well, actually mike and mike had... but kismet and travis hadn't...) seen my home away from home... then we parted ways. i went home to put on deodorant (because i smelled bad ~_~) and change shoes. then i came back in to studio, and patrick was there!!! yaaaaay patrick! and he's like "*reads my shirt, which says "dorks are hot"* do you have a tank top on?" "and i'm like "yeah.... why?" and he's like "take your shirt off." all urgent like. and i'm like "what?!" and he's like "do it. take your shirt off. just do it." so i did. and i look over, and lo and behold, there's derek, wearing... what else... the shirt i got him for his birthday, which says.... "dork" greeeeat. *sigh*
so, i ran around in my camisole all night. i looked like a ho. *sigh* zane came and danced with me and patrick, but tried to rape us... so we stopped that. he also invited me down to the parking ramp for some good times. but i declined. < side note > one of my friends told me how to get my blog titles to show up! i'm so happy!!!!! < / side note> anywho, i'm glad zane and i are friends again. even if he does try to rape patrick and me. and sean. and... prolly some other people. eh.
let's see, what else? kenny played 'you spin my right round' for me. i was all talking to court in the front bar, and i heard it start and i SPRINTED to the dance floor. heather and tom and i were like... the ONLY ones dancing. court came and danced with me like.... midway through. (court is gonna be my boss soon ^_^ more on that in a minute!) good times. so, last call, la la la, say my goodbyes, go outside to sit on the wall.
outside, sit on the wall, phil tries to take my shoes, i kick him (no straight boy is gettin MY shoes. hellll no.) then, all of a sudden, disaster! matty (sparkles) is drunk off his ass and trying to beat up some pooooor little emo boy. so, phil and i spring into action. (well, phil sprung into action, i stood back for awhile) and grab matt to restrain him and save the poor little emo boy. matt is... no so happy about being restrained, and begins biting, scratching, kicking... being a general bitch. so, being that all of matt's good friends are gone, and i'm the only one who even knows him, let alone being friends with him... so, i try to talk to him, but he's mad. so he calls me a slut, bitch, whore... the whole nine yards. then some girl said something, so he started calling HER all those names... and SHE got all mad... (i thought we were going to have a bitch fight on our hands...) so i let phil handle matt, and calmed her down... then went BACK to matt, who was now REALLY pissed off and kicking and biting and such. so i have TWO bite marks on my shoulder. and a scratch on my arm. so. the po-lice show up. and matt calms down... (well, stops being violent) and starts sobbing (he is not 21 so much as.... 19.) so, they come and ask for a license. and matt ... get this... matt says "fuck off you fucker" and i grab him and am like "matthew. do NOT speak to the police officer like that, APOLOGIZE right now." and he does. (thank god) and so the cop is talking to me... "what happened" yadda yadda... so we talk. then him and matt talk. then we talk some more. and he's like (to sparkles) "do you think you can get a taxi?" and heather and tom and i are like "YES. yes, he can. we will get RIGHT on that." so. they let him go. (thaaaank god) we got him a taxi... and he's home. yay! heather and tom are absolute dolls for waiting with me and matt for the taxi (which was soooo slow.) and brett is a doll for calling the taxi... and derek is a doll for restraining matt when phil got tired. and all is well. *happysigh* another drunken catastrophe with my gay boys was diverted. these kids have TERRIBLE friends, they're always ditching them and stuff. sheesh.
but then again, my friends always do that too. and i can't be the sober one when i'm drunk.... which has lead to some not-so-good phone calls... (sorry derek and adam ~_~)
so. that was MY night. how was yours?
let us start at the beginning of the evening. i went oot and aboot with the kismet, travisattva, and mike and mike. we went to the noodle house, then walked, then i went to pancheros (mmm bean burrito.) it was soooo messy. sour cream everywhere. terrible. but so good. mmm. then we walked. then we sat, because travis is a lazy lazy bitch. then we went to the yacht club to see where stu's playing next (none of them had seen it before), then we went to studio because none of them had (well, actually mike and mike had... but kismet and travis hadn't...) seen my home away from home... then we parted ways. i went home to put on deodorant (because i smelled bad ~_~) and change shoes. then i came back in to studio, and patrick was there!!! yaaaaay patrick! and he's like "*reads my shirt, which says "dorks are hot"* do you have a tank top on?" "and i'm like "yeah.... why?" and he's like "take your shirt off." all urgent like. and i'm like "what?!" and he's like "do it. take your shirt off. just do it." so i did. and i look over, and lo and behold, there's derek, wearing... what else... the shirt i got him for his birthday, which says.... "dork" greeeeat. *sigh*
so, i ran around in my camisole all night. i looked like a ho. *sigh* zane came and danced with me and patrick, but tried to rape us... so we stopped that. he also invited me down to the parking ramp for some good times. but i declined. < side note > one of my friends told me how to get my blog titles to show up! i'm so happy!!!!! < / side note> anywho, i'm glad zane and i are friends again. even if he does try to rape patrick and me. and sean. and... prolly some other people. eh.
let's see, what else? kenny played 'you spin my right round' for me. i was all talking to court in the front bar, and i heard it start and i SPRINTED to the dance floor. heather and tom and i were like... the ONLY ones dancing. court came and danced with me like.... midway through. (court is gonna be my boss soon ^_^ more on that in a minute!) good times. so, last call, la la la, say my goodbyes, go outside to sit on the wall.
outside, sit on the wall, phil tries to take my shoes, i kick him (no straight boy is gettin MY shoes. hellll no.) then, all of a sudden, disaster! matty (sparkles) is drunk off his ass and trying to beat up some pooooor little emo boy. so, phil and i spring into action. (well, phil sprung into action, i stood back for awhile) and grab matt to restrain him and save the poor little emo boy. matt is... no so happy about being restrained, and begins biting, scratching, kicking... being a general bitch. so, being that all of matt's good friends are gone, and i'm the only one who even knows him, let alone being friends with him... so, i try to talk to him, but he's mad. so he calls me a slut, bitch, whore... the whole nine yards. then some girl said something, so he started calling HER all those names... and SHE got all mad... (i thought we were going to have a bitch fight on our hands...) so i let phil handle matt, and calmed her down... then went BACK to matt, who was now REALLY pissed off and kicking and biting and such. so i have TWO bite marks on my shoulder. and a scratch on my arm. so. the po-lice show up. and matt calms down... (well, stops being violent) and starts sobbing (he is not 21 so much as.... 19.) so, they come and ask for a license. and matt ... get this... matt says "fuck off you fucker" and i grab him and am like "matthew. do NOT speak to the police officer like that, APOLOGIZE right now." and he does. (thank god) and so the cop is talking to me... "what happened" yadda yadda... so we talk. then him and matt talk. then we talk some more. and he's like (to sparkles) "do you think you can get a taxi?" and heather and tom and i are like "YES. yes, he can. we will get RIGHT on that." so. they let him go. (thaaaank god) we got him a taxi... and he's home. yay! heather and tom are absolute dolls for waiting with me and matt for the taxi (which was soooo slow.) and brett is a doll for calling the taxi... and derek is a doll for restraining matt when phil got tired. and all is well. *happysigh* another drunken catastrophe with my gay boys was diverted. these kids have TERRIBLE friends, they're always ditching them and stuff. sheesh.
but then again, my friends always do that too. and i can't be the sober one when i'm drunk.... which has lead to some not-so-good phone calls... (sorry derek and adam ~_~)
so. that was MY night. how was yours?
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