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Sunday, April 25, 2004
Just one of those days. THOSE days, like that explains anything. I'll just jump right into this seeing as how Aimee is the only one who reads it and is awaiting a post updating my fabulous life of NOTHING! Or not so nothing... A weekend of Giaesque grandeur.
Chapter One - Bosom Buddies Brawling
After entertaining myself and others in a day of sex filled belly dancing and inadvertent flashing of an unsuspecting audience I found myself attending a birthday party at the Bar Deluxe. An extravagant festivity for an overweight human with long hair and a goatee -- I did not know him -- he was weird, but he bought me alcohol and who am I to judge, he wasn't so gross after a couple o' shots anyways. 80's night WHHHHAT? The DJ sucked, I found myself dancing as to avoid eye contact with the 40 something that had told me he loved me. I looked around and found myself pretty shocked to see that Fatty (the birthday dude) had some pretty hot friends. AND THE DANCING COMMENCED. Lets just get down to the bare boning of this corset
Friend number 1. A strange sweating boy named Scott grabbed my ass whilst dancing lifting me up off the ground and kissed me. I tapped out at this point I was not in the mood to do Ultimate fighting on the dance floor.
Friend number 2. A smaller gentleman, Ian, asking many questions about "my day" he smelled of hazelnut and alcohol. I could barely hear him and he didn't seem interested in finding out about my day he just couldn't think of a better drunk question. He bought me a drink and took down my number -- or I gave him Sabrina's I had already had a few drinks and I was bored so while he was talking I walked off.
Friend number 3. Paul -- ah Paul he was very cute and very drunk for a while I entertained the alcoholism because he was so good looking but when he got a boner on the dancefloor I thought it would be more interesting to leave him sporting wood and went out for some air.
Friend number 4. Jay, a shy guy from San Diego probably the nice one of them all but he was boring and stood in the corner staring most of the night -- I found him creepy and creepy is funny, while he was talking I started laughing and I spit some sex on the beach all over his shirt, I didn't feel bad I guess I should have.
Friend number 5. Not the cutest one of the bunch but he bathed me in compliments on how hot I was, this kept me busy for about 10 minutes and then I got tired of hearing it. I didn't catch his name AGAIN he wasn't the cutest one anyways.
Friend number 6. Dillon... HOT Dillon, I eyed him the entire time at the club but didn't meet him until we got outside -- 6'4 Dark hair, HOT. Insanity ensued...
Drunk driving is like pulling an all nighter I have to check and see if I'm sleeping when I shouldn't be. Back at my car the first fight occurred. Dillon = funny, funny is hot, funny keeps me busy. He jumps in the front seat. I am sitting in my car getting ready to follow Fatty back to his apartment in West Hollywood. Oh yeah Fatty's real name is Mike not that it matters. Paul, storms over to my open car door and demands that Dillon get out and lays across my lap like a place mat... drunk boys are interesting. Dillon gets out of the car and Paul pushes him I heard him say "she's mine." WOW ok well apparently I am OWNED I guess that's kinda cool... or scary. They look over at me I just wave, I think about jumping in my car and leaving but Dillon is too hot. Finally Dillon gets back in my car. Jay, Ian, Scott and Paul drive in Fatty's car with Fatty's girlfriend. Side note: These guys are really drunk. Dillon decides we should talk like gay men and yell at cops -- not a good idea. Meanwhile Paul and Scott and cussing out Dillon. I clearly saw Paul's anus when he mooned us, of course this was after he threw water in my car and sprayed the entire left side with windex... AND AGAIN -- DRUNK? Back in my car Dillon is hollering at women passing by "You don't mind that I do this right? I mean I am going to end up kissing you later." Yeah we both knew it... We get through a police check point unscathed after Dillon sasses a cop for 10 minutes complaining about the wait... we are drunk, we are driving... giving a cop attitude while doing this -- super awesome. Inside Fatty's apartment the tension scale is about a 9, and why is soft core porn on the TV? I am lost. I stayed for about an hour a house filled with drunk boys one girl and Fatty's girlfriend. UNCOMFORTABLE. My head was spinning in a competition for my attention. I felt like my name was echoing in my head by different voices "Lets go in the bathroom and make out" -- "Gee Scott that sounds like fun can I be pooing during this romantic endeavor as to heighten the ambiance?" drunk people don't get sarcasm -- sad. Dillon is laying on my lap... ANGRY BOYS UNITE! Attack No. 6 sector 4 outweighing the competition LEAVE NO MAN ALIVE. Fight two -- verbal assault. MAN they don't like Dillon. At this point its amusing that I am actually causing a fight amongst friends. Fatty's girlfriend is annoyed its 4 am and the bickering continues, I am satisfied. "I am going home are you staying" -- she is clever. OF COURSE I AM STAYING do you have 6 condoms I am going to be pretty busy! I leave -- Dillon follows -- he is like my puppy my sexy hot puppy... he is shirtless. We walk to my car. Insert imagination sequence.
Chapter Two -- See Spot Beg
Yes my hot sexy puppy... who's following who. He calls me the next morning. We meet up... WHY DO I LIKE HIM oh yeah he's hot and funny, nevermind. Ok he's almost 25 that's not so bad. This brings me to present time. See new post for update
Chapter One - Bosom Buddies Brawling
After entertaining myself and others in a day of sex filled belly dancing and inadvertent flashing of an unsuspecting audience I found myself attending a birthday party at the Bar Deluxe. An extravagant festivity for an overweight human with long hair and a goatee -- I did not know him -- he was weird, but he bought me alcohol and who am I to judge, he wasn't so gross after a couple o' shots anyways. 80's night WHHHHAT? The DJ sucked, I found myself dancing as to avoid eye contact with the 40 something that had told me he loved me. I looked around and found myself pretty shocked to see that Fatty (the birthday dude) had some pretty hot friends. AND THE DANCING COMMENCED. Lets just get down to the bare boning of this corset
Friend number 1. A strange sweating boy named Scott grabbed my ass whilst dancing lifting me up off the ground and kissed me. I tapped out at this point I was not in the mood to do Ultimate fighting on the dance floor.
Friend number 2. A smaller gentleman, Ian, asking many questions about "my day" he smelled of hazelnut and alcohol. I could barely hear him and he didn't seem interested in finding out about my day he just couldn't think of a better drunk question. He bought me a drink and took down my number -- or I gave him Sabrina's I had already had a few drinks and I was bored so while he was talking I walked off.
Friend number 3. Paul -- ah Paul he was very cute and very drunk for a while I entertained the alcoholism because he was so good looking but when he got a boner on the dancefloor I thought it would be more interesting to leave him sporting wood and went out for some air.
Friend number 4. Jay, a shy guy from San Diego probably the nice one of them all but he was boring and stood in the corner staring most of the night -- I found him creepy and creepy is funny, while he was talking I started laughing and I spit some sex on the beach all over his shirt, I didn't feel bad I guess I should have.
Friend number 5. Not the cutest one of the bunch but he bathed me in compliments on how hot I was, this kept me busy for about 10 minutes and then I got tired of hearing it. I didn't catch his name AGAIN he wasn't the cutest one anyways.
Friend number 6. Dillon... HOT Dillon, I eyed him the entire time at the club but didn't meet him until we got outside -- 6'4 Dark hair, HOT. Insanity ensued...
Drunk driving is like pulling an all nighter I have to check and see if I'm sleeping when I shouldn't be. Back at my car the first fight occurred. Dillon = funny, funny is hot, funny keeps me busy. He jumps in the front seat. I am sitting in my car getting ready to follow Fatty back to his apartment in West Hollywood. Oh yeah Fatty's real name is Mike not that it matters. Paul, storms over to my open car door and demands that Dillon get out and lays across my lap like a place mat... drunk boys are interesting. Dillon gets out of the car and Paul pushes him I heard him say "she's mine." WOW ok well apparently I am OWNED I guess that's kinda cool... or scary. They look over at me I just wave, I think about jumping in my car and leaving but Dillon is too hot. Finally Dillon gets back in my car. Jay, Ian, Scott and Paul drive in Fatty's car with Fatty's girlfriend. Side note: These guys are really drunk. Dillon decides we should talk like gay men and yell at cops -- not a good idea. Meanwhile Paul and Scott and cussing out Dillon. I clearly saw Paul's anus when he mooned us, of course this was after he threw water in my car and sprayed the entire left side with windex... AND AGAIN -- DRUNK? Back in my car Dillon is hollering at women passing by "You don't mind that I do this right? I mean I am going to end up kissing you later." Yeah we both knew it... We get through a police check point unscathed after Dillon sasses a cop for 10 minutes complaining about the wait... we are drunk, we are driving... giving a cop attitude while doing this -- super awesome. Inside Fatty's apartment the tension scale is about a 9, and why is soft core porn on the TV? I am lost. I stayed for about an hour a house filled with drunk boys one girl and Fatty's girlfriend. UNCOMFORTABLE. My head was spinning in a competition for my attention. I felt like my name was echoing in my head by different voices "Lets go in the bathroom and make out" -- "Gee Scott that sounds like fun can I be pooing during this romantic endeavor as to heighten the ambiance?" drunk people don't get sarcasm -- sad. Dillon is laying on my lap... ANGRY BOYS UNITE! Attack No. 6 sector 4 outweighing the competition LEAVE NO MAN ALIVE. Fight two -- verbal assault. MAN they don't like Dillon. At this point its amusing that I am actually causing a fight amongst friends. Fatty's girlfriend is annoyed its 4 am and the bickering continues, I am satisfied. "I am going home are you staying" -- she is clever. OF COURSE I AM STAYING do you have 6 condoms I am going to be pretty busy! I leave -- Dillon follows -- he is like my puppy my sexy hot puppy... he is shirtless. We walk to my car. Insert imagination sequence.
Chapter Two -- See Spot Beg
Yes my hot sexy puppy... who's following who. He calls me the next morning. We meet up... WHY DO I LIKE HIM oh yeah he's hot and funny, nevermind. Ok he's almost 25 that's not so bad. This brings me to present time. See new post for update
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