Big hugs to Jess for leaving me some guestbook lovin and feeling my unemployment pain!
I cried out for a reality show that I could really relate to. And The WB heard my cries. Thank you superstar USA. Thank you Mario, Rosa, Jo-jo and your big pink vest, and little untalented blond girl, thank you too. God I love that show.
OK, happy belated birthday to my homegirl Cristina! I'm not gonna recap the entire evening, cause Shana was kind enough to do it for me. So scurry over there and check it out. I will say we really did have an assload of fun. There were lap dances and attempts at booty calls and drunk dialing and me hugging strangers (shut up Bree) and video taping guys pee who wern't smart enough to close the bathroom door. Oh yeah, I said it. We really had a blast, Cris had fun, which is always good since it was her birthday. There was also gratuitous sex... unfortunately it wasn't being had by anyone in our party, but it was so close to us that we felt we had the right to charge admission.
The only thing that really sucked was that my dumb ass volunteered to be designated. I volunteered! Without being asked! What the fuck was I thinking? Martini Ranch had so many yummy looking concoctions that I wanted to sample, but I was sprite girl all night long. But it was kinda fun being the level headed one. I don't always get to be her. And trust me, there was some serious drunk corraling to be done. Plus, Cris is repaying the favor on my birthday in a couple weeks!! So, my drink shall be gotten on, just not this weekend.
So I get back from my driver duties at about 3am (THANKS TRACY!! YOU ROCK!), and before I even go into my house I pop into the car so that I might drive to the corner to my local Berto brothers establishment and partake of some taquito-y goodness. This was supposed to be a 15 minute trip. Then Trish calls. She got a flat tire 2 minutes after leaving my house, and didn't want to stand on the corner alone and change it. Logical. So I'm thinking, she gets flats all the time (it's those "new to you" tires she buys), so she should be an old pro at this. I should go, watch her change her tire and go get my food. 30 mins, tops, and I don't even get dirty. WRONG-O! For some reason her jack wouldn't work, and I didn't know if we even had one (we did) let alone how to work it. I've got large breasts, I've never changed my own tire. OK, actually, I just never had a flat, but still! It takes us an hour to get the damn tire changed. In the process she manages to get in a tif with her boyfriend (I'm not involved), but they've resolved that, to the best of my current knowledge. Ugh. Drama!
Anyways, I'm gonna jet, I need to go get me some food, plus I told my brother he could use the computer after me about 3 hours ago and he's getting his tampon all in a wad about it. Later days!
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