Recap of last night.

Jul 24, 2003 15:03

Got a call from Ewii and Donny.
They were celebrating their birthdays and invited me along.
Being a Wednesday night, the only place half exciting was BS West.
I get home and start making raspberry lemonade and both Ewii and Donny show up.
So I showered and shaved and made me a stiff drink in 7 minutes or so.
Headed to BS and I was drinking on the way there.
Got to BS did the norm. Started drinking.
This guy who was at BS takes all of our pictures which I will post once I find someone with a scanner.
Donny is hella old but very young looking and of course he gets hit on.
These 2 geeks gone club boy types start talking to Donny then me blah blah. I pretended like I didn't speak english which I pull off very well.
Either way, this other retard starts talking to Donny.
One of those typical "I'm a fabulous fag that lives at my sugar daddies house" types. Very shallow and very annoying. Being as drunk as I was and since I wasn't in my car, I had no choice but to go with Ewii and Donny. But I didn't put up much of a protest because it was barely 1am.
His house was infact "fabulous" as he put it. We drove up, there were lambohrginis in the garage which were pretty tiznite.
I went skinny dipping for the first time in my life and got very very stoned while drunk. Yummy!
I don't remember much other than skinny dipping. Petting this queers chihuahuas, having shallow conversations, eating this guys chips, pushing Donny so hard that he fell (I'm surprised he didn't kick my ass), getting dropped off at home, forgetting my keys in Ewii's car, breaking into my apartment (which was too easy), and sleeping.

Last night made me realize a few things.
I now know why I can't stand that retarded ass IONAZ circuit boy crowd.
How cool skinny dipping is.
How much fun I have with Ewii and Donny despite the fact that gay bars fuckin suck.
How much of an asshole I really am to people I don't like.
How much I need to do something about body hair.
And how much I desperatly need to cut down on my drinking.

Blah! This journal turned into a whine session!
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