Birthday Stories and more!
Hello all my lovelies! Thanks so much for all the birthday messages and phone calls that i got from all of you! I wish you could have been here to celebrate it with me. But I haven't posted in a really long time, at least not since i've moved so i have a lot to tell you but i'll just give you this past week instead of everything.
So, last Sunday night I get the flu right... it was the worst fucking thing ever and i didn't sleep at all that night. The crappy thing was that I had a ton of things to do on monday so i didn't really have time to be sick. I had all the pre-op appointments for my surgery (which is this upcoming friday) and they were all the way in south san francisco which is about the distance to fountain or pueblo from the springs. My roommate Sam who was gonna go with me and i were gonna just take the train there because it would be really close but we both knew there was no way i was gonna live through that train ride... i looked like shit and felt even worse, seriously it was awful. So Sam calls everyone we know who has a car to see if they will let us borrow it but it was like 6-7 am so no one was really up for planning a vehicle exchange. So we end up calling the director of the dance department who is luckily a really close friend of mine and she lets us borrow her car but we had to go get it from her house. So we took this horrible cab ride to my professors house in which i was about to puke in the backseat the whole time. Finally we get everything settled and get to the appointments which were fine, nothing too exciting to report except that i'm not going to have to be on crutches like we thought but i am gonna be in a cast for 6 weeks which is gonna suck really bad. OH and i got blood drawn and i didn't pass out for the first time ever. Ok then, after the four appointments that i had, i had a job interview so i went to that and it went fine except that it was 2 AND A HALF HOURS LONG! By the end i thought i was gonna die. I had to take the bus home because Sam had to return the car and the bus was so bumpy that i ended up having to get off and walk all the way home which took about an hour because was walking sooooo slow. But when i was on the bus, when we were going through japantown this woman got on the bus that i am convinced had just run away from her husband. She literally ran onto the bus sprawled onto the floor and was crying and yelling in japanese. People tried to help her but no one that spoke japanese was doing anything so all of the english speaking people were just confused. The only things that she could say in english were like "what happened" or "stop hurting me" it was really weird. Anyways, i finally made it home and went to bed at 4pm mmmmhmmmmm thats right 4pm and i called it a day.
For my birthday, i woke up at one of my professor's houses because sam was house sitting and i was staying with her. We had just a really chill morning and went out to breakfast and hung out. Everyone had to work during the day so i just went downtown and walked around. It was such a great day and it was so relaxing. Then after sam got off of work we hung out downtown some more and at like 8ish she said that we should get going home. I kinda suspected something was up cuz none of them were talking to me all day. Ohhhhh and before i continue, i was convinced that they were gonna fly one of you guys here as my present which would have been A-mazing and then i got a message from maggie asking me if aaron was here because she thought that she'd heard something about him visiting for my birthday so i was super excited and on edge the whole day cuz i was just expecting him to like jump out of a corner somewhere all day long. However, my suspicion was wrong seeing as you are all still there. Anyways, so sam and i come home and our other roommates are here and they proceed to tell me to hurry up and get dressed cuz we only have 20 minutes till we leave. So i scramble and get ready....and look pretty hot might i add and we get in a car to go to a place called Asia SF which is yes folks, a drag queen bar! I had no idea because i had never been there so we walked in the door and i took a picture with these two random people who i thought were girls but were not and i had to be informed that all of the women there were actually men on their birth certificates. So how the place works is there is a restaurant and bar upstairs and a club downstairs and while you wait for your table you go down to the club and dance. Then during dinner there's these drag shows that happen and it is sooooo amazing. i felt supremely inadequate considering that these men were sexier and more beautiful than me but it was still like the best place ever. Oh and we ended up getting a bunch of free rounds of shots because the manager liked us.... and my name and birthday was printed on the menu which was way cool too! haha After that we came back to our house and had a party here, some of my dance friends came to join us and it was super fun. We were all so hung over the next day that no one got out of bed till like 2pm. It was beautiful.
OK last story i promise. Last night, was the pink party because as you all know it is pride weekend here in the capital city of love!! So our plan was to go to the pink party for a while and then go to the bar for the rest of the night. The pink party turned out to be not that much fun, there seriously were a million and five people in about a 4 block radius and it was crazy, its one of the only festivals in the country where you're allowed to walk around with alcohol in the street so you know that its gonna get rowdy. We only stayed for like an hour then we went to the bar which was ok. There were a lot of cute boys there but i apparently had absolutely NO game last night because all i ended up with were these two different irish boys neither of which was very cute and one of them was the worst dancer EVER, which you know is the biggest turn off!! I was drinking adios mother fuckers again (i really need to learn my lesson with this drink because it very seldom ends well and usually ends up with a lj post) Anyways i apparently had a lot of them because we went to eat after we left the bar and i was laying on the curb throwing up lol. The funniest part to me was that in my drunken logic i thought it would be good to take off my shoes and leave them under the table....wtf? so not only am i dying in the street but i'm also barefooted. My friends try to put me in a cab to go home but i threw up in the cab and had to get out, spent some more time sitting at the curb, i now have shoes on and then finally got in a cab and made it home. I've never really been in that bad of shape after drinking and it sucks cuz i didn't even have that good of a night before i got sick so that i could say like yea it sucked that i got sick but at least it was fun beforehand.... nope not really the case. Then when i got back my roommate melissa brought some guy back from the bar so i slept with sam since she was taking care of me and i was literally shaking uncontrollably! i guess i was cold cuz they put 6 down blankets on top of me. Then i got into this really depressed state and i was crying (me crying... i never do that!) because i felt so bad that my friends had to take care of me. I was also convinced that i wasn't going to see people again so i called aaron...dumb idea but his phone was dying but i didn't want to let him hang up cuz i literally thought i wasn't ever going to talk to him again. I did the same thing with justin, he left the room for like 5 sec and i told sam, "i hope i see him again." OMG it was so weird and basically awful. I think i need to calm down with the partying just a little. lol
Ok that's all of my stories! Hopefully you made it all the way through, sorry about the length. I'm having surgery on friday and my mom is coming to stay for a week which is kinda exciting but you guys should call me during that week because talking to me on pain meds could be quite hilarious!
I love you all so so much I wish we could all be in the same place! That way you could witness these stories first hand lol!
I love you and miss you!
So, last Sunday night I get the flu right... it was the worst fucking thing ever and i didn't sleep at all that night. The crappy thing was that I had a ton of things to do on monday so i didn't really have time to be sick. I had all the pre-op appointments for my surgery (which is this upcoming friday) and they were all the way in south san francisco which is about the distance to fountain or pueblo from the springs. My roommate Sam who was gonna go with me and i were gonna just take the train there because it would be really close but we both knew there was no way i was gonna live through that train ride... i looked like shit and felt even worse, seriously it was awful. So Sam calls everyone we know who has a car to see if they will let us borrow it but it was like 6-7 am so no one was really up for planning a vehicle exchange. So we end up calling the director of the dance department who is luckily a really close friend of mine and she lets us borrow her car but we had to go get it from her house. So we took this horrible cab ride to my professors house in which i was about to puke in the backseat the whole time. Finally we get everything settled and get to the appointments which were fine, nothing too exciting to report except that i'm not going to have to be on crutches like we thought but i am gonna be in a cast for 6 weeks which is gonna suck really bad. OH and i got blood drawn and i didn't pass out for the first time ever. Ok then, after the four appointments that i had, i had a job interview so i went to that and it went fine except that it was 2 AND A HALF HOURS LONG! By the end i thought i was gonna die. I had to take the bus home because Sam had to return the car and the bus was so bumpy that i ended up having to get off and walk all the way home which took about an hour because was walking sooooo slow. But when i was on the bus, when we were going through japantown this woman got on the bus that i am convinced had just run away from her husband. She literally ran onto the bus sprawled onto the floor and was crying and yelling in japanese. People tried to help her but no one that spoke japanese was doing anything so all of the english speaking people were just confused. The only things that she could say in english were like "what happened" or "stop hurting me" it was really weird. Anyways, i finally made it home and went to bed at 4pm mmmmhmmmmm thats right 4pm and i called it a day.
For my birthday, i woke up at one of my professor's houses because sam was house sitting and i was staying with her. We had just a really chill morning and went out to breakfast and hung out. Everyone had to work during the day so i just went downtown and walked around. It was such a great day and it was so relaxing. Then after sam got off of work we hung out downtown some more and at like 8ish she said that we should get going home. I kinda suspected something was up cuz none of them were talking to me all day. Ohhhhh and before i continue, i was convinced that they were gonna fly one of you guys here as my present which would have been A-mazing and then i got a message from maggie asking me if aaron was here because she thought that she'd heard something about him visiting for my birthday so i was super excited and on edge the whole day cuz i was just expecting him to like jump out of a corner somewhere all day long. However, my suspicion was wrong seeing as you are all still there. Anyways, so sam and i come home and our other roommates are here and they proceed to tell me to hurry up and get dressed cuz we only have 20 minutes till we leave. So i scramble and get ready....and look pretty hot might i add and we get in a car to go to a place called Asia SF which is yes folks, a drag queen bar! I had no idea because i had never been there so we walked in the door and i took a picture with these two random people who i thought were girls but were not and i had to be informed that all of the women there were actually men on their birth certificates. So how the place works is there is a restaurant and bar upstairs and a club downstairs and while you wait for your table you go down to the club and dance. Then during dinner there's these drag shows that happen and it is sooooo amazing. i felt supremely inadequate considering that these men were sexier and more beautiful than me but it was still like the best place ever. Oh and we ended up getting a bunch of free rounds of shots because the manager liked us.... and my name and birthday was printed on the menu which was way cool too! haha After that we came back to our house and had a party here, some of my dance friends came to join us and it was super fun. We were all so hung over the next day that no one got out of bed till like 2pm. It was beautiful.
OK last story i promise. Last night, was the pink party because as you all know it is pride weekend here in the capital city of love!! So our plan was to go to the pink party for a while and then go to the bar for the rest of the night. The pink party turned out to be not that much fun, there seriously were a million and five people in about a 4 block radius and it was crazy, its one of the only festivals in the country where you're allowed to walk around with alcohol in the street so you know that its gonna get rowdy. We only stayed for like an hour then we went to the bar which was ok. There were a lot of cute boys there but i apparently had absolutely NO game last night because all i ended up with were these two different irish boys neither of which was very cute and one of them was the worst dancer EVER, which you know is the biggest turn off!! I was drinking adios mother fuckers again (i really need to learn my lesson with this drink because it very seldom ends well and usually ends up with a lj post) Anyways i apparently had a lot of them because we went to eat after we left the bar and i was laying on the curb throwing up lol. The funniest part to me was that in my drunken logic i thought it would be good to take off my shoes and leave them under the table....wtf? so not only am i dying in the street but i'm also barefooted. My friends try to put me in a cab to go home but i threw up in the cab and had to get out, spent some more time sitting at the curb, i now have shoes on and then finally got in a cab and made it home. I've never really been in that bad of shape after drinking and it sucks cuz i didn't even have that good of a night before i got sick so that i could say like yea it sucked that i got sick but at least it was fun beforehand.... nope not really the case. Then when i got back my roommate melissa brought some guy back from the bar so i slept with sam since she was taking care of me and i was literally shaking uncontrollably! i guess i was cold cuz they put 6 down blankets on top of me. Then i got into this really depressed state and i was crying (me crying... i never do that!) because i felt so bad that my friends had to take care of me. I was also convinced that i wasn't going to see people again so i called aaron...dumb idea but his phone was dying but i didn't want to let him hang up cuz i literally thought i wasn't ever going to talk to him again. I did the same thing with justin, he left the room for like 5 sec and i told sam, "i hope i see him again." OMG it was so weird and basically awful. I think i need to calm down with the partying just a little. lol
Ok that's all of my stories! Hopefully you made it all the way through, sorry about the length. I'm having surgery on friday and my mom is coming to stay for a week which is kinda exciting but you guys should call me during that week because talking to me on pain meds could be quite hilarious!
I love you all so so much I wish we could all be in the same place! That way you could witness these stories first hand lol!
I love you and miss you!