MASSIVE POST.
Waking up today was so painful. I was hoping a Red Bull from our vending machine would make me feel instantly better but of fucking course it got stuck in there and after some lame attempts at shoving this huge machine around & eventually draining the little energy I had left, I gave up. So now I'm more tired and more frustrated withOUT the high dosage of caffeine I needed. Whamp.
In case you were wondering why I'm in such a shitty mood..I went out last night to Ra Sushi with the girls. No super cheap hook up this time around but nonetheless it was good times. Of course we ended up in Cigar Bar where I got kicked out months back. haha They didn't notice; at least I didn't think they did but Nat says the sucker owner was giving us the evil eye towards the end. Oh yeah, note to self: STOP DRINKING LIKE A MAN! It's hurting my bank account! It's fucking ridiculous. I envied Taimi's recently turned 21 year old cousin who got completely wasted with only two drinks. I wish that were the case with me. :(
My hair smells like cigarettes. I feel like I'm stinking up my office. This disgusting smell is also a reminder to quit smoking! Such a bad habit I picked up from the crazy hoes. Love them anyway.
Today is CPB's holiday party. I have nothing creative to wear that matches our "Arts" theme so I'm just going to slap on the mask I wore for Halloween, and strut around in a little black dress. I know I could have done better with the costume buttt every time I tried to summon some ideas I would just get exhausted in true lazy ass fashion. But whatevs, my date is Jayson. And I plan on taking full advantage of our open bar. I hope I don't scare my co-workers too much. Or rather, I hope they're just as drunk to even notice.
I guess I should talk about my weekend. Or at least what I can remember. It was definitely a FANTASTIC one and a good way to start wrapping up the year. Minus all the deaths this year, 2009 is one of my favorite years! Anyways, I remember waking up friday and knowing it was going to be awesome. Spaz was being Spaz aka a moody girl so I didn't even invite him to go see Classixx spin at the Vagabond. Now that I think about it, I probably should have. Moving on, after waiting FOR-EVER for these people to show up (& making me miss half of Classixx's set) we finally made it to the Vag. As usual, the same little hipsters crowded around the dj booth. Um, what else? E-Twiz got completely wasted. Stephanie and I threw down Lemon Drops. The speakers were surprisingly low so it gave the music no justice. After a little swaying we eventually left. THEN saturday was definitely a riot. I can't remember what I did during the day. Shopped? Probably. Around 8ish Amber texted me to see if she should add us to her Poplife list (as in me & the grouch). So duh, we said yes because one of our favorite djs, Treasure Fingers, was spinning that night. Here is where I should include a background story:
One night, not too long ago, I decided to drunk tweet @TreasureFingers and for some reason I decided to let him know he was "whack" to his fans. So I did and he wrote back with "haha how am I whack to my fans?" The next day I apologized via twitter with "I don't know why I posted that" but clearly it was because I was drunk off my ass and just being a brat with a big mouth. He laughed it off though.
Okay, so we're at Electric Pickle watching him on the decks and eventually he comes off. At this point I drank too much whiskey (which kept pouring & in fact became a $140+ bar tab! ouch.) So I was being all shy and I told Spaz I wanted a picture with him but didn't want to ask him. Next thing I know we're snapping a picture. Right after, I creepily said to his ear that I was the girl who told him off on Twitter and he goes "LaSHARON?!" haha Maybe he's not a huge celebrity but it definitely made my night that he knows who I am. And to top it off, we sat for what seemed like a really long time talking about God knows what. For sure the whiskey was talking & I hope whatever rolled off my tongue wasn't too dorky. ha, he told me he "figured my tweet was a drunk one". Whoops. Never drink & tweet folks.
So that was my groupie moment. Sunday night I got to hang out with gorgeous gay men at a typical south beach club for Alex Prieto's birthday. I love that kid so much. He kept reminding me how much he loves me all night. As usual, the gays flocked to me. One said he liked me because I look like a snobby "private school" type girl. He might as well have said I have a bitch face. Uh, thanks? Whatever, gays have the best taste so I'll take it as a compliment.
Eek, what is up with psycho girlfriends/wives and their horrible attempts in trying to kill their pro-athlete lovers? First, Tiger. Now, Chris whateverhisnameis. No idea who he is but he's an NFL player who fell off a truck and suffered severe head damage from a "domestic dispute" with his girl. That bitch better feel like complete shit. Also, the Tiger drama is getting old and I'm sick of hearing it.
My crush needs to step it up already. He has no clue I like/want him but come onnn!
THIS IS A HUGE UPDATE. I'll stop now. :)
In case you were wondering why I'm in such a shitty mood..I went out last night to Ra Sushi with the girls. No super cheap hook up this time around but nonetheless it was good times. Of course we ended up in Cigar Bar where I got kicked out months back. haha They didn't notice; at least I didn't think they did but Nat says the sucker owner was giving us the evil eye towards the end. Oh yeah, note to self: STOP DRINKING LIKE A MAN! It's hurting my bank account! It's fucking ridiculous. I envied Taimi's recently turned 21 year old cousin who got completely wasted with only two drinks. I wish that were the case with me. :(
My hair smells like cigarettes. I feel like I'm stinking up my office. This disgusting smell is also a reminder to quit smoking! Such a bad habit I picked up from the crazy hoes. Love them anyway.
Today is CPB's holiday party. I have nothing creative to wear that matches our "Arts" theme so I'm just going to slap on the mask I wore for Halloween, and strut around in a little black dress. I know I could have done better with the costume buttt every time I tried to summon some ideas I would just get exhausted in true lazy ass fashion. But whatevs, my date is Jayson. And I plan on taking full advantage of our open bar. I hope I don't scare my co-workers too much. Or rather, I hope they're just as drunk to even notice.
I guess I should talk about my weekend. Or at least what I can remember. It was definitely a FANTASTIC one and a good way to start wrapping up the year. Minus all the deaths this year, 2009 is one of my favorite years! Anyways, I remember waking up friday and knowing it was going to be awesome. Spaz was being Spaz aka a moody girl so I didn't even invite him to go see Classixx spin at the Vagabond. Now that I think about it, I probably should have. Moving on, after waiting FOR-EVER for these people to show up (& making me miss half of Classixx's set) we finally made it to the Vag. As usual, the same little hipsters crowded around the dj booth. Um, what else? E-Twiz got completely wasted. Stephanie and I threw down Lemon Drops. The speakers were surprisingly low so it gave the music no justice. After a little swaying we eventually left. THEN saturday was definitely a riot. I can't remember what I did during the day. Shopped? Probably. Around 8ish Amber texted me to see if she should add us to her Poplife list (as in me & the grouch). So duh, we said yes because one of our favorite djs, Treasure Fingers, was spinning that night. Here is where I should include a background story:
One night, not too long ago, I decided to drunk tweet @TreasureFingers and for some reason I decided to let him know he was "whack" to his fans. So I did and he wrote back with "haha how am I whack to my fans?" The next day I apologized via twitter with "I don't know why I posted that" but clearly it was because I was drunk off my ass and just being a brat with a big mouth. He laughed it off though.
Okay, so we're at Electric Pickle watching him on the decks and eventually he comes off. At this point I drank too much whiskey (which kept pouring & in fact became a $140+ bar tab! ouch.) So I was being all shy and I told Spaz I wanted a picture with him but didn't want to ask him. Next thing I know we're snapping a picture. Right after, I creepily said to his ear that I was the girl who told him off on Twitter and he goes "LaSHARON?!" haha Maybe he's not a huge celebrity but it definitely made my night that he knows who I am. And to top it off, we sat for what seemed like a really long time talking about God knows what. For sure the whiskey was talking & I hope whatever rolled off my tongue wasn't too dorky. ha, he told me he "figured my tweet was a drunk one". Whoops. Never drink & tweet folks.
So that was my groupie moment. Sunday night I got to hang out with gorgeous gay men at a typical south beach club for Alex Prieto's birthday. I love that kid so much. He kept reminding me how much he loves me all night. As usual, the gays flocked to me. One said he liked me because I look like a snobby "private school" type girl. He might as well have said I have a bitch face. Uh, thanks? Whatever, gays have the best taste so I'll take it as a compliment.
Eek, what is up with psycho girlfriends/wives and their horrible attempts in trying to kill their pro-athlete lovers? First, Tiger. Now, Chris whateverhisnameis. No idea who he is but he's an NFL player who fell off a truck and suffered severe head damage from a "domestic dispute" with his girl. That bitch better feel like complete shit. Also, the Tiger drama is getting old and I'm sick of hearing it.
My crush needs to step it up already. He has no clue I like/want him but come onnn!
THIS IS A HUGE UPDATE. I'll stop now. :)