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ahhh yes- a fun nite filled with bourgeois drunkards @ the harp
so danell and i went to the harp for a friends birthday celebration - apparently everyone and their mother was celebrating their birthday so it was hard to tell which party that we should belong to....
moving right along... we ran into a fellow diedrichee frequenter, BG (british guy)and had a surface conversation. after a guinness and new castle later, an aloof young woman made her acquaintence to our group. she proceeded to ask:
AYW- Wheres everyone from?*cross eyed and spilling drink*
BG- im from *points to shirt that reads england*
AYW-oh thats nice,
AYW- and you *points to danell*
D- from arizona
AYW-oh okay
AYW- and *gives me the once over* you?
ME- im from around here
AYW- **eyes almost fall out** YOU ARE? You are from HERE? *once over, now the twice over look* You. Are. From. Here? Really, now?
ME- uh, yeah. *when a drunken idiot comes up to you and asks where you are from and they dont believe, take another drink*
AYW- But you aren't skinny, blonde or have fake boobs!!
ME- mmmm, yeah. *everytime you dont fulfill The O.C. prejudice, take another 2 drinks**
AYW- Well, yeah! You dont look like you are from newport!
ME- Im not from newport, and i dont buy into that type of bullshit-Where are you from?
AYW- Canada.
ME- *taking a drink and almost spray onto everyone within my range* oh. well that explains a lot.
AYW- are you really from here, cause you really dont look like you are?
(now mind, you i want to punch her in the face right about now, but im not sylvia from the block although i used to be and doing so might make me feel better but i sorta felt sorry for her, in a very annoying way)
ME- yup, thats me, im from *quotation fingers* the o.c. *rolled my eyes and take another swig-
AYW- oh heres my boyfriend - *proceeds to have drunken make out session*
AYW(meant for her boyfriend, but somehow is directing towards BG): i dont think that these girls are my type of girls, i dont think i like them - lets go now.
danell, thinking that she was talking to us still, asks her to repeat what she said-
AYW- IM NOT TALKING TO YOOOUU.
ah, yes having conversations with drunken canadians is fantastic.
**as a side note, i love canadians, but prefer the south park stance on our friendly upstairs neighbors**
in other news: karaoke is superific!
so danell and i went to the harp for a friends birthday celebration - apparently everyone and their mother was celebrating their birthday so it was hard to tell which party that we should belong to....
moving right along... we ran into a fellow diedrichee frequenter, BG (british guy)and had a surface conversation. after a guinness and new castle later, an aloof young woman made her acquaintence to our group. she proceeded to ask:
AYW- Wheres everyone from?*cross eyed and spilling drink*
BG- im from *points to shirt that reads england*
AYW-oh thats nice,
AYW- and you *points to danell*
D- from arizona
AYW-oh okay
AYW- and *gives me the once over* you?
ME- im from around here
AYW- **eyes almost fall out** YOU ARE? You are from HERE? *once over, now the twice over look* You. Are. From. Here? Really, now?
ME- uh, yeah. *when a drunken idiot comes up to you and asks where you are from and they dont believe, take another drink*
AYW- But you aren't skinny, blonde or have fake boobs!!
ME- mmmm, yeah. *everytime you dont fulfill The O.C. prejudice, take another 2 drinks**
AYW- Well, yeah! You dont look like you are from newport!
ME- Im not from newport, and i dont buy into that type of bullshit-Where are you from?
AYW- Canada.
ME- *taking a drink and almost spray onto everyone within my range* oh. well that explains a lot.
AYW- are you really from here, cause you really dont look like you are?
(now mind, you i want to punch her in the face right about now, but im not sylvia from the block although i used to be and doing so might make me feel better but i sorta felt sorry for her, in a very annoying way)
ME- yup, thats me, im from *quotation fingers* the o.c. *rolled my eyes and take another swig-
AYW- oh heres my boyfriend - *proceeds to have drunken make out session*
AYW(meant for her boyfriend, but somehow is directing towards BG): i dont think that these girls are my type of girls, i dont think i like them - lets go now.
danell, thinking that she was talking to us still, asks her to repeat what she said-
AYW- IM NOT TALKING TO YOOOUU.
ah, yes having conversations with drunken canadians is fantastic.
**as a side note, i love canadians, but prefer the south park stance on our friendly upstairs neighbors**
in other news: karaoke is superific!