girls night out
us girls decided it was time we went out sans boys, aaron carter's birthday party seemed fitting. i spent the majority of my workday furiously making many copies of my birth certificate, glue sticking a 5 over a 6 and quite decently turning 21 within the course of a couple hours and many templates with the "i lost my ID at a bar two nights ago and this is all i have" story. well it worked, maybe it had something to do with k-law's connections. being the sober driver i watched my friends get crap-faced wasted thanks to many boys who didn't mind the gigantic bar tabs, rubbed elbows with the hogans and joel madden and of course the birthday boy himself. well not so much... but i cut some rugs, met some typical la dudes, and had a sprite bought for me. girls night out was genius. so was kristen peeing in a bush, getting eaten alive by hip hop lushes and of course shayda throwing up in the backseat of my car. ugh, i hope it doesn't smell tomorrow.