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Apparently we haven't forgotten about my 'show' on New Year's.
Tonight, Ainsley and I sat under the 'Canopy of Confessions' with the aquaintances we had made on the Eve. Rebecca and Michelle smoked, like Lily and the guys Allie and Phillip. The cloud of smoke couldn't hide my blush, though.
"So my parents were pulling out of the driveway, and who do they see in the bushes with his
?! Right in the headlights, baby!"
"Oh, and Dorian said you have the most perfect breasts he's ever seen." All eyes gravitated towards my chest, but my hands were quick to cover my goods.
"Stop staring at me!" I squealed.
As they told other Dorian stories (ones without me), I giggled and exclaimed, "And that boy begged me to stay in Miami for him!"
Rebecca sobered slightly, "Actually, he really liked you. Even before he saw your breasts!"
We hung around, creating make-shift ashtrays and setting things on fire, aided by a bottle of cologne. The fire sprung up from a clay pot and almost scalded Allie. "Cool!"
After I'd had the equivalent of a shot of vodka, my lips were more loose. Fortunately, I'm not in danger of spilling any real secrets, because as soon as I learn them I kick them out of my conscious so that I won't accidentally say them. Anyhow, when Ainsley and Rebecca went to download the New Year's pictures, I chatted some with the boys. They asked how I liked Miami, and somehow I got to laughing about the crazy relationships I've had up in Boston.
My brief descriptions of these boys shocked them. "YOU DATED THESE GUYS? Who the hell would put up with that?" I was embarrassed. Apparently me the hell.
Whatever, yo. I am tired.
Because Ainsley and I are a year shy of being "of age" (21) for a particular club, the group didn't go to the "White Trash" party. No problem here- I can only imagine what we might have encountered. Instead, we watched the Miss Universe pageant while everyone but me (guess I just don't do that) tore apart the contestants. Clearly, they're very pretty women. But I suppose, as they set themselves up to be judged based on looks, they also set themselves up to be criticized.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Or tonite's dreams.
Tonight, Ainsley and I sat under the 'Canopy of Confessions' with the aquaintances we had made on the Eve. Rebecca and Michelle smoked, like Lily and the guys Allie and Phillip. The cloud of smoke couldn't hide my blush, though.
"So my parents were pulling out of the driveway, and who do they see in the bushes with his
?! Right in the headlights, baby!"
"Oh, and Dorian said you have the most perfect breasts he's ever seen." All eyes gravitated towards my chest, but my hands were quick to cover my goods.
"Stop staring at me!" I squealed.
As they told other Dorian stories (ones without me), I giggled and exclaimed, "And that boy begged me to stay in Miami for him!"
Rebecca sobered slightly, "Actually, he really liked you. Even before he saw your breasts!"
We hung around, creating make-shift ashtrays and setting things on fire, aided by a bottle of cologne. The fire sprung up from a clay pot and almost scalded Allie. "Cool!"
After I'd had the equivalent of a shot of vodka, my lips were more loose. Fortunately, I'm not in danger of spilling any real secrets, because as soon as I learn them I kick them out of my conscious so that I won't accidentally say them. Anyhow, when Ainsley and Rebecca went to download the New Year's pictures, I chatted some with the boys. They asked how I liked Miami, and somehow I got to laughing about the crazy relationships I've had up in Boston.
My brief descriptions of these boys shocked them. "YOU DATED THESE GUYS? Who the hell would put up with that?" I was embarrassed. Apparently me the hell.
Whatever, yo. I am tired.
Because Ainsley and I are a year shy of being "of age" (21) for a particular club, the group didn't go to the "White Trash" party. No problem here- I can only imagine what we might have encountered. Instead, we watched the Miss Universe pageant while everyone but me (guess I just don't do that) tore apart the contestants. Clearly, they're very pretty women. But I suppose, as they set themselves up to be judged based on looks, they also set themselves up to be criticized.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Or tonite's dreams.