Yellow Rose 2005
Yellow Rose was this weekend. Fabulous time.
Laura, Frank and I drove down at about 9. We got there at 11:30. Good conversation--I hate when people don't talk in the car. We immediately went down to the beach--a couple of people were already around. Down there for a few hours, drinking, chilling. Everyone started showing up. I got burnt on my back. It's a lovely shade of red that Alissa has been kind enough to slather with refrigerated aloe vera every few hours. We went back to the hotel to check in where craziness ensued. Some people were bitchy, some people were moany, some people were uncooperative. Laura and I weren't even on a list for a room, even though I wasa a "Key Master." We ended up sharing a suite with Christina Maria Cruz, Scarlett and her husband, Silvia, and the pledges (who will be pledges until there are more pledges, and included Frank, Brooke and her date, Stephanie, Nicole, Gabby, Joe, etc). We all got ready really fast and started drinking. Laura and I drank all the pledges under the table, shot for f-ing shot. We went down to dinner, which was really good. Lots of dancing, lots of drinking, little to no scandel. We went down to the beach and this bar. I went back to change into something else and ended up passing out. I woke up the next morning, and we headed out. Lots of scandel erupted while I was asleep. Frank made out with peoples eyes and stuff. Laura and Larysa flirted with strange men. Lugo slept in a phone booth. Other people did other things, who I protect with anonymity because you know how I roll.
The drive back up was painful. I slept most of the way while Laura drove. Frank puked in the car, but had the foresight to do it in a plastic bag, thank Poder. All in all, definitely worth the money. Good job, girls!!!
Who else but . . .
~*Laurin-with-an-I*~
Laura, Frank and I drove down at about 9. We got there at 11:30. Good conversation--I hate when people don't talk in the car. We immediately went down to the beach--a couple of people were already around. Down there for a few hours, drinking, chilling. Everyone started showing up. I got burnt on my back. It's a lovely shade of red that Alissa has been kind enough to slather with refrigerated aloe vera every few hours. We went back to the hotel to check in where craziness ensued. Some people were bitchy, some people were moany, some people were uncooperative. Laura and I weren't even on a list for a room, even though I wasa a "Key Master." We ended up sharing a suite with Christina Maria Cruz, Scarlett and her husband, Silvia, and the pledges (who will be pledges until there are more pledges, and included Frank, Brooke and her date, Stephanie, Nicole, Gabby, Joe, etc). We all got ready really fast and started drinking. Laura and I drank all the pledges under the table, shot for f-ing shot. We went down to dinner, which was really good. Lots of dancing, lots of drinking, little to no scandel. We went down to the beach and this bar. I went back to change into something else and ended up passing out. I woke up the next morning, and we headed out. Lots of scandel erupted while I was asleep. Frank made out with peoples eyes and stuff. Laura and Larysa flirted with strange men. Lugo slept in a phone booth. Other people did other things, who I protect with anonymity because you know how I roll.
The drive back up was painful. I slept most of the way while Laura drove. Frank puked in the car, but had the foresight to do it in a plastic bag, thank Poder. All in all, definitely worth the money. Good job, girls!!!
Who else but . . .
~*Laurin-with-an-I*~