Last night's all-nighter
I was stuck at work all day while the party started without me. I finally got out at six and got ahold of my cousin and she's all saying that they're partied out for the afternoon but were going out at nine after a nap. So I'm like, "Great, I've got about two hours to kill. What do I do?" So I went to a movie. Did you all know that they made a sequel to Ice Age? I had no idea. That's the one I saw.
The movie wasn't very long, so I went to my work's official bar hangout to have a few beers for 45 minutes or so. Nobody was really there because everyone else is exhausted from the over-work and were all in for the night. Then went over to my cousin's hotel room so I could change because I was still in my work uniform. I had just brought jeans and a shirt but they were all dressed in club-clothes. I was all, "Before you give me any shit about my outfit, I would like to point out that it was 5:30am, I grabbed the first thing I could find and you're lucky I remembered to do that at all."
So then we hit the bars in the Galveston Strand. At one point I remember one of my friends asking where the bathroom was, I point her in its direction and tell her, "This is very important, it's the SECOND door on the right." "Did you accidentally go in the men's room?" "Yes I did."
There was a bachelor party at the next table. All guys about our age (early 30s) except one, the brother of the bride, who was 23. We nicknamed him "Puppy." We hopped on to another bar and bachelor party came with. We closed that bar and then took the bachelor party back with us to the hotel. We were ALL crammed in one cab. It was a minivan cab but still a tight fit. Basically, all us girls were sitting on the guys' laps.
We swam in the pool and the hot tub, had hotel security up our asses telling us to be quiet. We finally go back to the guys' beach house that they'd rented. At this point, it was 6am. Some people went swimming in the ocean but I was not one of them because I had finally managed to dry off from my earlier swimming and didn't want to get wet again.
We didn't hang out long at the guys' house. We were starting to crash. So we bid our adieus and went back to the hotel. I grabbed my stuff and drove home, desperately fighting sleep the whole way. I was literally slapping myself in the face, chain-smoking, and singing along loudly to the radio in desperate attempts to keep my eyes open. Oh, and as I was driving off the Galveston causeway, I realized I'd left my work clothes and shoes in my cousin's hotel room.
So I finally make it home and see that the cats are desperately hungry and out of food. But I had no more. So I had to go back out again and buy some. And I got confused looks from my neighbors who were drinking coffee on their porch because I drove in, came out ten minutes later in a completely different outfit, got in a a different car and drove off again.
As an epilogue, I woke up at about 3:45pm and went out to Wal Mart to buy new work shoes. And diet cokes. I had completely flushed all caffeine out of my system last night and needed it BAD.
The movie wasn't very long, so I went to my work's official bar hangout to have a few beers for 45 minutes or so. Nobody was really there because everyone else is exhausted from the over-work and were all in for the night. Then went over to my cousin's hotel room so I could change because I was still in my work uniform. I had just brought jeans and a shirt but they were all dressed in club-clothes. I was all, "Before you give me any shit about my outfit, I would like to point out that it was 5:30am, I grabbed the first thing I could find and you're lucky I remembered to do that at all."
So then we hit the bars in the Galveston Strand. At one point I remember one of my friends asking where the bathroom was, I point her in its direction and tell her, "This is very important, it's the SECOND door on the right." "Did you accidentally go in the men's room?" "Yes I did."
There was a bachelor party at the next table. All guys about our age (early 30s) except one, the brother of the bride, who was 23. We nicknamed him "Puppy." We hopped on to another bar and bachelor party came with. We closed that bar and then took the bachelor party back with us to the hotel. We were ALL crammed in one cab. It was a minivan cab but still a tight fit. Basically, all us girls were sitting on the guys' laps.
We swam in the pool and the hot tub, had hotel security up our asses telling us to be quiet. We finally go back to the guys' beach house that they'd rented. At this point, it was 6am. Some people went swimming in the ocean but I was not one of them because I had finally managed to dry off from my earlier swimming and didn't want to get wet again.
We didn't hang out long at the guys' house. We were starting to crash. So we bid our adieus and went back to the hotel. I grabbed my stuff and drove home, desperately fighting sleep the whole way. I was literally slapping myself in the face, chain-smoking, and singing along loudly to the radio in desperate attempts to keep my eyes open. Oh, and as I was driving off the Galveston causeway, I realized I'd left my work clothes and shoes in my cousin's hotel room.
So I finally make it home and see that the cats are desperately hungry and out of food. But I had no more. So I had to go back out again and buy some. And I got confused looks from my neighbors who were drinking coffee on their porch because I drove in, came out ten minutes later in a completely different outfit, got in a a different car and drove off again.
As an epilogue, I woke up at about 3:45pm and went out to Wal Mart to buy new work shoes. And diet cokes. I had completely flushed all caffeine out of my system last night and needed it BAD.