i want to be......
another weekend full of friends, good times and parties. it sucks kim and talia weren't there for the saturday party, but they were present at the friday night, clark is in town for one night and one night only hangout-----which i slept through. Owwwwwwsome. its shitty being sick. man, i'm kinda too tired to write. BUT..i have to write about this because i want to remember this later when i read this journal when i'm 45.
saturday the 24th
Clif shaved his beard for a job....and left just the mustache.
thats just asking for trouble.
everyone pretty much gave him shit but not as much as curtis and destiny did. all night...it just went on and on. tyler was even getting irked with destiny.
they kept telling her to shut her mouth.
she didn't.
nor did curtis apparently
the night progresses.
we all end up in my bed watching a movie.
the order from left to right: (my left) clif, tyler, me, curtis, destiny, dj on destiny's lap and lindsey kinda laying across curtis and dj.
clif gets up to get a big glass of carlo rossi blush (thats wine that comes in a huge jug for $9.99 for those not aware)
my bed is all white sheets and white down comforter. no, he didn't spill the wine if thats what you are wondering.
yet another coment is made by destiny or curtis i cannot recall. clif and destiny i think go back and forth with insults. childish stuff like giving the finger and then telling them to sit and rotate on it.
everyone goes back to watching the movie.
for about a minute and half its quiet.
the next thing i know i hear a splash and i feel a little wetness on my arm, just a smidge.
i look over at curtis. its dark, but I'm guessing hes swimming in wine at this point that came from over in the direction where clif was sitting.
"OH MY GOD" is what curtis and i say in unison about three times.
we turn on the lights: curtis stands up. poor kid is drenched, his hair, his face-- hes practically spitting the stuff out of his mouth, his shirt--soaked. he looks like a drowned drunk rat.
destiny has it all over her pants.
no one else got hit really.
there was a medium spot on the bed and some scatterred on the comforter, no big damage.
i can't do anything but laugh and congratulate clif on his perfect aim. you kinda had to be there to appreciate it. i really should have taken a picture. but i can't believe clif threw his drink on curtis and destiny while we were watching a movie in bed. wtf? hilarious.
then i bitch at him later for having his feet on my bed with his shoes on.
saturday the 24th
Clif shaved his beard for a job....and left just the mustache.
thats just asking for trouble.
everyone pretty much gave him shit but not as much as curtis and destiny did. all night...it just went on and on. tyler was even getting irked with destiny.
they kept telling her to shut her mouth.
she didn't.
nor did curtis apparently
the night progresses.
we all end up in my bed watching a movie.
the order from left to right: (my left) clif, tyler, me, curtis, destiny, dj on destiny's lap and lindsey kinda laying across curtis and dj.
clif gets up to get a big glass of carlo rossi blush (thats wine that comes in a huge jug for $9.99 for those not aware)
my bed is all white sheets and white down comforter. no, he didn't spill the wine if thats what you are wondering.
yet another coment is made by destiny or curtis i cannot recall. clif and destiny i think go back and forth with insults. childish stuff like giving the finger and then telling them to sit and rotate on it.
everyone goes back to watching the movie.
for about a minute and half its quiet.
the next thing i know i hear a splash and i feel a little wetness on my arm, just a smidge.
i look over at curtis. its dark, but I'm guessing hes swimming in wine at this point that came from over in the direction where clif was sitting.
"OH MY GOD" is what curtis and i say in unison about three times.
we turn on the lights: curtis stands up. poor kid is drenched, his hair, his face-- hes practically spitting the stuff out of his mouth, his shirt--soaked. he looks like a drowned drunk rat.
destiny has it all over her pants.
no one else got hit really.
there was a medium spot on the bed and some scatterred on the comforter, no big damage.
i can't do anything but laugh and congratulate clif on his perfect aim. you kinda had to be there to appreciate it. i really should have taken a picture. but i can't believe clif threw his drink on curtis and destiny while we were watching a movie in bed. wtf? hilarious.
then i bitch at him later for having his feet on my bed with his shoes on.