The Dressed to be Fucked Party
So...we went on an adventure to find a party tonite.
stop 1: The Dressed to be Fucked Party on California Street (way too early). Turned out to be a) unfindable, and b) a no go at the wee hour of 9:20pm.
stop 2: A party by the Foster's Freeze around 9:45pm. Unfortunately, somebody had the case of the sposetuhz. Because they were supposed to be throwing a party there, as they'd invited lostsenshi but alas, no. Whatever for inconsiderates.
stop 3: back to Felix, and some phone calls later we're apparently invited to a party at the jake/blake duo's house.
stop 4: At the Jake/Blake house, around 10:28pm I got a tour, and mistook a fat italian guy on the Soprano's for Felicity and Alias' Greg Grunberg. Anyhoo...while we conversated a big BOOMCRASHSCREEEEECH!!!!! erupted out the window, and after an inapproptiate joke I made, we realized something was going down outside and so we ran outside to see what happened. A hit-and-run accident it turned out. They not only hit-and-ran, but also left one of their passengers behind...a distraught (and probably drugged/under the influence) girl who begged for none of the many neighbors and standersby to call the police. I was like Whaaaaat?! Did she roll out of the car, or did they like fucking push her out of it as they sped off?! With friends like those, yeesh....However, the victim came back after pulling over and did call the police who promptly came to the scene. We left before the end, as police scenes are not fun and sad.
stop 5:
FINALLY>>>>> the Dressed to be Fucked Party at 1130ish i think...don't remember, but I was happy to finally hear music playing. Greeted by a crowd yelling "no entry without kissing!!!" Nate, lostsenshi, and I got by the entrance...that's all I'm saying. ^_- Finally entering the party was approached by some pleasant lesbians, a hot well-dressed man in black to whom I caved in offering beer, and then my old RA Dale who is uber sweet. Later on aided in the finding of a hot Canadian who will go un-named. After that I had to leave my dear LysLys to her fun, and went outside to talk to sexy in black guy, only to discover he was probably straight...so I opted to look for the others and found them. Went back inside to dance after running into a flamenco-dancer-wannabe and a HUGE black guy. Danced a LOT.
Highlights in the evening: Getting hella ass-heaved by this KuH-RAZEE white guy who waaay too violent in his rump shaking. I rump-attacked back though. Later on Jess and I HELLLLLLLLA outdanced this other fag-hag team to "Work It", "Toxic" , and the night favorite: "My Humps". Yea...we scared those bitches off the dance floor with our superior routine of sexyness and style. Extra points too, because his hags were black. After that, the boys were gone and it was just the Felix roomies dancing. After a whole ordeal with this confuse-ed guy who'd elbow-sex me and assrub me yet not really come up to dance, we left.
Twas a good night overall. Lots of pictures. Speaking of which, we had an awesometastic(copyright rudy urroz) photoshoot with Arielle today. If you wanna see my two best shots go to Arielle's MySpace and you'll see them. They are sexy and wonderful only because of my subject. Elle you're such a muse to me.
And that was the day. got home at about 1:40ish. Oh yea, and I watched Saw II finally. Don't watch it if you don't like watching others in pain. I of course enjoyed the hell out of it. Go Shawnee Smith, you're a scream queen to me.
stop 1: The Dressed to be Fucked Party on California Street (way too early). Turned out to be a) unfindable, and b) a no go at the wee hour of 9:20pm.
stop 2: A party by the Foster's Freeze around 9:45pm. Unfortunately, somebody had the case of the sposetuhz. Because they were supposed to be throwing a party there, as they'd invited lostsenshi but alas, no. Whatever for inconsiderates.
stop 3: back to Felix, and some phone calls later we're apparently invited to a party at the jake/blake duo's house.
stop 4: At the Jake/Blake house, around 10:28pm I got a tour, and mistook a fat italian guy on the Soprano's for Felicity and Alias' Greg Grunberg. Anyhoo...while we conversated a big BOOMCRASHSCREEEEECH!!!!! erupted out the window, and after an inapproptiate joke I made, we realized something was going down outside and so we ran outside to see what happened. A hit-and-run accident it turned out. They not only hit-and-ran, but also left one of their passengers behind...a distraught (and probably drugged/under the influence) girl who begged for none of the many neighbors and standersby to call the police. I was like Whaaaaat?! Did she roll out of the car, or did they like fucking push her out of it as they sped off?! With friends like those, yeesh....However, the victim came back after pulling over and did call the police who promptly came to the scene. We left before the end, as police scenes are not fun and sad.
stop 5:
FINALLY>>>>> the Dressed to be Fucked Party at 1130ish i think...don't remember, but I was happy to finally hear music playing. Greeted by a crowd yelling "no entry without kissing!!!" Nate, lostsenshi, and I got by the entrance...that's all I'm saying. ^_- Finally entering the party was approached by some pleasant lesbians, a hot well-dressed man in black to whom I caved in offering beer, and then my old RA Dale who is uber sweet. Later on aided in the finding of a hot Canadian who will go un-named. After that I had to leave my dear LysLys to her fun, and went outside to talk to sexy in black guy, only to discover he was probably straight...so I opted to look for the others and found them. Went back inside to dance after running into a flamenco-dancer-wannabe and a HUGE black guy. Danced a LOT.
Highlights in the evening: Getting hella ass-heaved by this KuH-RAZEE white guy who waaay too violent in his rump shaking. I rump-attacked back though. Later on Jess and I HELLLLLLLLA outdanced this other fag-hag team to "Work It", "Toxic" , and the night favorite: "My Humps". Yea...we scared those bitches off the dance floor with our superior routine of sexyness and style. Extra points too, because his hags were black. After that, the boys were gone and it was just the Felix roomies dancing. After a whole ordeal with this confuse-ed guy who'd elbow-sex me and assrub me yet not really come up to dance, we left.
Twas a good night overall. Lots of pictures. Speaking of which, we had an awesometastic(copyright rudy urroz) photoshoot with Arielle today. If you wanna see my two best shots go to Arielle's MySpace and you'll see them. They are sexy and wonderful only because of my subject. Elle you're such a muse to me.
And that was the day. got home at about 1:40ish. Oh yea, and I watched Saw II finally. Don't watch it if you don't like watching others in pain. I of course enjoyed the hell out of it. Go Shawnee Smith, you're a scream queen to me.