Weekend fiasco...and fabulous.
So we celebrated the impending birthday of Nick by going out this weekend. It all started with a trip to confidential and we started off with some smoked pancetta and bri quesadillas and a tasty spiced apple and lemongrass martini. It was good and fruity and fabulous. However I needed to go and get myself a tasty beer. We left there and headed over to Hennesseys. A couple beers and a lame band later I decided we should drag the girls out with the gays and head over to dance at Rich's.
So I had me a couple of coronas, a smidge of some free shots being handed out by the semi-nude russian KGB sexualness. We were dancing with this really short blonde guy and the girrls were hypnotized by the go go dancers. Steph had never been to a gay bar. I almost had to take a step back when she told me. She had a fabulous time. Nick and I danced with this little bald mexican tattooed gangster looking guy. The next morning I came to the consensus that he was one of those HOMIES that you get out of the eggs in the 50 cent machines at the laundromat. Explained if he was going to try to get up in nick he would have to bring a step stool. Then I had to rescue Nick from the old balding guy who tried taking advantage of him. All in all it was fabulous!!!
I passed out at nicks and took him to work in the morning then when he was done we took my dog to the dog park and chilled until he left with Adam to go have some lunch. I went and got thugged out for my excursion in the evening. We went to some lakeside bar so I decided to get crunk and get east county. Here is the results...Sorry its so blurry. Funny thing though. Singing karaoke to Frank Sinatra while your dressed like some hoodrat is pretty fun. I wish my diamond earrings blinged up the photo a little more.
This is what happens when I have way too much free time...
So anyways I didnt get home until 8 oclock the next morning. I think I got slipped something when I went over to some guys house with this girl Missy who I had just met and it wasnt a knock you out something. It was some kind of ridiculous upper that made me all crackdafied out and ready to go dance some more like the night before. I got home the next morning and crashed out until 2 then I cleaned the house and made tamale pie and Nick came over for dinner after his bday brunch where he got all crunk.
Now the end was near and so I raised the final curtain...
Here I am at VONS last night when I climbed inside the freezer to impersonate a neanderthal trapped in the ice.
Til next time bitches.
Peace out girl scout.
So I had me a couple of coronas, a smidge of some free shots being handed out by the semi-nude russian KGB sexualness. We were dancing with this really short blonde guy and the girrls were hypnotized by the go go dancers. Steph had never been to a gay bar. I almost had to take a step back when she told me. She had a fabulous time. Nick and I danced with this little bald mexican tattooed gangster looking guy. The next morning I came to the consensus that he was one of those HOMIES that you get out of the eggs in the 50 cent machines at the laundromat. Explained if he was going to try to get up in nick he would have to bring a step stool. Then I had to rescue Nick from the old balding guy who tried taking advantage of him. All in all it was fabulous!!!
I passed out at nicks and took him to work in the morning then when he was done we took my dog to the dog park and chilled until he left with Adam to go have some lunch. I went and got thugged out for my excursion in the evening. We went to some lakeside bar so I decided to get crunk and get east county. Here is the results...Sorry its so blurry. Funny thing though. Singing karaoke to Frank Sinatra while your dressed like some hoodrat is pretty fun. I wish my diamond earrings blinged up the photo a little more.
This is what happens when I have way too much free time...
So anyways I didnt get home until 8 oclock the next morning. I think I got slipped something when I went over to some guys house with this girl Missy who I had just met and it wasnt a knock you out something. It was some kind of ridiculous upper that made me all crackdafied out and ready to go dance some more like the night before. I got home the next morning and crashed out until 2 then I cleaned the house and made tamale pie and Nick came over for dinner after his bday brunch where he got all crunk.
Now the end was near and so I raised the final curtain...
Here I am at VONS last night when I climbed inside the freezer to impersonate a neanderthal trapped in the ice.
Til next time bitches.
Peace out girl scout.