friday night
From what I remember the following things went down last night...
I met Als at hems for happy hour, so we had dinner and a few coronas...then i convinced her that we needed to get some margas at mad mex. to be fair neither of us had any intention of drinking soooo many margaritas. for those of you who don't know about mad mex, they have fantastic margaritas and they are huge, like 22 oz of pure greatness. So we have a few and then this argument starts about the eagles and we meet some new people. talk to this guy for a while, who apparently while i am in the bathroom talks to my roommate about my jeans and underwear, thanks als. So then patsy calls. When pat shows up we get a round of pineapple upside-down shots (really good) and finish up our margaritas. my flip flops and breaking all over the place on the way home, to be honest i don't remember most of the walk until pat convinced us that we should take our shirts off for the rest of the walk. so no shoes, no shirt we stumble to our door only to see deep coming down the stairs and me apologizing for not having my clothes on. quick stop in the house and then our the door shirt on this time to the neighbors. a few beers, see graber, talked to lou about getting her tat forever and how much her boyfriend sucks for trying to limit her and stop her for getting one. So then i remember busting a bottle on their driveway, probably not the best idea, whoops! but i never get to do fun stuff like that, and apparently last night i was just beyond that in control completely point, which can be a ton of fun if let loose in the right places with the right people. ok so now we are home again and i promised that i would put the ac in cause its hot as balls in hell. but apparently someone stole our good AC unit. So at this point i am pissed, i broke a piece of wood that is/was part of my desk, and i make sure every motherfucking asshole in this building knows that today i am coming for blood. as another note i want to point out that we are the only females who live in this building, well except the five bitchy girlfriends of the guys upstairs but they do not count because they need to be cunt punted down the stairs. ok so i get one of our shitty ac units and i bring it upstairs, cut my arm a few times carrying it and also stumble with it a few times, but we get it in. Then i mean we clearly need something else but we have no bag so i set to work "cleaning" everything i can get my hands on for the saddest little ball of resin i have ever created but considering how tanked i was i think i did a good job. i guess its between 2-3 am at this point so clearly we need a pizza and prov sticks. so we wait, and the pizza guy doesn't see the doorbell so he just starts banging on the front door to our building as hard as he can. als is in much better shape than i at this point so she goes to get the door, but i am not so sure so i get my bat and then saunter to the door. the pizza guy has no idea what to make of me, als apologizes for me and my bat and then we eat some pizza. at some point i also decided it would be a good idea to draw a face on my hives on my leg. i took a few pics of that it was classy.
so the lesson from last night is this. happy hour is always a good idea, mad mex still has the best margaritas, and allison and i are still the most bad ass bitches on this block.
I met Als at hems for happy hour, so we had dinner and a few coronas...then i convinced her that we needed to get some margas at mad mex. to be fair neither of us had any intention of drinking soooo many margaritas. for those of you who don't know about mad mex, they have fantastic margaritas and they are huge, like 22 oz of pure greatness. So we have a few and then this argument starts about the eagles and we meet some new people. talk to this guy for a while, who apparently while i am in the bathroom talks to my roommate about my jeans and underwear, thanks als. So then patsy calls. When pat shows up we get a round of pineapple upside-down shots (really good) and finish up our margaritas. my flip flops and breaking all over the place on the way home, to be honest i don't remember most of the walk until pat convinced us that we should take our shirts off for the rest of the walk. so no shoes, no shirt we stumble to our door only to see deep coming down the stairs and me apologizing for not having my clothes on. quick stop in the house and then our the door shirt on this time to the neighbors. a few beers, see graber, talked to lou about getting her tat forever and how much her boyfriend sucks for trying to limit her and stop her for getting one. So then i remember busting a bottle on their driveway, probably not the best idea, whoops! but i never get to do fun stuff like that, and apparently last night i was just beyond that in control completely point, which can be a ton of fun if let loose in the right places with the right people. ok so now we are home again and i promised that i would put the ac in cause its hot as balls in hell. but apparently someone stole our good AC unit. So at this point i am pissed, i broke a piece of wood that is/was part of my desk, and i make sure every motherfucking asshole in this building knows that today i am coming for blood. as another note i want to point out that we are the only females who live in this building, well except the five bitchy girlfriends of the guys upstairs but they do not count because they need to be cunt punted down the stairs. ok so i get one of our shitty ac units and i bring it upstairs, cut my arm a few times carrying it and also stumble with it a few times, but we get it in. Then i mean we clearly need something else but we have no bag so i set to work "cleaning" everything i can get my hands on for the saddest little ball of resin i have ever created but considering how tanked i was i think i did a good job. i guess its between 2-3 am at this point so clearly we need a pizza and prov sticks. so we wait, and the pizza guy doesn't see the doorbell so he just starts banging on the front door to our building as hard as he can. als is in much better shape than i at this point so she goes to get the door, but i am not so sure so i get my bat and then saunter to the door. the pizza guy has no idea what to make of me, als apologizes for me and my bat and then we eat some pizza. at some point i also decided it would be a good idea to draw a face on my hives on my leg. i took a few pics of that it was classy.
so the lesson from last night is this. happy hour is always a good idea, mad mex still has the best margaritas, and allison and i are still the most bad ass bitches on this block.