Good Lord - I need a nap!
Yeah it's behind a cut because I never know how long I am going to rattle off.
So, this weekend was a celebration of Lou's 30th. There was much craziness.
Friday - rush out of work, rush around to try to get to Philly early because myst, amber, ru, lenny & rob were there before us and they wanted to leave to go to Shock-Therapy early. I didn't want to be rushed, so I told them to go ahead, we would meet them there. We had rooms at the Park Hyatt and Lou & I wanted to enjoy our room a bit (it was magnificent)before heading out. we probably could have rushed & made it in time to go with the crew, but I also arranged for a bottle of champagne & chocolate-covered stawberries to be delivered before we got there, in celebration of his b-day and we wanted to enjoy it & relax a bit.
So, we go to Shock. It was nothing big really. Carpet boy was there, I walked & danced on him for awhile. Myst gave someone a beating. All in all, not a whole lot to see for a fetish party, unfortunately. Lou & I proceeded to get very drunk, to the point of falling down on ourselves. I apologize to everyone for being wasted & apparently NOT saying goodbye; I thought I did. We somehow made it back to our room & passed out at some point.
Saturday I was woken up by extreme headache pain inducing the need to vomit. Or so I thought. It never happened, but I felt like crap for the rest of the day. Shortly after waking I received a phone call from the hotel telling us it was a 12pm checkout. I asked for an extension, they said no because the hotel was totally booked. I said okay give me a few minutes to shower. A few minutes after that I picked up my cell phone only to get bitched at with attitude by my friends because they didn't have a late check out and it was obviously all my fault. I was extraordinarily pleased by that. Really.
So, Lou & I checked out after I dragged my ass out of the shower and managed to partake of some water without feeling like I was going to be sick. Now, I thought that I was just having a very bad hangover, so I agreed that we would go to Atlantic City to meet up with his friends who were staying there for the weekend. Not the smartest idea we had.
Part 2 to come