Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The fourth of July weekend was, by far, the most ridiculous weekend the both of us have had in a really long time. We started off on Thursday with Dank's 20-somethingth birthday at SoBe. Whoever thought it was a good idea to start off the night playing Civil War needs to pay for our liver transplants. Here are some highlights from that night:
-My counterpart walks home from the bar wasted and alone.
-I yell at my counterpart's boyfriend for letting her walk home from the bar wasted and alone.
-We take pictures, most of which we do not remember.
-Karaoke
Friday was dedicated to Caitlin's bachelorette party. Decked out in hottie whistles and glowing engagement rings, we started off at Sequoia with dinner. Worst.ginger.waiter.ever. He's lucky the gratuity was already included in the bill. That's all I'm going to say about him. Dinner turned into drinks on the waterfront with shots (or we should say cups) of tequila. Best quote of the night:
-older lady asks us why we have on blinking glowing rings to which Meaghan replys "because we're bffs."
We then walked over to 3rd Edition for some booty dropping. And that's exactly what we did. We decided to leave after Caitlin motorboated one of us for her ID card. Heading back to Dank's house for some late night drinking and passing out, we enter the house to:
-all the shades in the house down
-9 cans of whipped cream on the table
-the smell of baby prostitute looming in the air
-a loan chair in the middle of the living room.
.... this could only mean one thing. STRIPPERS!! The boys had gotten a stripper for Caitlin's fiance's bachelor party. Disregarding what the cans of whipped cream were used for, we each grabbed one and started doing whippets... i'm pretty sure we all got herpes from it. The boys came back from their wild night of partying at Four Courts (pppsshhttt) and played civil war with us.
The boys hated our hottie whistles. The boys were jealous of our blinking rings.
Saturday was the 4th:
-playing washers
-beer ponging
-drinking
-BBQing
-drinking
-fireworks
at the end of the night, the plan turned from going down to the waterfront to continue drinking to going over to Doug's house to burn stuff. My counterpart, her boyfriend and I stayed back at the house - unable to see straight.
that's when we notice the two random people upstairs... trying to hook up in one of the rooms. OH HELL NO!!!
Yelling insues.
The girl was apparently told to run out of the house because the boy was afraid that my counterpart and I were going to kick her ass (we may or may not have said we were going to). The last thing I remember is someone yelling "this isn't a brothel."
So... to recap:
1) my counterpart and I turn into streetfighters we we've been drinking, and
2) hottie whistles and blinking rings are the best investments ever.
-My counterpart walks home from the bar wasted and alone.
-I yell at my counterpart's boyfriend for letting her walk home from the bar wasted and alone.
-We take pictures, most of which we do not remember.
-Karaoke
Friday was dedicated to Caitlin's bachelorette party. Decked out in hottie whistles and glowing engagement rings, we started off at Sequoia with dinner. Worst.ginger.waiter.ever. He's lucky the gratuity was already included in the bill. That's all I'm going to say about him. Dinner turned into drinks on the waterfront with shots (or we should say cups) of tequila. Best quote of the night:
-older lady asks us why we have on blinking glowing rings to which Meaghan replys "because we're bffs."
We then walked over to 3rd Edition for some booty dropping. And that's exactly what we did. We decided to leave after Caitlin motorboated one of us for her ID card. Heading back to Dank's house for some late night drinking and passing out, we enter the house to:
-all the shades in the house down
-9 cans of whipped cream on the table
-the smell of baby prostitute looming in the air
-a loan chair in the middle of the living room.
.... this could only mean one thing. STRIPPERS!! The boys had gotten a stripper for Caitlin's fiance's bachelor party. Disregarding what the cans of whipped cream were used for, we each grabbed one and started doing whippets... i'm pretty sure we all got herpes from it. The boys came back from their wild night of partying at Four Courts (pppsshhttt) and played civil war with us.
The boys hated our hottie whistles. The boys were jealous of our blinking rings.
Saturday was the 4th:
-playing washers
-beer ponging
-drinking
-BBQing
-drinking
-fireworks
at the end of the night, the plan turned from going down to the waterfront to continue drinking to going over to Doug's house to burn stuff. My counterpart, her boyfriend and I stayed back at the house - unable to see straight.
that's when we notice the two random people upstairs... trying to hook up in one of the rooms. OH HELL NO!!!
Yelling insues.
The girl was apparently told to run out of the house because the boy was afraid that my counterpart and I were going to kick her ass (we may or may not have said we were going to). The last thing I remember is someone yelling "this isn't a brothel."
So... to recap:
1) my counterpart and I turn into streetfighters we we've been drinking, and
2) hottie whistles and blinking rings are the best investments ever.
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