i just happened to not eat all day thursday and got wasted on so little. few games of pong, couple double shots of jameson. we decide to go to finnys and it just ended up being ridiculous. basically of what i remember. bought a round of shots for girlfriends, danced, ogled at question mark (it was his birthday this week!), fell flat on my back on the ground into a group of people, got shots with caitlin because i fell, stole a pitcher with caitlin, and thats where things really get fuzzy. I remember heckling girls in the cab, about what i have no idea. so then i went home and of course i had to use the restroom, right? as i was flushing my toilet i lost my balance (what!!) and fucking fell into my bathtub, hitting my back on the faucet and meanwhile breaking both of my shower curtains. i hung out there for a while, actually falling asleep for a little. i woke up at 352 in a scramble. i stuffed things in a bag and jetted. (mikey-i am so sorry. i meant to text you that i couldnt find my key so wasted. im glad that ricky bobby didnt get you though)
things happened but i want to fast forward (but i did see some guy puke on the carpet in Ruckers) but those are stories in themselves.
luckily, yesterday was probably the first day in months that i was really hungover. and i was on the bumpiest flight from hell. I puked in the la guardia airport. surprising megan was a complete success. she and her bros had to go out dinner but that was cool i needed to sleep for at least an hour or two. when i woke up, thats when the party began. megan nick and peter woke me up with shots of jack, glasses of wine, nattys and smoke. i got up and dressed and megan was already bonging beers. she poured one for me, but i made her wait while i got dressed in the bathroom, and she was upset about it so i come to find out after i took my beer bong, that they had poured some jack in it. yum.
anyways peter and i rocked megan and nick at TIER PONG! and beer pong. oh and i forgot to preface. we were basically having a coming out party for peter and going to nycs premier 18+ gay club. it was all of our first times at a gay club and we were pretty fucking excited. before going out we consumed (between 4 people essentially) a case of natty, a bottle of wine and various shots of jack.
this club is the FIRST place that i have had to pay more because i was a girl. 15 for guys and 20 for girls. BULLSHEET MEES. when we first walk in, this is dancing:
I pretty much knew it was going to be a good night after this. Nick ended up buying a bottle (score!) so we were straight with drinks. It ended up being Megan, Nick, Peter, Marian, Katie and I. Each of us got at least 5 drinks from that bottle. Trying to think of what happened: danced with some gay guys, kissed and felt up a tranny (you had to be there), watched countless men grind and make out with eachother, sweated, and megan partied with a go go dancer. here's the proof. now you can never be president.
yes. that happened. and she didnt hate it. and you def know that she's not sorry.these are the highlights. its megans birthday party tonight and we bought 8 twelve packs for pong. as meg put it: bong and pong only. we got so many looks from people walking down the street, the occasional smile and laugh. it was GREAT. although it was a bit of a homeless magnet...
anyways. time for pong, time for party. actually i need to eat. we dont need another thursday night on our hands especially since i'm flying home tomorrow.
see you in the pm south bend.
xoxo velvetfuckits
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