I should have probably responded to a bunch of your comments, but work today has been shitty so I'm just going to tell you about my rad weekend.
On Thursday, dunx took KtKate and I out for a nice dinner, which was an excuse to dress up and look really hot. I even curled my hair.
And people were wearing jeans. And I still haven't gotten to eat... um... I don't know how to spell it. Nevermind. It's the CHEESE of meats.
Friday involved looking at apartments for me, and work for my friends. I sat around with dunx's dog a lot and watched some movies. That night we went to a birthday party. I managed to get to sleep around 6, so I think I won. The losers didn't even get to bed until 9:30, but I think they ended up having a bit more fun than I did. I got up around 1 to go look at another apartment and ran into an old friend on the way back. He'd had a rough night too, and I sat on his lap, and he offered me a full body erotic massage, which I totally would have taken had I not had to get back and go help set up for another birthday party. It was a super-mega-techno-rave-costume party for a girl I know who is getting married for some reason and I still haven't stopped it yet. People kept cracking wise about the fact that I can't get laid, or maybe it's because they think I get laid all the time, I couldn't quite figure it out. Since I partied too hard the night before (even though I tried to moderate) I didn't really feel too up for too much of the techno rave mega party 20X6 so I went back to chill with dunx and KtKate around 9 so we could eat.
It took me 20 minutes to find a goddamn parking spot. But at least I got the wine.
We made lobster. I named mine before I put them into the big pot of boiling water which dunx was pretty put off by. We tried to get one to play with his dog, but no dice. She just kept trying to bit its claws, which although cute was probably going to result in something getting hurt. The lobsters had been on ice and weren't particularly lively anyway. God they were so good when I ate them. They're also a good excuse to eat butter. Fuck yeah they were good.
Then when we were washing the dishes (the sink was full when we STARTED cooking) it came to my turn and I cunningly got out of any more washing by stabbing myself in the fucking hand with a serrated knife. I didn't think I'd cut myself that much, so I washed the tip of the knife again and handed it to KtKate to put away. I then took off the yellow glove I was wearing which had started to fill with blood. Wow, there was a lot of blood. Luckily the cut was fairly superficial and the bleeding stopped after a few minutes of applying pressure. I wanted dunx to sew it up for me (I thought for a second after I saw all the blood after I took off the glove that I'd have to go to the hospital for stitches, but then I saw how big the cut was) but he didn't have an sutchers. Dang. I felt bad about cutting a hole in their glove. So that was pretty exciting.
The next morning dunx cooked us eggs benedict and it was REALLY REALLY GOOD and we watched Mean Girls and hung around all day before going on a whiskey date to see Team America, which made me laugh and cry at the same time. America! Fuck yeah!
Then I drove home.
Today there were so many help requests I worked through both episodes of The West Wing. Such is life.
On Thursday, dunx took KtKate and I out for a nice dinner, which was an excuse to dress up and look really hot. I even curled my hair.
And people were wearing jeans. And I still haven't gotten to eat... um... I don't know how to spell it. Nevermind. It's the CHEESE of meats.
Friday involved looking at apartments for me, and work for my friends. I sat around with dunx's dog a lot and watched some movies. That night we went to a birthday party. I managed to get to sleep around 6, so I think I won. The losers didn't even get to bed until 9:30, but I think they ended up having a bit more fun than I did. I got up around 1 to go look at another apartment and ran into an old friend on the way back. He'd had a rough night too, and I sat on his lap, and he offered me a full body erotic massage, which I totally would have taken had I not had to get back and go help set up for another birthday party. It was a super-mega-techno-rave-costume party for a girl I know who is getting married for some reason and I still haven't stopped it yet. People kept cracking wise about the fact that I can't get laid, or maybe it's because they think I get laid all the time, I couldn't quite figure it out. Since I partied too hard the night before (even though I tried to moderate) I didn't really feel too up for too much of the techno rave mega party 20X6 so I went back to chill with dunx and KtKate around 9 so we could eat.
It took me 20 minutes to find a goddamn parking spot. But at least I got the wine.
We made lobster. I named mine before I put them into the big pot of boiling water which dunx was pretty put off by. We tried to get one to play with his dog, but no dice. She just kept trying to bit its claws, which although cute was probably going to result in something getting hurt. The lobsters had been on ice and weren't particularly lively anyway. God they were so good when I ate them. They're also a good excuse to eat butter. Fuck yeah they were good.
Then when we were washing the dishes (the sink was full when we STARTED cooking) it came to my turn and I cunningly got out of any more washing by stabbing myself in the fucking hand with a serrated knife. I didn't think I'd cut myself that much, so I washed the tip of the knife again and handed it to KtKate to put away. I then took off the yellow glove I was wearing which had started to fill with blood. Wow, there was a lot of blood. Luckily the cut was fairly superficial and the bleeding stopped after a few minutes of applying pressure. I wanted dunx to sew it up for me (I thought for a second after I saw all the blood after I took off the glove that I'd have to go to the hospital for stitches, but then I saw how big the cut was) but he didn't have an sutchers. Dang. I felt bad about cutting a hole in their glove. So that was pretty exciting.
The next morning dunx cooked us eggs benedict and it was REALLY REALLY GOOD and we watched Mean Girls and hung around all day before going on a whiskey date to see Team America, which made me laugh and cry at the same time. America! Fuck yeah!
Then I drove home.
Today there were so many help requests I worked through both episodes of The West Wing. Such is life.
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koenigsegg:
the two of you look like you're headed to that french restaurant from 'the matrix reloaded'
hurricane567:
as a long time fan of Spidey, i find your comments about his gay-ness totally inapproiate and freaking hilarious. Y does Peter Parker need big booty hoes when he has mary jane, Black Cat, and Norman & Gwen's daughter (who's really sorta like his kid, and she's trying to kill him, weird, no?)