lackadaisiac

Yeah, so I've been seriously neglecting this journal thingy. My life is super busy now trying to juggle work, school, girlfriend, family...etc..... Hmm...what is there to report. Well, this weekend me and Brie went to Tampa for her b-day. The first stop was a dog show. Try and imagine a warehouse full of pitbulls...It seriously wasn't as bad as it sounds, they're such wonderful dogs. Even though the one sitting next to me right now has real bad gas . Then we went and got a hotel room at the luxurious Days In, took a nap and had glorious hotel sex on a real bed. After we woke it was off to Ybor for drinking and debauchery. We walked around looking at shops and got a bite to eat while waiting for some friends to arrive. Then we went to some crazy Russian bar that had a wall completely dedicated to different types of vodka. I couldn't help squealing like a little girl when the DJ played Postal Service and was ridiculed without mercy. After that it was time for my first Castle experience. What a beautiful club! Although the bartenders at the main bar were kinda jerks. From then on its kinda a blur. I remember Brie making out with her hot ass friend and me taking pictures of them like it was some amateur porno shoot. I drank a lot of straight bourbon from one of my many flasks and then we left. Maybe it was a full moon or maybe it was the liquid courage but while walking back to the car I scooted into some random tattoo pallor and told the clerk that "apparently I'm having my lip pierced." That's right folks, I got "Davey'ed". It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. Actually it was really anticlimactic and boring. Over before it even begun. The gentleman who stuck me did an excellent job although he looked and acted like he hadn't obtained his methadone for the day. I went back to the hotel in good spirits...until I woke up the next day. We had an 11am checkout time but made it out of there by 12am. Mostly because of the brilliant hangover I had. There was lots of moaning and the only complete sentences I could form were "hole in face" or "pain in head" or "pain in lungs" like I was one of those dolls with a pull string in my back. After sitting in a steaming hot shower for ten minutes and a nice cold Gatorade I began to feel somewhat human again. We ate at an Italian place and headed to Bush Gardens. We dropped Mina off at the kennel and walked to the park where we were greeted by a huge line at the guest service booth. Me and Brie took turns standing in line which was bathed in direct sunlight. I sweat poison for about 20 minutes until finally we got comped. After that we really didn't feel like doing anything because we felt so gross and hot! We went on the safari choo choo to rest a while, tried a dorky carnival ride to see if we were ready for something rollicoastery and watched some lame 4-D movie thing. By the time we were ready for the Kumba it was too late. Right after we locked up my man bag in a locker it was announced that due to lighting strikes the rollacoaster was shut down. We grabbed my shit and went to look at the tigers. We were talking about how pathetic and small they're living space was when we heard the rides moving again and yes, screams! We locked my shit up and got in line. As we stood in front of the rollacoaster, waiting to be seated, I told Brie about the first time I went to Islands of Adventure with my sister. We got all the way to the front of the line at the Dueling Dragons before we were told the ride was shut down because of the shitty weather. I must have jinxed us because this time they actually let us get in the car, pull down the safety bar and wait a good minute or so before pulling the bar up and kicking us off. We were so bummed and the sky was turning black so we left. I ended running through the parking lot, getting lost, finding my car and inserting my key into the lock right as it began to pour down rain. Kinda crappy but it least I got to spend time with Brie. I'm hungry and should eat something before work. Maybe I can finally handle something sandwich...