Okay, I think this may be a sign of the times to come. It's been a week since I've been on SG. The weather has been nice, and I have no procrastinating to do when I have no school work. I don't think I'm going to last through the summer, folks.
Lately I've been procrastinating (housework) by going out. Tonight, I was even persuaded out by a down-to-earth, professional, non-drinking school friend after class.....and I had on no make-up and oily hair twisted into a french braid from a massage at gord462's last night (oh yeah ladies, he's GOOD). If any of y'all don't have hot water for a weekend, I suggest going over there to shower.....you get the whole spa treatment!
Anyway, we went to Fred's Mexican Cafe for Cinco de Fred's. Every half hour they bust out the maraccas, confetti, sombreros, and three little guys that look like Mexican Rick James' with wigs....all movin' and groovin' to the the likes of Ricky Martin, the chicken dance, and a lot of other songs you haven't heard since the last wedding you've attended. It cracked my shit up. Ironically, there were many more girls there than guys (it does happen!) and the guys that were there were HOT. It was a good time, but I wasn't in my party kicks so we called it an evening pretty early.
Now I'm sitting in my messy apartment listening to Kylie Minogue and wearing a mudd mask......who knew I could be so cool at almost 27. Yes, folks, in just a few short weeks I will be accepting gifts, money, booze, sexual favors......add some sunshine and that about describes the birthday bash on the beach that we're planning. Be there or be square! Yes, I'm talking to you, rojo. Who the fuck else reads my journals?
Lately I've been procrastinating (housework) by going out. Tonight, I was even persuaded out by a down-to-earth, professional, non-drinking school friend after class.....and I had on no make-up and oily hair twisted into a french braid from a massage at gord462's last night (oh yeah ladies, he's GOOD). If any of y'all don't have hot water for a weekend, I suggest going over there to shower.....you get the whole spa treatment!
Anyway, we went to Fred's Mexican Cafe for Cinco de Fred's. Every half hour they bust out the maraccas, confetti, sombreros, and three little guys that look like Mexican Rick James' with wigs....all movin' and groovin' to the the likes of Ricky Martin, the chicken dance, and a lot of other songs you haven't heard since the last wedding you've attended. It cracked my shit up. Ironically, there were many more girls there than guys (it does happen!) and the guys that were there were HOT. It was a good time, but I wasn't in my party kicks so we called it an evening pretty early.
Now I'm sitting in my messy apartment listening to Kylie Minogue and wearing a mudd mask......who knew I could be so cool at almost 27. Yes, folks, in just a few short weeks I will be accepting gifts, money, booze, sexual favors......add some sunshine and that about describes the birthday bash on the beach that we're planning. Be there or be square! Yes, I'm talking to you, rojo. Who the fuck else reads my journals?
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i remember fred's. good times that night. even without the mexican rick james triplets.
not to worry - i shall be there with bells on. clothes are optional right?