Oh lord so my New Years was ridiculous. I mean, really. I decided at the very last minute to go with my best friend to this party at the house of this guy she met last Sunday. Our original plan was just to stay in and get drunk, but a party sounded like a better idea.
Well, he showed up to pick us up around 10:30 and I decided then that I was going to drive as well. Just because I've learned that it sucks not to have a way to escape in situations like this. Thank god I thought about that. Anyway, we go to this party and he and all his friends are Romanian so they're all speaking Romanian and listening to traditional music and dancing traditional dances. Fine, it's fun for a while. The music is better than a lot of the shit we listen to in this country.
Now, I wasn't planning to get drunk, obviously, because I had driven. But they only had beer and wine anyway. I can't stand the taste of wine, so I had to choke down Coronas to even pretend to have a good time. Ick. After a week of going to decent bars and getting real beer, Corona tasted even worse than before
But my best friend, Maria, and this guy, Stefan, are getting more and more drunk and he starts seriously trying to put the moves on her. Except she's got a serious boyfriend. And she's too buzzed to do anything to stop Stefan.
I finally decide I've seen enough and I want to go home. The party died an hour after we got there and for the last two hours, we had just been alternating between standing around in the house to going outside and smoking. LAAAAAAME. So yeah, I want to go. But Stefan is trying to get Maria to stay for the night and she's wavering. So I'm finally like, no, we're going now.
But now I feel like I did something wrong. Sure, she's been with her boyfriend for a year and a half. Sure, she claims she's in love with him. But if she wants to get drunk and hook up with some guy she just met who is actually a Romanian frat boy who talks only about drinking, girls, and masturbation, then who am I to stop her? In my experience, having the desire to cheat on someone means that there's something wrong in the relationship.
I know if I had left her there, he would have tried something. He knew she was getting drunk and he kept touching her, like rubbing her leg or putting his arm around her waist. When we walked to the car, he tried to kiss her. And he knows she has a boyfriend. Skeezball. I just assumed she would want help to keep from cheating on her boyfriend. But maybe she really would have preferred to stay. Eh, fuck it.
And I didn't get a midnight kiss. First time in three years. God that fucking sucks.
*edit* - PS: I added the booblies picture after careful thought. Under this condition - if you are currently a real life friend of mine or you ever plan to be, ask yourself if you can see/talk to me without picturing my boobs. If you can, then go ahead and look. If you can't, you probably shouldn't. As for the rest of you, ogle away I suppose.
Well, he showed up to pick us up around 10:30 and I decided then that I was going to drive as well. Just because I've learned that it sucks not to have a way to escape in situations like this. Thank god I thought about that. Anyway, we go to this party and he and all his friends are Romanian so they're all speaking Romanian and listening to traditional music and dancing traditional dances. Fine, it's fun for a while. The music is better than a lot of the shit we listen to in this country.
Now, I wasn't planning to get drunk, obviously, because I had driven. But they only had beer and wine anyway. I can't stand the taste of wine, so I had to choke down Coronas to even pretend to have a good time. Ick. After a week of going to decent bars and getting real beer, Corona tasted even worse than before
But my best friend, Maria, and this guy, Stefan, are getting more and more drunk and he starts seriously trying to put the moves on her. Except she's got a serious boyfriend. And she's too buzzed to do anything to stop Stefan.
I finally decide I've seen enough and I want to go home. The party died an hour after we got there and for the last two hours, we had just been alternating between standing around in the house to going outside and smoking. LAAAAAAME. So yeah, I want to go. But Stefan is trying to get Maria to stay for the night and she's wavering. So I'm finally like, no, we're going now.
But now I feel like I did something wrong. Sure, she's been with her boyfriend for a year and a half. Sure, she claims she's in love with him. But if she wants to get drunk and hook up with some guy she just met who is actually a Romanian frat boy who talks only about drinking, girls, and masturbation, then who am I to stop her? In my experience, having the desire to cheat on someone means that there's something wrong in the relationship.
I know if I had left her there, he would have tried something. He knew she was getting drunk and he kept touching her, like rubbing her leg or putting his arm around her waist. When we walked to the car, he tried to kiss her. And he knows she has a boyfriend. Skeezball. I just assumed she would want help to keep from cheating on her boyfriend. But maybe she really would have preferred to stay. Eh, fuck it.
And I didn't get a midnight kiss. First time in three years. God that fucking sucks.
*edit* - PS: I added the booblies picture after careful thought. Under this condition - if you are currently a real life friend of mine or you ever plan to be, ask yourself if you can see/talk to me without picturing my boobs. If you can, then go ahead and look. If you can't, you probably shouldn't. As for the rest of you, ogle away I suppose.
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hellizac:
ok, i'll make a determined effort to watch it this year!! hehe
lordwarlord:
The puke wasnt all that bad. Plus the great thing a about pukking is that you feel so much better after you do it! I dont care how many time I puke, as long as I get to rock out I am happy. Isnt that the true meaning of the season, having fun then puking. To show you this wonderful thing I will mail you some puke if you want. Hmmmm.... mail order puke, that kind of a cool idea. I wonder if I can make money of it, we'll see. 