So, yesterday morning I woke up, and began my preperations. I threw some laundry in the wash, jumped in the shower, then transfered my laundry to the dryer. While that was drying, I went across the street and got myself a snazzy new haircut. Came back, folded clothes, picked out an outfit, then hit the gym. After that I took some glutamine to prevent soarness, then spent a half hour in the hottub. Then I trimmed my undercarriage, and took another shower. By 3, I was fully prepared to wreak havoc upon that poor little gogo dancer's body. So I read a bit to pass the time.
Sam and Heather got here around 5, and I told them I wasn't going with them to the wrap party. Sam sat down with me, and explained the importance of going to the wrap party to aid in future employment opportunities. I let him finish, then I explained to him the importance of having marathon sex with a gogo dancer. That's when Heather decided that we should drop by the party, then cut out early and hit up the club. I don't know why I didn't think of that. It's amazing how much having a penis can cloud ones judgement. So we go to the party, and guess who's there? It's Linsey, the dancer! Apparently, the club was just a couple blocks up, so they stopped by between sets. So, I talked with her for a bit, and promised to catch the midnight show. 11 rolled around, and she took off to get ready.
So, at quarter till, I was leaving to walk there, when Heather & Sam said they'd come too. So we jumped in Heathers car and drove. Back and forth. Searching for the club. I forgot the damn flyer. We went back to the party, and asked if anyone knew where 'The Parlor' was. Nobody did. I ended up going into 5 clubs, looking for the right place. And the whole time, Heather is telling me, "Oh don't worry about it, she's beneath you anyways." No, she wasn't beneath me, and therin lay the problem. Then Sam starting bitching about how I was being an asshole for dragging them from club to club when we should just go to one of the bars in North Hollywood. Which was insane, because I didn't drag them anywhere, they followed me, I never asked them to come. So then Heather starts bitching at Sam for bitching at me. Finally, we gave up. We decided to go back to No. Hollywood and hit up the Holliday Inn bar while we still had a half hour before last call. I then proceded to get absolutely shitfaced. I came away from the evening with nothing but a headache, and Linsey's email adress. A lot of good that does me, when she leaves for NY this morning.
Heather attempted to console me by saying that she knows a lot of dancers cus she used to do ballet. But I'm not sure how that helps, since she did ballet in Texas. That's a bit of a drive just for a blind date.
Oh, but if you'd like to see Heather, you should watch Jimmy Kimmel Live tonight (Oct 4th). She'll be the nurse that says, "Oh shit" when she sees 50 cents' liver. We're gonna watch it at her apt. when it airs.
Hey, todays my mom's birthday, so if you happen to see her, give her a hug for me. Thanks.
Sam and Heather got here around 5, and I told them I wasn't going with them to the wrap party. Sam sat down with me, and explained the importance of going to the wrap party to aid in future employment opportunities. I let him finish, then I explained to him the importance of having marathon sex with a gogo dancer. That's when Heather decided that we should drop by the party, then cut out early and hit up the club. I don't know why I didn't think of that. It's amazing how much having a penis can cloud ones judgement. So we go to the party, and guess who's there? It's Linsey, the dancer! Apparently, the club was just a couple blocks up, so they stopped by between sets. So, I talked with her for a bit, and promised to catch the midnight show. 11 rolled around, and she took off to get ready.
So, at quarter till, I was leaving to walk there, when Heather & Sam said they'd come too. So we jumped in Heathers car and drove. Back and forth. Searching for the club. I forgot the damn flyer. We went back to the party, and asked if anyone knew where 'The Parlor' was. Nobody did. I ended up going into 5 clubs, looking for the right place. And the whole time, Heather is telling me, "Oh don't worry about it, she's beneath you anyways." No, she wasn't beneath me, and therin lay the problem. Then Sam starting bitching about how I was being an asshole for dragging them from club to club when we should just go to one of the bars in North Hollywood. Which was insane, because I didn't drag them anywhere, they followed me, I never asked them to come. So then Heather starts bitching at Sam for bitching at me. Finally, we gave up. We decided to go back to No. Hollywood and hit up the Holliday Inn bar while we still had a half hour before last call. I then proceded to get absolutely shitfaced. I came away from the evening with nothing but a headache, and Linsey's email adress. A lot of good that does me, when she leaves for NY this morning.
Heather attempted to console me by saying that she knows a lot of dancers cus she used to do ballet. But I'm not sure how that helps, since she did ballet in Texas. That's a bit of a drive just for a blind date.
Oh, but if you'd like to see Heather, you should watch Jimmy Kimmel Live tonight (Oct 4th). She'll be the nurse that says, "Oh shit" when she sees 50 cents' liver. We're gonna watch it at her apt. when it airs.
Hey, todays my mom's birthday, so if you happen to see her, give her a hug for me. Thanks.
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Well nice people should only be around nice people that do people favours because they are the only people that should have favours don't for them....
I should program it on my computer and have it flash stay way from assholes..have a nice day. beeeeep
now I am off to find twizzlers.
entries i've ever read on this site. Very detailed and substant.
You definately have to let me tag along one night in the near future and show me around this place. But first i have to get a job. Prefferably as a baker. Any suggestions?