Ahh the things you remember when you wake up.
Somehow I managed to get drunk off of one white russian and 5 beers. I am pathetic. And this hangover sucks.
Last night 2 creepy dudes (and by creepy I mean old, fat, and with thinning long hair in ponytails in their mid 30's) grabbed me and pulled me in between them at the bar and started asking me questions, like "so where are you from?" "are you single?" "do you think we're cute?" To which I replied, "No I don't think you're cute, I'm a lesbian, and I just want my damn beer." Finally the bartendress brought me my drink and I ran off to find Garrett, who thought the whole ordeal was hilarious. Jesus tapdancing christ people, the day I need to bring a cockblock to the bar with me is a bad day indeed. Although, Garrett shouldn't have laughed because I was about to cockblock for him when some creepy dude started hitting on him too.
Other than that though, Digital Underground put on a good show, I smoked a million cigarettes (yuck), and found out Sir Mix-a-Lot and Young MC are playing the Malibu Inn in January. I am SO there!
This week I have to go to court to pay a ticket in Ontario. I am sorely tempted to stop by my exs house on the way home (since he lives out there) and just say hi and see if he wants to hang out for a bit, but how psycho would that be? Probably very. Please feel free to talk me out of even contemplating such an idea.
It seems like more cool stuff happened last night, but I can't remember and my head hurts. I guess I'm going to go lay about again. Bleah.
Somehow I managed to get drunk off of one white russian and 5 beers. I am pathetic. And this hangover sucks.
Last night 2 creepy dudes (and by creepy I mean old, fat, and with thinning long hair in ponytails in their mid 30's) grabbed me and pulled me in between them at the bar and started asking me questions, like "so where are you from?" "are you single?" "do you think we're cute?" To which I replied, "No I don't think you're cute, I'm a lesbian, and I just want my damn beer." Finally the bartendress brought me my drink and I ran off to find Garrett, who thought the whole ordeal was hilarious. Jesus tapdancing christ people, the day I need to bring a cockblock to the bar with me is a bad day indeed. Although, Garrett shouldn't have laughed because I was about to cockblock for him when some creepy dude started hitting on him too.
Other than that though, Digital Underground put on a good show, I smoked a million cigarettes (yuck), and found out Sir Mix-a-Lot and Young MC are playing the Malibu Inn in January. I am SO there!
This week I have to go to court to pay a ticket in Ontario. I am sorely tempted to stop by my exs house on the way home (since he lives out there) and just say hi and see if he wants to hang out for a bit, but how psycho would that be? Probably very. Please feel free to talk me out of even contemplating such an idea.
It seems like more cool stuff happened last night, but I can't remember and my head hurts. I guess I'm going to go lay about again. Bleah.
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trebo:
Hey You got something against guys in their mid 30's!!?? 
pocketrocket:
like sinatras_doll said, do not go over to his house.