Okay, long overdue post about my weekend in Hot Springs. First thing I need to mention is that all the girls (except my friend, the sister of the bride) were all of 24 years old. So there was a bit of a generation gap.
A few highlights:
Conversation from Friday night:
girl 1 to girl 2 "Have you ever kissed a girl?"
girl 2 "I'm Catholic and Republican, do you really think I've ever kissed a girl?"
--at least I knew I couldn't tell any "girl experience" stories.
Saturday the weather was absolutely gorgeous!! High 70's not a cloud in the sky and the ponies were running. One of the girls was sweet enough to teach me how to bet and I came away from the afternoon only losing $7. AND a woman serving me a beer thought I looked 22!!!! YIPEEEEE!!!
Saturday night we all piled into a limo and the country music started and the girls were singing at the top of their lungs
I HATE country music. My distaste for country music was no secret, so girl 2 (from above quote) said "So, do Yankees listen to 80's music?"
"We did in the 80's." I replied with a grin.
The more I drank, the less the music bothered me. We hopped from bar to bar. I danced and did shots and laughed. It felt really good! The last bar we went to there was a woman who was wearing a see through dress. I kid you not, everyone could totally see her thong and the fact that she had no bra on. One of the girls took it upon herself to tell the woman the world could see her goods. She just smiled and said she knew. She explained she had been working on for weeks and wanted to show off her body
Okay...whatever
And a very nice man, who was probably old enough to be my dad, asked me to dance and he taught me the two step.
So thats about it. Sunday I was hung over and thought I was going to die. Not as easy to recover the next day as it used to be.
The weekend made me realize I am so happy to be through my 20's. I wouldn't go back for anything. I enjoy my quiet self confidence instead of loud insecurity.
Back to the hairdresser tomorrow to be reredded
And I need to get to the piercer before I head home for spring break. I'm so looking forward to a week on the lake, even if it is 30 degrees!!!
I'm also looking forward to the possibility of FINALLY meeting my girl, the amazing ms Josephene!!!
I can't wait!!
A few highlights:
Conversation from Friday night:
girl 1 to girl 2 "Have you ever kissed a girl?"
girl 2 "I'm Catholic and Republican, do you really think I've ever kissed a girl?"
--at least I knew I couldn't tell any "girl experience" stories.

Saturday the weather was absolutely gorgeous!! High 70's not a cloud in the sky and the ponies were running. One of the girls was sweet enough to teach me how to bet and I came away from the afternoon only losing $7. AND a woman serving me a beer thought I looked 22!!!! YIPEEEEE!!!
Saturday night we all piled into a limo and the country music started and the girls were singing at the top of their lungs


"We did in the 80's." I replied with a grin.
The more I drank, the less the music bothered me. We hopped from bar to bar. I danced and did shots and laughed. It felt really good! The last bar we went to there was a woman who was wearing a see through dress. I kid you not, everyone could totally see her thong and the fact that she had no bra on. One of the girls took it upon herself to tell the woman the world could see her goods. She just smiled and said she knew. She explained she had been working on for weeks and wanted to show off her body


And a very nice man, who was probably old enough to be my dad, asked me to dance and he taught me the two step.

So thats about it. Sunday I was hung over and thought I was going to die. Not as easy to recover the next day as it used to be.
The weekend made me realize I am so happy to be through my 20's. I wouldn't go back for anything. I enjoy my quiet self confidence instead of loud insecurity.
Back to the hairdresser tomorrow to be reredded


I'm also looking forward to the possibility of FINALLY meeting my girl, the amazing ms Josephene!!!

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I find it quite intimidating that someone of your ethereal beauty can find the time to come down off the higher plane of existence you (quite rightly) inhabit, in order to rub shoulders with the.... well to put it bluntly..... scum like me.
Hot girls rarely talk to me, and when they do, it's normally something along the lines of 'yuk'.
so it's terrifying in the fact that I'm in unkown territory, not that you make me quake in fear.
Leonard's fine by the way, I'm not sure hes too happy at having me disturb his private little reverie, but I've got someone checking in on him when I'm gone.