Since I have nothing but contempt for each and every one of you that uses dialup, here's an image heavy post.
Friday night was my friends' birthdays and, since I've gone to every birthday party they've thrown since the ninth grade, I drove to Orlando for the seventh annual Megan and Becky Birthday Extraveganza and second annual Pimps 'N Hoes party.
The weekend started out Thursday night. My friend Alia came up and we went out to 80s night, where I got excessively trashed because, lets face it, I can't dance.
I made it to my apartment and passed out at about 4am.
At 6am Lindsay woke me up so we could head for Orlando. The only real problem with this was that, since I had only slept for two hours after a night of drinking, I was still fucking wasted when I woke up. In fact, I really don't remember waking up; the first thing I remember is literally stumbling around my room trying to pack up my stuff. Surprise surprise, I forgot a whole bunch of stuff. Including a costume for the party.
And, since the girls are the girls, they managed to pull together a costume for me.
Some pretty ridiculous shit happened. For instance, here's a picture of my buddy Stephen breakdancing. In drag!
And here's a visual guide on just how to ensure that your party is crazy enough to be remembered by the people who leave because the police are almost surely going to appear at any moment, if the house doesn't get burned down first.
Step I:
Step II:
Step III:
Step IV:
(note: by 4am, when we decided that burning a couch was the best idea we'd ever had, I was getting really cold in that halter top, so I changed. But I did walk around in that getup from about 9 to just before 4.)
Friday night was my friends' birthdays and, since I've gone to every birthday party they've thrown since the ninth grade, I drove to Orlando for the seventh annual Megan and Becky Birthday Extraveganza and second annual Pimps 'N Hoes party.
The weekend started out Thursday night. My friend Alia came up and we went out to 80s night, where I got excessively trashed because, lets face it, I can't dance.
I made it to my apartment and passed out at about 4am.
At 6am Lindsay woke me up so we could head for Orlando. The only real problem with this was that, since I had only slept for two hours after a night of drinking, I was still fucking wasted when I woke up. In fact, I really don't remember waking up; the first thing I remember is literally stumbling around my room trying to pack up my stuff. Surprise surprise, I forgot a whole bunch of stuff. Including a costume for the party.
And, since the girls are the girls, they managed to pull together a costume for me.
Some pretty ridiculous shit happened. For instance, here's a picture of my buddy Stephen breakdancing. In drag!
And here's a visual guide on just how to ensure that your party is crazy enough to be remembered by the people who leave because the police are almost surely going to appear at any moment, if the house doesn't get burned down first.
Step I:
Step II:
Step III:
Step IV:
(note: by 4am, when we decided that burning a couch was the best idea we'd ever had, I was getting really cold in that halter top, so I changed. But I did walk around in that getup from about 9 to just before 4.)
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just a thought.
I have one last final next Monday. Which sucks. I'd rather get it all over and have the weekend to celebrate rather than balance studying with my work schedule. IT NEVER ENDS!
I have to admit, I love me some STD as well. My former boss totally made fun of me one day for singing one of their songs at work. She was a royal bitch though.