My saturday night can pretty much be classified by the fact I got a strippers number and don't remember falling and hitting my head on the curb.
more details in the spoiler at the end.
My day has been puke filled and I'm not ready to eat everything in my kitchen (which to be honest isn't a lot) The entire day I was to hung over to even get up and type. I missed my Frypie more then you can imagine.
can we also go over the fact that as a complete hater of seafood I actually don't mind tuna-fish sandwiches.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)
So Saturday night was an SGNY party for Aka, and
Vegemite's birthday. So sitting at home all day Saturday I got a bit of cabin fever and almost decided not to go. then I decided fuck it I'm going and got all dressed up, in a cocktail dress that showed my cleavage then one would think is humanly possible. I walked in and was greeted by a few members got into the bar without getting IDed fine and was quickly joined by many more members, far to many to mention. but let me tell you with all the beautiful ladies there I didn't feel a tad underdressed. I quickly downed 8 cranberry and vodkas and 4 jager shots and we soon moved onto the Hustler Club ( a quite popular strip club to those not in the states) the best way we could possible. By Limo. The Limo ride was completely packed with a large group of overly horny turned on friends... let us leave it at that. ;]
I wasn't IDed at the Hustler club either which was epic greatness. I was given a wonderful back massage as more and more of our friends joined us. I proceeded to drink an abnormal amount of cranberry and vodka. I got a lap dance and me, a pretty lady, and another guy who will remain unnamed moved with said stripper to a private room where we made out drank more and ate strawberries and whipped cream. Now let me tell you I was quite drunk by then. and as my friends left I got said stripper to orgasm...now I have no idea if she was faking it or not I mean, she is a stripper. but she was awfully convincing. So we then went upstairs and she proceeded to give me her number. After this I remember little, I remember walking down the stairs and almost falling, I briefly remember a cab ride with friends. I remember arriving at the male friends house with another female friend and his elevator being broken. I then remember drunkenly walking up 7 flights of stairs. I decided to reward my friends for the wonderful idea by puking all over the floor. ;] I was then lead to the staircase where I walked down the stairs carrying my heels and trying not to fall before catching the cab that was called for me and going home.
There are a few things about the night that I don't remember but was assured happened. I refuse to admit to anything there wasn't proof of... I apparently fell out of the cab and hit my head on the curb. a male friend of mine got yelled at for making out with me in the club. my friends made out while I puked. and I passed out in the cab. I lost a shoe and a plug,
To end here is two pictures of me dolled up for the evening.
