I am still recovering from last night. Ouch.
I find it amusing that I ended up throwing up on the Grimes/Urbandale exit at 3am. In my drunken mind I found it hilarious and ironic and used it as my little way to say fuck you to the boy that comes from there.
I started off by drinking several beers at my place with my girl Joanna and our bodyguard for the night, Josh. Ended up going to a party. A scene kid party. Jo, Josh and I were pretty much the odd ones out. There were a few nice kids, and thankfully the Adelynne boys were there so I knew somebody at least. Jo and I danced like crazy and pissed all the little drunk scene girls off because we had all the boys staring. I also pissed off the aforementioned Grimes boy, which felt lovely, I'm not gonna lie. I like rubbing it in his face.
We ditched that party after we poured beer on the floor downstairs. Oops? We followed street racers around. And went driving in downtown Des Moines. Met up with little Josh, he was a little tipsy. Picked up my friend Dan, who is absolutely amazing. I was deprived, hadn't seen him for a good three weeks or so. Needless to say, he got a huge running jump and hug.
We drove around, I finished off my whole bottle of Pucker *gag*. We drove more, headed home, I threw up. Dan bought me water and payed for Jo's gas. He's a sweet boy. He basically took care of me for the rest of the night. After the throwing up incident Dan and I partied hardcore in the back seat, dancing, or kind of dancing? to the crazy music Jo had cranked up all night. It was hilarious.
I ended up crashing at Dan's place on his futon. Little Josh passed out there too. We went to bed at 6 am. Got back up at 9:30 am. Went to see various apartments with Jo at 11am. Drove Dan back to Des Moines and finally got back to my place at 3 pm. Ordered Golden Wok. Passed the fuck out until Frank showed up. Fucker...I would still be sleeping now if he hadn't.
Oh well...
So much for rest and relaxation over Spring Break. It was something I really needed and I definitely did not get. I'm pretty sure there wasn't a sober night all week. Ouch. Maybe that's why my body feels so fucking trashed right now. I'm recovering...
I find it amusing that I ended up throwing up on the Grimes/Urbandale exit at 3am. In my drunken mind I found it hilarious and ironic and used it as my little way to say fuck you to the boy that comes from there.
I started off by drinking several beers at my place with my girl Joanna and our bodyguard for the night, Josh. Ended up going to a party. A scene kid party. Jo, Josh and I were pretty much the odd ones out. There were a few nice kids, and thankfully the Adelynne boys were there so I knew somebody at least. Jo and I danced like crazy and pissed all the little drunk scene girls off because we had all the boys staring. I also pissed off the aforementioned Grimes boy, which felt lovely, I'm not gonna lie. I like rubbing it in his face.
We ditched that party after we poured beer on the floor downstairs. Oops? We followed street racers around. And went driving in downtown Des Moines. Met up with little Josh, he was a little tipsy. Picked up my friend Dan, who is absolutely amazing. I was deprived, hadn't seen him for a good three weeks or so. Needless to say, he got a huge running jump and hug.
We drove around, I finished off my whole bottle of Pucker *gag*. We drove more, headed home, I threw up. Dan bought me water and payed for Jo's gas. He's a sweet boy. He basically took care of me for the rest of the night. After the throwing up incident Dan and I partied hardcore in the back seat, dancing, or kind of dancing? to the crazy music Jo had cranked up all night. It was hilarious.
I ended up crashing at Dan's place on his futon. Little Josh passed out there too. We went to bed at 6 am. Got back up at 9:30 am. Went to see various apartments with Jo at 11am. Drove Dan back to Des Moines and finally got back to my place at 3 pm. Ordered Golden Wok. Passed the fuck out until Frank showed up. Fucker...I would still be sleeping now if he hadn't.
Oh well...
So much for rest and relaxation over Spring Break. It was something I really needed and I definitely did not get. I'm pretty sure there wasn't a sober night all week. Ouch. Maybe that's why my body feels so fucking trashed right now. I'm recovering...
kelevra:
well that just sounded like a lovly night, especially the part when you called me when you were feelin "special". im glad you enjoyed your st. patrick's day
musical_poet:
sounds fun