Hellooooo Hangover.
Yesterday was lots of fun, almost too much fun! Paul survived his first ride on BART since he's moved to the bay area... he did fine, you'd all be proud. We somehow managed to find and meet up with Shawn. Ah beloved text messaging. Danced around Folsom, cute little gay graver boy gave me candy. (bracelet) Had my picture taken a zillion times. We ran into Pathogen and didn't really see anyone else we knew till we hit up Studio Z. Let the fun begin.
Strong drinks, good high energy music. Must have danced for about an hour. Ran into TONS of people. Bounced around with Simey whom shared yummy vanilla stoli stuff that I was always afraid to try. Then the Gingerbread girl took us for a ride around a few blocks to an afterparty.
The rest of the night was spent dancing with glitter kisses, foot massages, feeding girls pop-tarts, bourbon, various flasks being passed to us, meeting a million more awesome people, realising most of my make-up was gone, more glitter kisses, Crushes, head scratches, and the one pseudo ex that still makes me swoon.... My Mother called me at like 9:30 while we were there. I, drunk, answer my phone. I don't really recall our conversation, but I do remember asking myself why on earth I answered my cel.
All in all making for a very interesting night with a little too much to drink.
And now I have to go to work.
Yesterday was lots of fun, almost too much fun! Paul survived his first ride on BART since he's moved to the bay area... he did fine, you'd all be proud. We somehow managed to find and meet up with Shawn. Ah beloved text messaging. Danced around Folsom, cute little gay graver boy gave me candy. (bracelet) Had my picture taken a zillion times. We ran into Pathogen and didn't really see anyone else we knew till we hit up Studio Z. Let the fun begin.
Strong drinks, good high energy music. Must have danced for about an hour. Ran into TONS of people. Bounced around with Simey whom shared yummy vanilla stoli stuff that I was always afraid to try. Then the Gingerbread girl took us for a ride around a few blocks to an afterparty.
The rest of the night was spent dancing with glitter kisses, foot massages, feeding girls pop-tarts, bourbon, various flasks being passed to us, meeting a million more awesome people, realising most of my make-up was gone, more glitter kisses, Crushes, head scratches, and the one pseudo ex that still makes me swoon.... My Mother called me at like 9:30 while we were there. I, drunk, answer my phone. I don't really recall our conversation, but I do remember asking myself why on earth I answered my cel.
All in all making for a very interesting night with a little too much to drink.
And now I have to go to work.
someday. blah.