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| Current music: | my head hurts |
Hangover princess. Ugh.
Anyway...
Saturday night we had Tim's 21st birthday party at my parents' house. Obviously, Tera and I felt it necessary to decorate as obnoxiously as possible- pink and green streamers, balloons, princess cups, and boob balloons on the front door. The night turned out to be quite interesting- Tera and Stephanie and Tim were quite the make-out trio (way to hook up with brothers Tera)... and Tera and Steph and I were quite the obnoxious trio and locked ourselves in my room for quite a while making noise and being assholes. Somehow I ended up wearing the boobless corset under my shirt (no idea how or why that happened). Also, I made Tim a giant beer bong and had everyone sign it. I think beer bong making might have to become my new hobby- at least it's less destructive than my current hobby!
For once in my life I actually decided to be on semi-good behavior and passed out early, by myself, in my thong, in my parents' bed. If only the night had ended there everything would have been fine... but a couple hours later I woke up because I was hot and suffocating and discovered 4 guys in bed with me. Clearly if the four guys had been, oh, Steve, Danny, Tim, and Paul, this would have been a completely normal situation. However, the four guys in my bed were Evan, Graham, Anthony, and Chris, the latter 3 being guys I barely know. Their excuse was that they were looking for an empty bed... since when does a bed with a mostly naked girl sprawled out in the middle of it qualify as empty? Also, my bed downstairs actually was empty...
It was funny though, so I didn't complain. Then at 5:45 my still not too sober ass stumbled out of bed and suggested that we get donuts. Pat liked the idea, so I wrapped myself in a sheet (I have no clue why I didn't put clothes on) and we got donuts. Some kids in the donut shop laughed at me, and I told them they got a lotta brass laughing at me... and they got scared and left.
Then on Sunday Jeff was Tera's and my slave for the day. We purchased him for $20. I could totally get used to having a slave, although I'm not sure my dad will see it as a valid expense when I give him my weekly spending report. We sat in the backseat while Jeff drove us around, had him open doors for us and run ridiculous errands and, well... I can't talk about that, but trust me, it was great.
And then it was back to Westwood... oh drunken debauchery. Stealing princess is back in full force.
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