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Yesterday I had Golden Spoon three times. Golden Spoon > Penguins times 100.
Thursday night Jessica and I came to Orange County to stay at my parents' house and go out in HUntington. We ended up at Baja Willie's, which turned out to be the best decision we've ever made, becaude not only did they have cheap drinks, they also had- brace yourself- free food. This guy who was probably about my mom's age started talking to me and buying me drinks. Normally I would rather buy my own drinks than trade alcohol for conversation, but this guy was actually chill to talk to. Like, if he had been 20 years younger and attractive, I totally would have done him. But, alas, he wasn't, so after I was sufficiently buzzed we left and went back to my house to smoke with Lindsey and Kyle instead. Lindsey and I ended up splitting a typical stoner meal at Denny's at 3:30 am- an omelette with mushrooms, hash browns with ketchup (but not enough to make them soggy cuz that would have been a travesty), and a caramel apple crisp. And that, my friends (and random readers), is why I can't smoke weed very often.
Then on Friday, I went to Tera and Christiane's housewarming party. I love Tera and Christiane.... but some other people from our high school who I'm not so fond of (one person in particular, actually) felt the need to be five years old, talk shit, and cause drama. I really wanted to punch her... but I didn't want to cause a scene and ruin Tera and Christiane's night.
Yesterday I slept most of the day, which turned out to be a good thing because I ended up not getting home til almost 5 am. First Stephanie and I hung out with my brother and Kenze on their boat in Long Beach. Nobody actually knew how to operate the boat, so we just chilled in the dock. It was a cool place to drink though. After that we went to some guy's house in Anaheim to meet up with Sydney. We assumed that we weren't gonna know anyone there (p.s. Steph says shout out to everyone) , but when we got there the guy whose house it was looked at me and was like, "I know you... you're Andree." At first I had no clue who he was, but it turned out his name was Paul and he had been at my apartment for our 6/9 party (one of my many black-out nights) with Tim. It was me, Steph, Sydney, Paul, his brother, hot twins (mmm, double the fun), and some ridiculously bitchy girl. Steph got stumbly wumbly drunk, so drunk that she thought she was sober and needed to drink more. On the way home we stopped by Tim's, who got woken up by Steph straddling him... so even though it was 4:15 am he couldn't complain.
Breakfast time!!
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