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i am a saint
haven't blurted in a while, had some very interesting things happen. but, first and foremost, i would like to announce that i hung out with andree all night and i did not do anything illegal. i am very proud of myself. so is my mother.
ok, emerald eve - i should have known that the evening was headed in the wrong direction when i popped open the first champagne bottle and it exploded. and, the quick wit that i am, instead of letting it splurge all over morgan mix's living area, i poured it all over my silk dress to save the ratty apartment carpet. brilliant amy. even worse, i was standing all by myself like a loner because brian was still showering. everyone sort of looked over in horror. nothing i could really do but shove the rest of the champagne down my throat as quick as possible, right? so, ten minutes, five requests to leave (mixer needed to take a valium or something) and a bottle and a half of champagne later, the preparty was over and it was off to the buses.
the night continued to go in the wrong direction when i stumbled onto the bus and ate shit in my high heels. thank goodness, i think only stephanie saw. at least i didn't drop any of the three bottles of champagne i was holding (it was going to be a long bus ride). so, i'm chillin out on the bus when i realize that none of my fun party people are around. as i look around to see christine pham, melanie, etc. (no offense of course), i'm like, i must leave...immediately. however, as i go to make the transition to the fun bus, i am stopped by the driver who informs me that i am not allowed to bring glass on the bus. well shit. all i have is 3 bottles of champagne! i had to call morgan to bring me a kd bag so i could sneak at least 2 on. i had to leave one for decoy. a moment of silence for the alcohol we've lost. sigh. anyway, then my lil ball of fun brian shows up. oh lord, if i could have it to do over again, i would have gone by myself.
so as i'm trying to drown out yet another running story with my bottle of champagne, all of the sudden, the holy spirit possesses our bus driver. not only does he lead us in prayer, he will not let us sing any of our songs. my last freakin event, and no swearing or sex. what's next?! i joined a sorority, not a bible study (thank you kristin)!
oh, i almost forgot a side story that is important later in the story. as i was walking to the buses, jessica called me and told me to call lisette when the buses were getting ready to leave. well, in all the hullaballu, i called jessica a little later than i should have. she arrived just in time to see the buses pulling away without her. she ended up having to drive herself, which shall come into play later.
ok, so we finally end up in san pedro, and i am determined to have as much fun as possible. after finally boarding the boat, to my horror i found that we were working with a limited bar...no hypnotic, no martinis, no long islands...what the hell! however, i decided to make do with 7 & 7's. one thing led to another, and i felt that the magic dragon would love to cruise the harbor. however, there is only one problem...there is nothing to puff with. well, jessica, stephanie, andree and i put our heads together...leading to the next traumatic sequence of the night. i ditch brian and escape to the back of the boat, right by the dance floor with the above mentioned deliquents. as jessica tries to smash the end of a beer bottle off, stephanie grabs it and proclaims, "i can break it, watch!" it happened in almost slow motion for me. she brought the bottle up high and slammed it down on the metal bar of the boat, shattering it all over her date and herself. all that was left was a little stump of the neck as everyone turned to look at her in horror. it was quite a scene. so then, i come to the rescue and locate a plastic bottle...off to the bathroom!
so jessica, steph and i crowd into one airplane sized bathroom and proceed to create a make-shift smoking apparatus (after quite a bit of a struggle and stephanie realizing that there was a gash in her ass from the beer bottle incident...she was bleeding all over the place). at this point, andree starts pounding on the door, and as i try to let her in, my other compatriots decide thats not a good idea. definitely almost started world war 3! i think that the boat was too small of a place to have so many drunk people. so, finally i smoke and begin to relax. we all stumble out of the bathroom, and there sitting right outside is duh-duh-duh! brian. here my night went to bad from worse.
so, im high and drunk, and brian motions for me to sit down next to him. he proceeds to have the most serious conversation that we've ever had, telling me how he makes all these sacrifices for me, that i have been the part of his life that has been missing, that he would like to marry me someday...the works! and i am like...oh shit...please not right now. please not right now. after at least an hour of this bullshit, i decide that it's over between us and that i must have more to drink, immediately! double whiskey please! thank you!
somewhere inbetween, i realize that
hold on i will finish this later! big development!
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