Weekends start on Wednesdays.
Last week, crazy! Weekend, started on Wednesday. Now I'm pooped. Party-exhausted. Note to self: don't ever attempt such feats ever again. Not when it needs to end with a finale take-home midterm. To be specific, a Statistics midterm. Oh, and 4-week backed-up family systems therapy reading to top it off. I went out and stayed out till late starting Wednesday night. I don't know what got over me. Umm, It just happened. Things like that just happen...like how one-night stands...they just happen too.
At Woody's on Wednesday, Von, Joey and I witnessed an actual bar fight. Yes. A bar-fight. At WOODY'S. "Ouch! You hit me first , biatch. *slap slap* Stop iiiiittttt!" NO. Not that kind of fag-fight. There were skin-splits, and gashes under the eye, blood on face, flooring, full-on swinging punches (that one guy missed and hit me on my thigh instead). I was that close to the action. Exciiiiiting. I've never witnessed an actual fight before. Other than the ones I was in with my sisters when I was younger. Mine involved the fag-fight moves *hyah hyah!* Kidding. I meant the winning moves -- slapping, scratching, hair-pulling, boxing, and bitchy screaming. Fun times.
Sisters' on Thursday. I'd not been back there in 2 months. Bootied it out. I had a blast! And, as always, Hetty hooked me up with some chick. After playing the staring at each other from across the room game, I got to dance with her, neck it out, kiss it out. She's an identical twin. Both were there. Bosnian twin sisters. Niiiiiiice.
Tavern on Friday. Went insane dancing for the 3rd night in a row. I'd be damned! But not before we had a pre-gaming in my apartment, again. And Suzie went scandaliciously crazy too. (I've got proof Suzie! hehe...)
....aaaaand, we all had a blast!
Saturday night. Had a laughing good time at the Continental Midtown. Good company and nice gay waiter, whom our gay boys could not get enough of flirting with. Topped off with silliness...
...well, maybe Rajiv was getting bored. We were deceived by their offer. It said "Dean Martini -- 3 Olive Martini, a box of matches, a pack of Lucky Strikes" Bullshit. All we got was the Martini, a box of matches, and ONE cigarette. -_-
Then we headed to Bump. After 2pm in the Gayborhood is D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S. You'd think that gay people are getting killed by hate crimes committed by hateful breeders. I'm wondering if it's cos they're killing each other instead! :( So sad. So there was a fight in the middle of the road at the usual intersection of 13th and Chancelor, in front of that pizza place.
....then we went to Dunkin Donuts in the middle of the night. This is us, 4am in South Philly.
The end.
Now, I just want to punch something, someone. Need alone time. Badly. Pooped out with partying. No more crazy nights like that for a long while to come....
...hopefully. Hah.
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