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First Entry, wooo!
Okay, so I know those very few, and I mean very few who have looked at this journal are wondering why I might not have posted hobbies or anything like that, right? But doesn't everyone always list: "Uhhh, I like reading, and movies, and chillin', etc. etc."? But don't worry, I'll post some stuff up there later. I had a hard enough time trying to create this journal in the first place, friggin' AOL.
I'll tell you about last weekend instead, just because I'm still recovering, and it's already Thursday.
Last weekend, I went to my cousin's bachelorette party in Anaheim, complete with strippers, dancing, and general drinking and carousing. Oh lord, the things I have seen! I have not seen the Promise Land, but the Dirty Land--as Christina Aguilera can attest.
I took my best friend, Della, with me. She's newly engaged to a marine man who's just returned from Iraq after six months, and I figured she needed a night out to relieve some of that stress from working too much. We went to a hotel in Anaheim across the street from an 18 and over club, and patiently waited for strippers. May I say that I had more fun messing with the designated Drunk Girl than when the strippers came---only they came an hour and a half late, and by that time our entire party got police escorted out of the hotel for disturbing the police. Said strippers were supposed to follow us to the next hotel, but took our cash and stole two cases of alcohol instead--punks!
The real party happened at the club. Now, you must know I'm what my friends call Goody Goody and tease me about being born in the wrong time period, so me being the granddaughter of two Christian pastors is wholly shocked when I enter the club---well, almost, hehehehe.
So I'm dancing and having a generally okay time at this club, when all of a sudden this guy comes up behind me and sticks his aroused penis in my back, which let me tell you is hard for most men since I'm 5'10" and was wearing knee-high boots at this time. More things happened like that, as things like that happen to girls at clubs. What stuck out about this night was my Mini-stalker. I was cheering on my girls on the bar stage who'd taken over the bar, while trying to avoid being grabbed by a 6'5" gorilla who worked there, when this guy in his late twenties who was basically gorgeous, came up to me and the first words out of his mouth?: "You're hot!" as if this is supposed to get my undivided attention. I said a polite thank you and turned to talk to another girl in the party. Throughout the night he continuously came up to me and at one point grabbed me to dance and started bouncing me up and down so that my breasts gyrated against his chest (yes, he was half a foot taller than me). When he leaned down and whispered in my ears the things he'd love to do with my legs, I moved away as quickly as possible and grabbed my best friend's hand while linking my other arm around her waist. What surprised me the most was that this man had a Sharpie in his pocket, which I later learned is what the guys there use to ink their numbers over sweat-slicked arms of girls they're interested in.
Now, I'm not a total prude, I love to dance and am often the one cracking the dirty jokes and singing for attention, but I was totally put-off by the events of that evening. I had an okay time, dancing with the girls, and laughing hysterically is definitely was fun, but being grabbed in unmentionable places, being told my "momma built you well" and being dragged away from my party was a bit of a damper. But I survived. I even came home early. Almost early enough to call my boyfriend (ooops, did i forget that part?), but I knew he said he wasn't feeling good and that he was going to stay home....But come the next morning when I call him up to see how he's feeling and tell him how much I missed him, I come to find out he'd gone to a bar and club while I was at the party I had to go to since I'm in the bridal party. Now, i have to tell you, my boyfriend is the sweetest, kindest, most loving, and trusting and did i mention cutest? person and I'm completely in love with him. But a moment of insecurity most have hit him, because from what he'd heard from a friend, he thought I'd dress up as a little too provocatively. I was wearing jeans, boots, and a black v neck top, how is that slutty in any way? Dear lord, the hours we spent discussin this issue along with the fact that his original plan was to go with his buddies along with ten strippers who were tagging along for the night they refer to as "tour of la" which is basically twenty strip clubs in one night. Thank God, that did not come to fruition. As I told him, "You went on a date with a few porn stars last year, no strippers this year" I love my boyfriend, but I don't trust those girls
And I realized I've ranted way to long, but I type over a hundred words a minute so it was no trouble at all and those of you who actually read to the bottom, God Bless you and your patience.
Current Mood: Happy
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