Party like a Rockstar...
Had tons of fun last night. The kind of fun where everything was so random that you can barely piece the night together, the kind where you wander around aimlessly and end up finding each other at the end of the night.
laughing.joking.flirting.kisses.pokes.pinches.bites.slaps.smiles.licks.tickles.punches.drinks.dancing.
On the way home, James decided to open a bottle of water from my back seat and dump it on me while I was driving. I didn't even flinch, I kept driving while flipping my hair as if in a photo shoot. I think he mumbles something about me being the coolest chick he's ever met... does this surprise any of you? ;) Meanwhile, I opened the bottle I had and sneakingly reached my arm into the back seat and dumped it all on him. Soaked. We went through an entire case of bottled water back and forth. Childish I know. Some may say a waste, but the laughs that entailed in our drunken debauchery were worth the case of water.
We then spent the next hour in the bathroom together drying each other off with the hair dryer... he tried to dry me in silly places... nothing happened but more laughs. He inevitably left and went to the neighbor girls place who was out with us to get his freak on.. yea! Once again, "one of the guys" status.. why can't i ever be the pretty one, not the funny one?
Like the other day, Matt was saying this stupid story about how he is Finish and some history about the finish. Then I said, "wow Matt, good story, are you FINISHed with it yet?" we all laughed, but that kind of stuff always puts me in the hysterical category, not the hot chick I want to do category... haha! ;) Curse.
I get a call from Caleb on my way home (like 4 am) and he is sloshed! He told me he's seeing someone new blah blah blah. (Does he realize I don't care! We were dating for a short time, that's it. Kisses aren't contracts, ya know?) I hung up on him after like 30 seconds of drunken slurs and asshole admissions. He said that his friend Matt was like, "Why would you ever lose a girl like Amy? You're an idiot man, she's the best girl you've ever dated" I was like, booyah! click.
So on 3 hours of sleep I stumbled out of bed, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, wiggled into some work clothes, made my way out of the house, only stumbling into one wall on the way out, pushing the garage door opener and racing to the door to see if I could roll under it just for fun as if I was in an action movie. I then realized that my black dress pants were now grey with dust and I realized it wasn't as cool to roll under a door that is going up instead of down.... I was/am still loaded.
So, with no food in my belly, 4 cups of coffee under my belt, and adrenaline running high---today is proving to be an OK day....
laughing.joking.flirting.kisses.pokes.pinches.bites.slaps.smiles.licks.tickles.punches.drinks.dancing.
On the way home, James decided to open a bottle of water from my back seat and dump it on me while I was driving. I didn't even flinch, I kept driving while flipping my hair as if in a photo shoot. I think he mumbles something about me being the coolest chick he's ever met... does this surprise any of you? ;) Meanwhile, I opened the bottle I had and sneakingly reached my arm into the back seat and dumped it all on him. Soaked. We went through an entire case of bottled water back and forth. Childish I know. Some may say a waste, but the laughs that entailed in our drunken debauchery were worth the case of water.
We then spent the next hour in the bathroom together drying each other off with the hair dryer... he tried to dry me in silly places... nothing happened but more laughs. He inevitably left and went to the neighbor girls place who was out with us to get his freak on.. yea! Once again, "one of the guys" status.. why can't i ever be the pretty one, not the funny one?
Like the other day, Matt was saying this stupid story about how he is Finish and some history about the finish. Then I said, "wow Matt, good story, are you FINISHed with it yet?" we all laughed, but that kind of stuff always puts me in the hysterical category, not the hot chick I want to do category... haha! ;) Curse.
I get a call from Caleb on my way home (like 4 am) and he is sloshed! He told me he's seeing someone new blah blah blah. (Does he realize I don't care! We were dating for a short time, that's it. Kisses aren't contracts, ya know?) I hung up on him after like 30 seconds of drunken slurs and asshole admissions. He said that his friend Matt was like, "Why would you ever lose a girl like Amy? You're an idiot man, she's the best girl you've ever dated" I was like, booyah! click.
So on 3 hours of sleep I stumbled out of bed, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, wiggled into some work clothes, made my way out of the house, only stumbling into one wall on the way out, pushing the garage door opener and racing to the door to see if I could roll under it just for fun as if I was in an action movie. I then realized that my black dress pants were now grey with dust and I realized it wasn't as cool to roll under a door that is going up instead of down.... I was/am still loaded.
So, with no food in my belly, 4 cups of coffee under my belt, and adrenaline running high---today is proving to be an OK day....
