Party Girls
05 August 2004 - 4:50 p.m.

4:30. It's only 4:30. I want to go now. Need beer. Ugh. We are going to happy hour at 5 thankfully, but these last 30 minutes will be painful I tell you. Painful.

Had a crazy party this weekend. Total rager. More than 50 people showed up. Good times were had by all.

Highlights include:

* Roommate tiaras

* Shotgunning the beer I dropped on the garage floor before it could splatter everywhere

* Danny puking in his flip cup and contemplating drinking it in order to win

* Wes peeing in the neighbor's yard

* Kate grabbing her boobs, and Lisa, Colleen, Allison, and I following in suit

* Random puke leading through the foyer from the garage to the front door. Luckily it was all on tile and not carpet.

* Setting up my coworker with my friend.

* Canadians vs. Americans in flip cup

* Flirting with a 23 yr old hottie

* Shakin' it to Cowboy with the roomies

* Piling 20 people onto our tiny little deck at one time

* Being too busy mingling that not only did I not have time for beer pong, but I barely had time to eat or drink

So I found out about my MIA date. Turns out he's had a girlfriend for a few weeks now, potentially overlapping with our date. Definitely overlapping with the last time I saw him and he was all "We still need to go out." I don't care that he has a girlfriend, because hello, we went on one date. I wasn't even sure if I liked him (in fact, I had to talk myself into dating him). What I didn't like was hearing from his roommates weeks after the fact, and then hearing that he was thinking of showing up at my party with her. Uh, not a good idea brainiac. Not at all. At first I was cool (found out about 2 hours before the party). I didn't care. Whatever. At least now I knew. Then I started thinking about it, and I had to do a shot. I felt like a total fool. Like I had been tricked. Asshole. So the whole night I was telling people that if he showed up, I would hit him. So much for our "no red on the carpet" rule, because I would clock him right in the face. Seemed like a good idea at the time. I made the mistake of telling his roommates this. Well, because of that, they've decided that I'm a psycho bitch who should not be in the same room as him. I don't want to hit him anymore. It was a passing phase. I'll be cool now. I don't think they really view me as a psycho bitch, but I think they are definitely afraid of what I could do. Oh well.

Sunday we saw Harold and Kumar go to White Castle. Go see it. Funniest movie ever. My roommates and I have decided we need to get high together now.

So my roomie and I saw Rush Tuesday night. Is that crazy or what? My boss had extra tickets, so I said sure, I'll buy them. Sounds like fun! Knowing that it would be a total sausage fest, I did my best to look extra cute. So M and I are driving out there. We didn't hit much traffic until we got to the road that leads to the amphitheater. That was nuts. Bumper to bumper the whole way. Totally sucked. We had what our friend DD calls "road soda," except mine was "road beer" and M's was "road Bacardi O." It was that bad. And we were feeling rebelious. So then we notice these cute boys in the car (excuse me, monster SUV) behind us. I dared M to wave. She did. I love that! Anyways, she waved for like 5 minutes before we finally had their attention. They waved back. It was fabulous. So we played back and forth the whole ride. M and I jammed out to Bon Jovi, adn the boys laughed at us. The cop directed us into the lot, and he split us into two lanes! Oh no! We couldn't loose our boys. So I cut over and got in their lane. On the way in, we talked to them for just a minute. After the show, M and I thought it would be a good idea to leave them a note. It said "Call us! *heart* the Bon Jovi girls!" and then we put our names and numbers. Well, last night, both M and I received text messages from one of the boys (same one). We have been texting back and forth since. Our conversation has gone something like this (typing is accurate, including spelling):

Boys: "So did you enjoy the show Bon Jovi girls?"

Us: "Had a blast, as always. U?"

B: "Great show. Excellent seats. Continued to party till 2. Got into work late this morning."

Us: "Sounds fun. Everyone's late sometimes."

B: "I don't think you party nearly as hard as we do."

Us: "Don't challenge us. You will loose."

B: "I'm partying right now. Watching VH1 Classics waiting for Bon Jovi to come on."

Us: "Woah. That IS hardcore."

B: "It is. Making beverage in the blender right now."

Us: "What kind of girly drink are you making in the blender?"

B: "Nothing I make is girly."

Us: "Enjoy your Bon Jovi party. Text us tomorrow."

B: "Oh, hardcore huh? Going to bed already?"

Us: "Nah. Just too busy drinking to text."

B: (at 1:30am, long after conversation had ended) "HA!! Told u so! 1:30am, 'lay your hands on me' by bon jovi! you think I was kidding!"

Us: (this afternoon) "Wht u get aint always wht u c.But satisfactions guaranteed.They say wht u give is always wht u need. So if u want me 2 lay my hands on u."

B: "Boy, you sure do know your Jovi."

Craziness I tell you. We don't even know their names, but this is way too fun!

Well, I'm off to happy hour. It's almost 5pm. Yay!

last five:
*09 September 2004*
Busy Bee
*05 August 2004*
Party Girls
*29 July 2004*
Housing Issues
*22 July 2004*
Something Strange is Afoot at the Circle K
*23 April 2004*
Three Questions Revisited