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seraphcelene) wrote2006-03-20 08:49 am
seraphcelene) wrote2006-03-20 08:49 am
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Right Now? I love you ever so terribly ...
I am tired, kids. Exhausted even. It was not a game this weekend and I partied like I was twenty-three again. Somebody remind me next time that I am no longer twenty-three!
Still it was nice to party like a rockstar even if it was for only a little while. We overcame bad weather, overcast and rainy all damn day, and long lines down at the pier, we waited for close to an hour to get into Patrick Molloy's, for two nights full of rip-roaring, heel-kickin' good times. Sin and I, joined by her sister GhettoFab, rolled in wearing green t-shirts with snappy sayings spread across our boobs. I was mighty surprised, the other girls should have tried it because we got mucho love from all the hot dudes. My T-shirt read "I'm not Irish but kiss me anyway, Sin's said "I recycle boys", and GhettoFab's read "I kiss girls". We were rockin' cute and ran into all sorts of knuckleheads. Even got the party started on the dance floor despite the crackhead DJ who spun the most tragic mixes ever. It's why I prefer Sharkeez for sheer dancing fun.
The only tragedy about the night was that we headed home way early! We started the night off with Irish Car Bombs but Sin killed it with Red-Headed Sluts. 10.30 saw us staggering over to Paisano's for pizza and then how we managed to get home I still don't quite recall.
I swear I used to be a good girl and then Sin moved two blocks off the Pier and now I am dissolute and scandalous! *sigh* I'll never get into Heaven this way.
Still, it's fun in the meantime because this weekend the party had only just started and we kicked off Saturday with a 9am breakfast at Hennessy's which included Mimosa's. YAY!
There was even a St Pat's Day parade full of the wacky and random. We managed to last an hour and a half before heading off to Sharkeez where we confessed to rating guys as they walked into the bar. "You know, black shirt guy ten points, green shirt guy three points." One guy actually came back to get his rating at which point I had to admit that there was no rating system but that I was actually plotting my strategy for world domination.
Oh, good times. Good times. But that wasn't even the best part. The best part was when Sin's ex-ex roommate showed up and we girls, gently inebriated, headed off to her ex-boyfriend's house for a party. There were fifteen people at his party when we arrived and they were all boys! Needless to say, we turned out to be the life of the party because we definitely know how to keep it rowdy. It was crazy! There were photos of nekkid ass whoppings and 80's power ballads, water gun battles and shots of Hypnotique. Sin even got stalked by a hottie with bright green eyes who wanted to marry her before the night was out. I loved it! And because you know my nights are NEVER really complete unless I get to kiss a boy, I met a super cute saxophone player from San Francisco. He was kinda shy and all into his music and one of the better kissers I've ever encountered.
Good Times I tell ya, good times! We were beat the next morning and didn't actually make it home until after 10.30. 24 full hours of Party! OMGAWD WTF! Sin still feels Half-Dead. Me? I'm walking and that's gotta count for something.
Still it was nice to party like a rockstar even if it was for only a little while. We overcame bad weather, overcast and rainy all damn day, and long lines down at the pier, we waited for close to an hour to get into Patrick Molloy's, for two nights full of rip-roaring, heel-kickin' good times. Sin and I, joined by her sister GhettoFab, rolled in wearing green t-shirts with snappy sayings spread across our boobs. I was mighty surprised, the other girls should have tried it because we got mucho love from all the hot dudes. My T-shirt read "I'm not Irish but kiss me anyway, Sin's said "I recycle boys", and GhettoFab's read "I kiss girls". We were rockin' cute and ran into all sorts of knuckleheads. Even got the party started on the dance floor despite the crackhead DJ who spun the most tragic mixes ever. It's why I prefer Sharkeez for sheer dancing fun.
The only tragedy about the night was that we headed home way early! We started the night off with Irish Car Bombs but Sin killed it with Red-Headed Sluts. 10.30 saw us staggering over to Paisano's for pizza and then how we managed to get home I still don't quite recall.
I swear I used to be a good girl and then Sin moved two blocks off the Pier and now I am dissolute and scandalous! *sigh* I'll never get into Heaven this way.
Still, it's fun in the meantime because this weekend the party had only just started and we kicked off Saturday with a 9am breakfast at Hennessy's which included Mimosa's. YAY!
There was even a St Pat's Day parade full of the wacky and random. We managed to last an hour and a half before heading off to Sharkeez where we confessed to rating guys as they walked into the bar. "You know, black shirt guy ten points, green shirt guy three points." One guy actually came back to get his rating at which point I had to admit that there was no rating system but that I was actually plotting my strategy for world domination.
Oh, good times. Good times. But that wasn't even the best part. The best part was when Sin's ex-ex roommate showed up and we girls, gently inebriated, headed off to her ex-boyfriend's house for a party. There were fifteen people at his party when we arrived and they were all boys! Needless to say, we turned out to be the life of the party because we definitely know how to keep it rowdy. It was crazy! There were photos of nekkid ass whoppings and 80's power ballads, water gun battles and shots of Hypnotique. Sin even got stalked by a hottie with bright green eyes who wanted to marry her before the night was out. I loved it! And because you know my nights are NEVER really complete unless I get to kiss a boy, I met a super cute saxophone player from San Francisco. He was kinda shy and all into his music and one of the better kissers I've ever encountered.
Good Times I tell ya, good times! We were beat the next morning and didn't actually make it home until after 10.30. 24 full hours of Party! OMGAWD WTF! Sin still feels Half-Dead. Me? I'm walking and that's gotta count for something.