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So, you want to be a rock star?
Aug. 30th, 2005 05:07 pmSaturday nights are party nights. It's a truth like the grass is green and the sky is blue, except of course for when the grass is that yellow brown color of dead and the sky is gray, or when it's night and it's black. It's also true that fine, young things like to party and if we're talkin' SoCal livin' than I'm your gal. Leading the charge since 1999 (or maybe not, but really).
The Pier crowd was rather plainish, but I managed to kiss four boys anyway. Remember how I gave up the title of Kissing Bandit? Well, it's Labor Day weekend, I get a four day holdiay AND all my girls are currently single. That could mean that there will be a mighty amount of fun to be had and boys to be kissed. Let's just say that Saturday night was a practice round.
We danced, we flirted; Bingo!Betty got shitfaced within the first hour. She downed a bucket of Shark Attack practically on her own. Ah! Mother's Milk. She then proceeded to light up with MotorBike and Pattycakes out in the parking lot. I groaned and sucked down a whiskey sour in the desperate hope that they didn't get caught and we all got kicked out. See, Bingo!Betty doesn't go out often. She's gorgeous but she's married with two kids. So, we took her out and showed her the world. I'm surprised, still, that she didn't puke all over it.
Fun was had by all, even Motorbike who, rolling five deep with nothing but girls, hit the dance floor and busted a move all damn night! We nearly broke something on that stage and everyone managed to get mauled at least once.
Through the stupor I managed to get stepped on and now I'm sporting a busted toe. I promise it won't keep me down and out of the game for this weekend. I also snogged just about everyone on the way out the door. Pattycakes was scandalized by how often I grabbed ass. See, she's never seen me on a bender. Usually, I'm the one driving. I'm friendly on a regular day, don't let me get liquored up. I *WILL* grab your ass and everyone else within reach. If you're a guy and I'm also bored, I might even kiss you. Because I like the kissin' and sometimes a girl's just gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
So, Labor Day Weekend. We got big plans my peoples. There's all sorts of debauchery on the menu. Anyone is a likely suspect. Watch out. That hand on your ass just might be mine.
The Pier crowd was rather plainish, but I managed to kiss four boys anyway. Remember how I gave up the title of Kissing Bandit? Well, it's Labor Day weekend, I get a four day holdiay AND all my girls are currently single. That could mean that there will be a mighty amount of fun to be had and boys to be kissed. Let's just say that Saturday night was a practice round.
We danced, we flirted; Bingo!Betty got shitfaced within the first hour. She downed a bucket of Shark Attack practically on her own. Ah! Mother's Milk. She then proceeded to light up with MotorBike and Pattycakes out in the parking lot. I groaned and sucked down a whiskey sour in the desperate hope that they didn't get caught and we all got kicked out. See, Bingo!Betty doesn't go out often. She's gorgeous but she's married with two kids. So, we took her out and showed her the world. I'm surprised, still, that she didn't puke all over it.
Fun was had by all, even Motorbike who, rolling five deep with nothing but girls, hit the dance floor and busted a move all damn night! We nearly broke something on that stage and everyone managed to get mauled at least once.
Through the stupor I managed to get stepped on and now I'm sporting a busted toe. I promise it won't keep me down and out of the game for this weekend. I also snogged just about everyone on the way out the door. Pattycakes was scandalized by how often I grabbed ass. See, she's never seen me on a bender. Usually, I'm the one driving. I'm friendly on a regular day, don't let me get liquored up. I *WILL* grab your ass and everyone else within reach. If you're a guy and I'm also bored, I might even kiss you. Because I like the kissin' and sometimes a girl's just gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
So, Labor Day Weekend. We got big plans my peoples. There's all sorts of debauchery on the menu. Anyone is a likely suspect. Watch out. That hand on your ass just might be mine.
