seraphcelene | Hail to the sacrifice of dogs, goats and hot sex-ay women

I was cute. Sin talked me into wearing a skirt for solidarity. She showed up at my house wearing a belt masquerading as an itty bitty skirt. She was mighty with the hotness, scandalous, chicken legs all exposed. And cleavage. I, too, worked the cleavage and the scandalous shoes but it was for naught.

Apparantly, all the hot guys were busy last night. And the only one present was bull shittn'.

I attempted to make a connection with a hottie standing by the bar. Tall, back and shoulders that made me drool. Gawd! with the biceps. But he never looked at any girl all night. And then we started to chat a little and he *seemed* interested but never made a move. I can't do it all. I offered it up and got kicked to the curb. What's a girl to do. By the end of the night, he hadn't hooked up, chatted up or danced with a single girl in the joint. In retrospect, maybe he was gay. He was definitly lame and nervous.

There was dancing, drinks and shots. Sin's friend Panty Powers was awesome good fun and we're going clubbing this summer. It can't be avoided. 'Cause hot girls on a night out in the summer is so much more hot than in the winter.

Bacardi Girl showed up after we arrived with MTM and Bullet to the Brain. Bacardi Girl was last seen feeling up some cutie with biceps to die for and forearms that I would commit murder on behalf of.

MTM got chatted up and omigawd, next time I go out with her I am all about wearing jeans and sturdy, rockstar, asskicking, ball busting boots, cause she loves to dance as much as I do and if not for the heels I would have *so* been there with her. My feet are still killing me.

Then there was ZuZuQ reliving a moment of hook-up.

It was a good night, but me and Sin were sorely neglected. There were no boy kisses. *sigh* I was all dressed up, too. Ah, well. Maybe another time.