Not Your Average Firecrotch

Eat my dust, Lindsay.

2.01.2009

Happy February!

I partied pretty hard last night in honor of my friend Laura's twenty-second birthday. First, the night started off with Christina and I getting lost on the way to the Mowgli show at Jerky's, which was actually pretty sick. We ended up parking in this lot that had a sign that was like "Unauthorized Vehicles Will Be Towed At Owner's Expense." We were pretty worried for our cars so I left before their last song so I could make sure our cars were still there. Of course while I was waiting for Christina, I was just sitting in my car and rocking out to Regina Spektor, and all of a sudden she comes and scares the shit out of me. It was NOT funny. Although her and Matt found it quite amusing. I am just easily scared.

We then departed and went back to Matt's house for the party. The whole night was a huge blur of amazingness. If I sat here and wrote every detail, I think I'd end up leaving something amazing out so I won't. I basically sat in the same chair all night and just chillaxed while I talked to a bunch of random people. I also walked around a little bit and Elijah was like "hey come look at what's in Rob's closet!" I was kind of weirded out by the whole thing so I was like "uh, no thanks. I'll just go sit down over here..." But now I'm kind of curious. I'm hoping it was a small gay man...also known as Eric. Of course. But I think the highlight of the night was when Rob wanted to draw on himself and he ended up saying "I wish I was wearing short shorts right now." I don't think he realizes he really said that or even remembers, but I found it incredibly hilarious.

Okay, so now I'm off to listen to the now defunct Danity Kane and dance my ass off. Hopefully literally because it's gotten quite large as of late.

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