i spent valentines day the way any single lesbian would. laundry and shopping.
boy. oh boy. damn my life is so exciting i can barely stand it.
i know there was more to my day but in the left over funk of jack and coke minus the coke haze i'm in things are still a lizttle fuzzy.
we all ventured out to grahams before (and after)we "got our drink on." grahams is fun. nothing beats getting called "sir what was your wrist band number?" to end a perfectly fun evening of checking out the girls and drinking smirnoffs. do college boys drink smirnoffs. no, of course not. I AM NOT A GUY just way too comfortable with my sexuality.
what was last nights attire? newly purchased jeans (if i dont have anyone to spoil, might as well spoil myself.) a button down striped oxford, sleeves rolled to my elbows and a purple t shirt over that.
anyway we left early, but not before i almost smacked my car up against a truck to big for its own good. (why oh why must huge ass trucks and SUVS surround my midget mobile). headed back to the apartment/gay bat where eventually everyone ended up. drinks. laughs. music. whataburger. fun.
seriously i love saturday nights after the club when we all gather up at my apartment and rewind and relax. live is about this. the friendships that form. thats what sticks with you.
at about 4am the last people found their way to the cars and i pretty much passed out. i woke up around 12 and struggled to clean the dining room in my fogginess. whataburger and alcohol. enough to make you sick to your stomach.
woke up for the second time around 5 or 6.
what a way to spend the day.
surrender than start your engines
