I strolled into work just now. Who the hell do I think I am?!?!?
Last night was a doozy. As evidenced by the following facts:
#1 I started drinking at 4:42 pm
#2 My girl Heather lost her purse
#3 I managed to either spend and/or lose $100
#4 We ended up at LaBamba
#5 I woke up with a chick laying next to me
Aw yeah!
I really did have a great time last night. What I thought was going to be a small group of revelers, hanging out, watching the Illini kick some ass (they won, right?) turned into massive orgy of random people and booty shaking. My female roomie made it out, sweet, sweet KA showed up, and hell, even psycho stalker Luke made an appearance! I forged new friendships with people whose names I can't remember and I bonded even more intimately with exsisiting friends.
My legs itch really badly right now, especially my inner thighs. What is up with that?
So this weekend, I am off to Flint Michigan, home of the lady who kills bunnies for food. Ever seen Roger & Me? I can't wait! This'll be a hoot. Female roommate, who is from there, girlfriend of male roommate and I are all going to Flint to celebrate Easter, baby! Bring on the marshmellow Peeps and Easy Cheese, please!
We are planning on dressing up real purdy and working our feminine wiles on the menfolk. Well, I ain't. I have a hot boyfriend, thankyouverymuch! The mission is to get drunk and play mailbox baseball. I haven't been on the open road in awhile. And I hear the open container laws are more lax up there. Wooo hooo!
So in honor of Easter, I have a treat for the LADIES (and the guys who get a kick of of fuzzy wuzzy cuteness) and a treat for the FELLAS (and the ladies who appreciate bulbous funbags)
First for the ladies:
Then for the fellas: