Sex Toys
Ok I have to admit, that I used that title to see how many hits I could get on my blog from people thinking that I was either talking about, selling or rating sex toys. Really I'm just curious.
But really, I am celebrating. I am right now doing a happy dance. Other than finals I am done school for the semester. Yay. It all starts again for me in a few weeks so mini celebration dance for the about 20 days of not worrying about reading lists, papers, presentations or anything else school related.
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On another note, I have decided that I either have to get stinking drunk or leave early the next time I end up going out on a girls night out. I love my friends, don't get me wrong, but seriously, dealing with a gaggle of drunk ass girls is like herding cats. It's an exercise in futility.
I went out with the girls the other night for a birthday, and we headed to the Dufferin Pub to watch a drag show and drink much beer. I'm not much into the drinking these days, especially since I am attempting to get knocked up (though friends have pointed out being drunk is what got them pregnant in the first place, but those are generally friends that no longer like their baby daddys or were five years too young to be having babies when they did)so I had a couple of beers and moved over to pop and water. Well by about 2 in the morning one of the girls was about 30 seconds away from having a threesome with a bi guy and a gay guy (don't even want to get into the logistics), and two others were so drunk they were kissing on drag queens and the odd straight guy in the bar, even though they are both married. And due to the threesome action in the corner I was witness to things that are forever burned into my memory and I am seriously considering a labotomy to remove them. When we finally convinced threesome girl to get on her way out the door so we could get her home, it took 45 minutes to get her from the back of the bar to the front door because she insisted on hugging and thanking everyone who was in her line of view, so practically everyone left in the bar. Meantime, one of uber drunk girls was attempting to get rid of the guy she had been macking on, so we had to jump in and remove them from each other. Thankfully drunk girl #3 was sound enough to know how to get to the door without assistance so we left her standing against a post. As soon as I would get drunk girl #1 to the door, drunk girl #2 would head to the bathroom, and as soon as we had her, drunk girl #1 was missing, looking for more cigarettes. It took us almost 45 minutes to get everyone out the door and there were only five of us. How does that work? That's an average of nine minutes per person to walk fifty feet and out a door. I won't even get into the yelling match that #1 got into with a few guys as we were getting into our designated driver's ride (big shout out to all the DDs out there, you rock!) but by the end of the night I was so tired from the wrangling I could have cried. So I have decided that the next time we do this kind of thing, I either have to be the drunkest girl in the room or I have to leave, via taxi, about an hour in advance of everyone else, cuz I'm just sick of chasing drunk girls. Or maybe I'll just tape it and sell the video to Girls Gone Wild next time. Thanks for the chance to rant!
But really, I am celebrating. I am right now doing a happy dance. Other than finals I am done school for the semester. Yay. It all starts again for me in a few weeks so mini celebration dance for the about 20 days of not worrying about reading lists, papers, presentations or anything else school related.
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On another note, I have decided that I either have to get stinking drunk or leave early the next time I end up going out on a girls night out. I love my friends, don't get me wrong, but seriously, dealing with a gaggle of drunk ass girls is like herding cats. It's an exercise in futility.
I went out with the girls the other night for a birthday, and we headed to the Dufferin Pub to watch a drag show and drink much beer. I'm not much into the drinking these days, especially since I am attempting to get knocked up (though friends have pointed out being drunk is what got them pregnant in the first place, but those are generally friends that no longer like their baby daddys or were five years too young to be having babies when they did)so I had a couple of beers and moved over to pop and water. Well by about 2 in the morning one of the girls was about 30 seconds away from having a threesome with a bi guy and a gay guy (don't even want to get into the logistics), and two others were so drunk they were kissing on drag queens and the odd straight guy in the bar, even though they are both married. And due to the threesome action in the corner I was witness to things that are forever burned into my memory and I am seriously considering a labotomy to remove them. When we finally convinced threesome girl to get on her way out the door so we could get her home, it took 45 minutes to get her from the back of the bar to the front door because she insisted on hugging and thanking everyone who was in her line of view, so practically everyone left in the bar. Meantime, one of uber drunk girls was attempting to get rid of the guy she had been macking on, so we had to jump in and remove them from each other. Thankfully drunk girl #3 was sound enough to know how to get to the door without assistance so we left her standing against a post. As soon as I would get drunk girl #1 to the door, drunk girl #2 would head to the bathroom, and as soon as we had her, drunk girl #1 was missing, looking for more cigarettes. It took us almost 45 minutes to get everyone out the door and there were only five of us. How does that work? That's an average of nine minutes per person to walk fifty feet and out a door. I won't even get into the yelling match that #1 got into with a few guys as we were getting into our designated driver's ride (big shout out to all the DDs out there, you rock!) but by the end of the night I was so tired from the wrangling I could have cried. So I have decided that the next time we do this kind of thing, I either have to be the drunkest girl in the room or I have to leave, via taxi, about an hour in advance of everyone else, cuz I'm just sick of chasing drunk girls. Or maybe I'll just tape it and sell the video to Girls Gone Wild next time. Thanks for the chance to rant!
posted by La Generalissimo at 9:59 PM
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