|Originally posted by Yoepus |
If I didn't know anybetter I'd think you were complaining
Let me tell you guys about LAST NIGHT.
It starts off during the day where I got into a huge fight with that boy, because he said he's not coming to my goodbye party unless he can bring that girl. (The ex, that moved back into town, and once that happened, I never heard from him again) I told him if he decided to bring that girl, I would punch BOTH of them, so it's up to him. So then we got into this huge "well if you were a real friend" battle which was immature and ridiculous and then I simply told him I didn't want to leave on a bad note but if the only way he were to come was to bring that girl, then not to bother. He never came.
Some friends arrived early so the drinking started early. Some of the band members of that guy showed up which made me laugh, because HIS friends, who I'm not even good friends with came to say goodbye to me and he couldn't even do it. Of course they were all asking where he was and I just kind of laughed (I was really drunk) and said "he's with the whore, don't you know". Of course, the downside to his friends coming over is that they all had to embellish how they heard the guy and the ex fucking in his bedroom the other morning. Low blow. What was the point of that again? Then a massive amount of people showed up all at once, when everyone was already all drunk. Then out of no where the floor starts vibrating. All of us confused we all looked around. It was coming from downstairs, someone was using a broom to knock on the ceiling!!! So we toned it down, and then it happened again! What the hell no one was even moving around. So my friend jumped on the floor. I mean... JUMPED. I was too tipsy to tell him not to. Then I figured I should probably go talk to the people downstairs. So I grabbed the hot twins and before we even got to the door, the guy from downstairs walked in my front door! We worked it out (kinda) and there was no more pounding. The rest of the night was just regular drunken party style. Only one person passed out, and that was at four am.
I had fun.
And now I have to pack... and move... by Monday!
aka Tits McGee
aka Chesty LaRue
aka Busty St. Claire