Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The prodigal blonde bloggettes have retuhhhhned! *bow* Could we beeeee any worse at updating? You can always grasp the level of our busybee-ness through our absence on the blogosphere. Retarded? Yesh. Inexcusable seeing as we check facebook everyday? Yesh! Apologies!

Well the Piscean Bday Party @ MF Room was a sexess. We got totally skewered. Tossed. Vinaigrette'd. Dash of salt and peppa. Toss some salt over the back. As you can see by the lack of snazzy photographic evidences, I could hardly take a straight picture. Half came out blurry, half came out sloppy, half came out seeeeeriously incriminating (and not in the ugly way.) I need to make sure to hand the camera over to someone else at all times if i'm going to get like that. I have few memories and it was such a dazzling night, too. =*( I even got a bday hug from Owen Wilson who inexplicably sauntered in w/ entourage at 2:45ish am. (MF Sushi closes at 2). One of his entourage eyeballed me. I was almost reaching my blackout level at that point, but i still noticed him staring at me. He was most likely thinking, "i want whatever she's on" b/c i looked crajeeballs, i know it.

The next day, one of our good friends stopped into ATL for a layover. I was so hungover i couldn't believe i wasn't an amoeba. (usually i turn into a squiggling amoeba after a wild night of pahtee pahtee). But i was inexplicably still hoomanoid. I threw a baseball cap on and Astrid and i set out for Hartsfield International! What was supposed to be a simple Park sister layover hijack to the nearest hotel bar for some mini shenanigans turned into full out brouhaha. We did very bad things in between downing caipirinha after caipirinha, patron shot after patron shot.... and we ended up checkin into the hotel! We obviously didn't make it to Primal Nightclub like we had planned. =( We even had a table and bottle service awaiting us! That's how drunk we got at around 9:30pm.

I woke up with a phone full of drunken bbms (bbms that iiiii sent out to my friends that make me look CRAZY, and not to mention, STALKERISH!) a pounding headache and sore throat, and a vague recollection of annoying the bartender by playing the guessing game with his age. Astrid and i kept guessing 33 and up. He turned out to be 25. A sensitive issue as it turns out!!--he's prematurely balding. =( Crawling around in the dark, Astrid and i proceeded to raid the minibar for gatorade, vitamin water, aNyYYTHINGGGG. A bunch of pellegrinos and club sodas and carbonated crap! Only one mini bottle of vitamin water. We all shared it. As God as my witness, i'll neva go thirsty again! *shaking fist at minibar fridge*

We made a dash for the airport and said our so longs, farewells, auf weidersens, jjai jjiens, nee hows, bbai la las, adieu's. We went back to the harsh realities that drugs and alcohol merely mask for a short while. Reality. It buuuuuuuurns.

Ha ha, just kidding! But that's totally what an emo kid would write in their blog. lol. We got back and ate IHOP which Elliot so kindly bought us. After that, i don't remember anything because i probably passed out. I think my mind turned off for quite some time after that. The next thing i remember is yesterday (Tuesday) and us popping into Jody's Upscale Consignments in Sandy Springs where there was this delicious beaded/sequined vintage top that we decided against because it was priced at a rip-off price. This is consignments, not Neiman Marcus. Vintage shouldn't cost as much as Currentage.

anyhoos, i'm still sick from the weekend and it's already midweek. It's taking longer and longer for me to recover from pahtees because i'm 27 now. But as Bunnie mused to my sis who mused to me: "i'd rather be seasoned than bland." somethin like that.


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