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Sunday, January 30, 2005

And Thus Begins...
The Weekend Update

I'll start with Friday night.
It's so hard to write our weekends down because they are just so full of great stuff. We only stayed out till 10:30 friday night, well let me rephrase that. Our curfew was 10:30, we got home at 11:30. Croker came and played with us for awhile as did Jim. Then JL showed up with Chad "the hermit" Harris, some old boys Jess went to high school with and then of course JONI! We love that girl, even though her middle name is trouble and she drinks more McCormicks Vodka than any human ever should. She's such a blast. Brian showed up with a mullet wig on. I shit you not on this one folks. Apparently he'd been wearing it all day, even to his job interview that morning. Needless to say he didn't get that job because he couldn't keep a straight face. The mood was light, but I pulled out the rubber boots later on cause the shit was gettin deep. Jessica talks more shit than the law should allow and I'm afraid it's gonna bite her in the ass real soon. Of course, I need a little chastising also because somehow or another my dumb ass was on the phone with Tyler, a.k.a the 'naughty school boy' talking some EXTREME shit. I don't know what I was thinking, it must have been the beer. Now he keeps asking about me, sorry babe, not in this lifetime. We somehow managed to find ourselves outside in the parking lot for a nice part of the evening, although I don't rightly know why at this time. Nonetheless, the parking lot is where all the bad shit happens. It's where you make that pivotal decision to go home, or god forbid...The Ponderosa! oh wait, that was last night. Anyway, there is something terribly wrong about being hit on by the recently divorced fathers of you students, and being hit on the by the guy's dad you were boning a few nights ago (ahem, Jess). We of course handled it all quite well and left every single one of those 5 boys on the porch hangin. But then the next morning I had these mysterious text messages from CHD. He wanted to 'show me and Jess somethin' I'm thinking no, but thanks.

Now on to Saturday night...

We started at a retirement party for one of my dad's oldest friends. I think it would be a great blessing to one day have a party like that where all of my friends and family were there. It was great. It's the small things like that that make it so special here. So the evening started out with a little beer, a little dancing, and then a whole lot of home made muscadine wine, in addition to a little apple wine. Jess did the chainsaw, we all 'fed the chickens', and then came the lap dance. They tied up the retiree and blindfolded him. Then one of the guys came out in a dress with his hair all up in a ponytail (he had a mullet) and gave him a lap dance. It was CLASSIC! I laughed so hard, I even went and put a dollar bill in his dress, hahaha. After that the party was rather anitclimatic, so we hit the bar. Where of course my ex was with his scary new woman. She's big, not just overweight big, but like amazon big. I don't think I'd piss her off too much. Well we took my Aunt with us and that was an experience. As soon as I walked in the door some older, nice looking gentlemen were sitting at the bar with their 'ladies' for the evening and they all turned around and were trying to unbutton my shirt. WTH!? were you raised in a barn!? Then they kept asking me how much I paid for those things. Of course Travis (owner of the bar) asks me that like every time I see him. I don't dig the harrassing, you have to be subtle about it like Freddy and Archie. They need to learn some manners, or I need to find a better class of losers. I wore Justin Morgan's hat all night, god is that boy sexy. I never noticed it for the longest time either, and then just one day it hit me. I'm a shameless flirt with that boy though, and of course I especially was last night because the ex was there. Not that I was trying to make him jealous really, I just don't want him to think I ever missed a beat without him. I think I did a good job of that last night, haha. For some ungodly reason Jess found it neccessary to hit on a married man for most of the night. Then Pruitt showed up. It all went downhill from there. I BROKE THE RULES!!! Remember that pivital point in the parking lot I was talking about earlier? Well this is where it went wrong. Instead of driving the two miles back to my house, we ended up at the Ponderosa. Where Jess's antics proceeded to piss me off, and Pruitt's advancements began to make me ill. I asked Cyndi "Is there something wrong with me?" Her reply was "no honey, you just have standards, that's all". I'm sure Jess is aware I'm a little irritated with her since I haven't heard from her today and I told her last night I didn't want to go to the circus with them today. So here I sit trying to recover from another bad weekend chugging down coffee while I should be sleepin...


♥Oh, so vintage... 11:51 AM


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