Duuuuude

I'm back.
You missed me, I know.
I got trashed this weekend with some buds, sort of a late birthday thing. So we started at Hooters, where I was a dumbass and started drinking waaay before the food got there. Was I at least drinking something cool that'll make me look like I'm not some freakin lightweight? Oh no. I got trashed on Smirnoff Twisted Green Apples. 3 and a half to be precise. You know... Those pretty little clear bottles, with 5% alcohol... Yeah, kept tellin the waitress, "Hey, could you bring me another?" And she did, and I drank em... And by the time the food got there I was rockin around like I was on a boat, and my fork wasn't wanting to stab my food so much... Which I found completely hilarious by the way...
Anyho, so me and 2 other people had to go to the front of this Hooters and hula-hoop while the girls (who weren't so hot for Hooters girls...) sang the Happy Birthday song. Me and the other girl had to stand on these boxes while we did it (the guy with us didn't for some reason), so there I am, rockin my sexy cowboy hat, getting on this box thing, and I realize I can't hula-hoop, AND the box was movin.. Actually it wasn't, but I totally thought it was. So I'm just standing there holding my hula-hoop, tryin not to fall off the box, so one of my buds decides to help me out. So I'm standing there laughing my ass off, tryin to stay on the box, and she's RUNNING my hula-hoop around me.
It was so fuckin funny.
So funny.

Then we went back to our hotel room (Yeah, we got rooms. This was a major event man. Plus, Sac town's like an hour ish from us.) And everyone's doin some shots of Petrone, but I totally wasn't allowed to. I got cut off at Hooters. So then we go to some club in Old Sac, and I was ordered to drink water, and being a bit of a dumbass already, I ended up drinking 7.. WTF right? Right. Also had a Bud Light (which tasted like a big ole bottle of ass...) and a Surfer on Acid I think... (fruity, it was... somethin and pinapple juice and malibu I think...) I got pulled out on the dance floor more times than I can count.. Got a lap dance.. And had girls all up in my space. I'm not a fan of space violations. And when those violations grind all over you, I'm even a bigger non-fan. But I had fun. Didn't get too trashed, cuz I can remember everything, and thanks to all that water, I soooo wasn't hung-over when I woke up to one of the guys hurling his guts out the next morning.
Good times were had, and I stayed in control of myself at all times, which makes last weekend All Good in my book. Plus, the pictures (well, the ones that have been developed so far) are not incriminating in any way. Beaut!