2009/07/15
I’m looking for mine, looking for mine, looking for my, my black Cinderella
BAH. Tonight Hawaii club was friggedygidggedy epic! I was sweating and drinking my pangs away, all while the bass was louder than ever from Babel.
Even though the night started off a little rocky, a half a Törley later (and for my partner in crime a whole bottle of rose wine…) it all went a 360 and I (read: “we”) had a blast! The DJ’s loved us shaking our thaaangs up by the booth, the people loved us because we were awesome and I loved (There is again!!!) it because it was OH. SO. FUCKING. GOOD. (Yes, I heart to emphasis by adding dots.)
The free beer tasted better than ever, the dancing hurt more than ever and I met a guy on the way home named Obina “The king of lions” - he was so raunchy and followed me with his car. Pretty raunchy. I’ll probably catch you tomorrow.
JOSH, COME ONLINE I NEED TO TALK TO YOU. I’M EVEN HOLLERIN’ AT YA IN MY BLOG - OBEY FOR FUCKS SAKE! Haha. HOLLA BOYZ N GRRRLZ.