Tuesday, June 20, 2006
public intoxication is the key to getting anything you want
so last night B and i decided we should hit up the Eastside and do it Eagle Rock and Highland Park Por Vida style. The following is evidence that a) no matter how much i try to avoid it, alcohol and i are inseperable and b) i should not be given a water gun....under any circumstances.....
so we started off by going to The Chalet but we didnt take pictures there because everyone was all about cuddling and no one was being hot so we didn't want to waste our hotness on those boring bitches. so after one drink we took off and headed toward the HP......
once there, we got settled....got wasted....and took the following messes of pictures that are embarassing, hot, and embarassing:
here brian finds a little nook to defy gravity in and talk on his celly....
in this series of pictures, i attempted to take 1 picture of brian....but i missed..twice...
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.....perfect....
.....perfect....here im still sober. ok no im not. but im only half way through the night, so relatively speaking...im sober....
um...still sober.....
um...still sober.....
i love how at some point between "sober" and "fucked up", my mom called, that bitch is always such a cock block:
back to being "sober"...
so after a few more of our favorite sweet libations....brian and i were officially fucked up and i decided it would be a faaaabbbuulooouus idea to bust out my mini water gun.
ok so, i know what that water gun looks like, but it's not what your skanky perverted minds are thinking....it's a WATER GUN... so calm down.
after we got some old man wet (whoops) we decided to sober the fuck up by getting our eat on....
but before that, we hit the hardcore streets of Highland Park and got our road construction/light post on.....
but before that, we hit the hardcore streets of Highland Park and got our road construction/light post on.....
ok after that hot pole session, we hit the road and headed over to Le Brite Spot in my favorite neighborhood of all time ever, the hot ECHO PARQUE.....
when we got to the brite spot, i was considerably less drunk so i decided i should man the kitchen. after telling the waiter bitches that i should be in charge, they totally agreed and let my ass in the kitchen and behind the cash register. dudes will let drunk chicks do anything, including, but not limited to drawing penises, tres puntas, and vatos locos on their arms......
after i made a waffle at the request of a customer (who, by the way, tipped me in cheesecake, which i very much approve of), making some bitch a burger, calling the kitchen staff sluts and whores, playing some disco on the sound system, creating the new brite spot sticker pasties uniform, tatooing the waiter, giving myself a discount, and attempting to convince the waiter that the bill could be payed with business cards, a barnes and noble gift card, and brian's hollywood video card....it was time to go home.....
and i did. right after i threw up.
the end.
:Not KBIG. it's gone. R.I.P. Disco Workout Lunch Hour.
:Gossip Girl remains the hottest show on tv. Honorable Mention: America's Most Smartest Model!!!
:The Road by the dude who wrote Blood Meridien who's name has escaped me because that book scares me so i refuse to bring it into the bedroom with me.
:* 99cent Taco Tuesdays at El Torito followed by Dollar Scoops Tuesdays at Baskin Robbins. i only eat on tuesdays.