Gay-bours!

This weekend was full of crazy and badass and wee.

Friday: Shopped around the mall until Mike got off work. Then we headed out to cash his paycheck and go to Edmonds to see his Gramma in the hospital. Got stuck in some crazy-ass traffic on I-5 on the way there. Gah. I sat in some solarium while he visited with her for a few. Left for Bob's, where Kortnie's party was being held. Had a gigantic burger and a jager bomb with Mike, Chelsey and all the managers. We're pretty much the only employees over 21. Heh. Decided to take the show to some bar in Mill Creek, but first we had to pick up a bottle of Goldshlager for Miranda and drop her off at her cousin's car at work. Grabbed some shit from my car and headed south. Turned out my phone was being dumb and was out of service for like three days. I learned this when I couldn't dial out and turned it off and back on and hada flood of voicemails and texts. Yay. One of the voicemails was from Kortnie saying that traffic was too gnarly, so they stopped off at McCabe's in Everett. So we went there, had a hell of a time finding parking, then went in and drank ourselves into oblivion. When I was drunk enough I white-girl danced with Mike, Chelsey and Shelby. HEH. And EVERYONE got on the damn stripper pole. After a few drinks everyone started drunk-dialing people. Got Angela to show up after she closed the store, and Mike got FUCKING KENT to stop by. OH. MY. GOD. It was awesome.

I can't believe I had four drinks and didn't die. I'm seriously that much of a lightweight.

After last call everybody took off. But we weren't done yet. The other Brandon from work met up with Mike and I at Denny's to drop Pepper and Miranda with us so we could go to Neighbours. But Brandon and Kyle were in the car as well. HEH. They so should have gone with us. Anyhow. Got to Neighbours. Danced like retards. Got up on the stage thing, and WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT, some straight guy comes up and tries to dance up on Pepper and I. UGHHH. Gross.

Word to the retards: Girls don't go to gay bars to hook up, okay? I fucking HATE straight guys who go to gay bars to try and pick up chicks. WRONG. We go there to GET AWAY FROM YOU. Thanks.

So we were there until like 4am. Didn't even get back to my car in Tulalip until 5. It was a good night indeed.

I don't have it in me to write any more. And I need to snatch up the Doom and go to Gramma and Grampa's house. Fweeee.

Merry Pants!