Chicken supreme.

I don’t know where to begin. The past week has seriously been a blur of partying. And I was able to partake in all this partying ’cause Mike and I got suspended from work for tardiness. Go figure. Worked my first shift at Zumiez tonight 7-10, and we’re back at Guess tomorrow for an overnight 10-6.

Anyhow. What the shit happened?

I think on Tuesday night Mike and I got a jug of Carlo Rossi and went to Walmart.

Wednesday I believe we visited Korkey at Cascade then went to Razzals and then One-Eyed Jack’s with Melissa. Always a good time.

Thursday Mike and I picked up Nate and we went to The Cuff, then Neighbours. A bunch of crazy shit went down and I’ll recount the events of the night now. Heh.

There was a drag show. It was my first, and it was fantastic.
Nate was mistaken for being gay by everyone right off the bat. This one guy got really creepy with it and was grinding on his ass while we were dancing and followed us around all night. We tried to ditch him and RAN to my car, which was parked by The Cuff about 3-4 blocks away. He followed us. For some reason we pretended like we were gonna go to his dorm and drink. So we drive him there and he’s all trying to get Nate out of the backseat despite the fact that he was about 6-7 extremely potent drinks in and dry heaving all over the goddamn place. It went something like this:

Creepy guy, wasted: "What’s your name, baby?"
Mike interjects in a Sharolaid voice: "I don’t think you need to be taking him home if you don’t even know his name, baybeh."
Creepy guy: "Do you even know him?"
Mike: "OH NO YOU DIDN’T, GIRL! His name is Nathan Michael Love, his birthday is February 23rd, 1987..."

The tug-of-war seemed to go on forever and we finally told the guy to get back in the car on the other side. Mike pulled Nate inside, got the door shut somehow and we sped off. What sucked was that we were on a dead-end street and had to turn around and drive past the guy, who was being a total drama queen and was STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD WITH HIS ARMS OUTSTRETCHED! Mike pulled to the side of him like we were gonna stop and then just sped off again. HEH. It was really intense and kinda scary and just... wow.

Now what I wanna know is this: WHO THE FUCK wants to hook up with a guy who is obviously beyond wasted to the point of getting sick? How fucking gross is that? UGH! CREEPY!

Went back to Nate’s... uhhh... living situation and passed out.

Friday night we took Chelsey to One-Eyed Jack’s and then Neighbours. There was a bunch of drama after Terry called me and let’s just say I ended up driving all the way to Camano Island and back to Capitol Hill. It was ridiculous.

Saturday night we went to the casino and met up with Rachel and Derrick. Terry calls just when I’ve finished my AMF. AMFs at the casino are delicious, but luckily aren’t very strong and I had eaten well beforehand (Mike and I made PITAS! GLORY!), so I wasn’t drunk. Picked him up at Dave and Erin’s, went to AMPM for foodz and gas, then we went out to Big Ditch. Glory. Blasted much Muse and let’s just say a good time was had by all. Heh. We were out there from like 2am ’til around 4:30. Took him back to his house, then drove all the way back home in a sleep-deprived stupor. Got home around 6am, noticed Terry’s wallet on the floor on the passenger side of my car (SHIT!), went inside, passed out. Woke up at 2pm and almost immediately Terry called. So I took off and met up with him on the island at his friend Shawn’s house. From there we went to some guy’s house in Lake Goodwin where a bunch of people were drinking and paintballing. And motherfucking Peppapants was there. How random is that? Hung out until 6:20 and left for work with the worst need to expel urine EVER. I can’t believe I remembered how to get to work the back way in such a state. Got there 15 minutes early, peed for (I’m not even kidding) two minutes straight. Went into Zumiez and started working on the shoes almost immediately. They were SO EFFED. OH MY GOD. I got the boxes almost completely perfected in the three hours, but I didn’t have time to do the displays. This shit is gonna be so effing challenging. Seriously. But I like it. So meh.

The coming week is looking like bleh. Other than getting paid. Heh. Work 10pm-6am Monday and Tuesday at Guess, have Wednesday off, work 6-2 the rest of the week at Guess and 5-10 or something like that at Zumiez on Thursday. Awesomepants. Then Friday I think Terry’s playing a show and you’d best believe I’m gonna be there. Weee.

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