Tag Archives: party

it’s 5 o’clock somewhere?

7 Nov

My head hurts as a result of happy hour with the girls last night. We started at Fleming’s for their “5 for 6 ’til 7” which pretty much translated to me downing 3 martinis in 2 hours and being buzzed before 7 pm last night.

Then I got home at 1 am and woke up with this shitty feeling in my stomach.

Oh the joys of not knowing the meaning of moderation.

So I have been up since 7:30 am checking on blogs and stuff and found the cutest wedding video ever.

I just sent an email to my brother with the very same link and about every other word spelled wrong. I would expect more from me too.


Today is going to be hard.


a completely barfy weeked

7 Dec

Our Company’s Holiday party was Friday and me and 2 coworkers went out after. We stumbled home shitty shitty drunk, and my coworker (who I barely know) proceeded to barf all over the tile floors in my living room. Seeing as I was passed out on the couch and couldn’t do more than crawl to my own bed, my roommate, after arriving home at 2:30 am herself, cleaned up the mess.

She gets a prize.

Barfy coworker on the other hand does not. He flushed a huge wad of paper towels down the toilet, clogged the toiled, flushed again, overflowed the toilet, then puked on the mess and fled the scene.

I woke up to my roommate recapping the living room barf, and me discovering my soggy toilet barf water covered bath room.

Seriously, the only thing I was stoked on Saturday morning was that my hangover wasn’t that bad, and at least I wasn’t my coworker.

So after eating breakfast, buying a plunger at 9:00 am, and cleaning barfy toilet water, the only thing I had left to do was unclog the toilet. Only I couldn’t do it.

It literally took hours of plunging before the clog freed itself, and finally I was free of a puke filled bathroom.


So I showered (duh!) and headed to LA to hang out with Refuses. Where we had a relatively casual party with his roommates, cousin, and sister, and a smidgen too much Patron. I was on high alert from having been drunk not-to-long ago and passed out on the early end of the party.

Refuses on the other hand blacked out and barfed all over the place, and on carpet no less!

He had never gotten sick with me before but let’s just put it this way, I saw the barbeque AFTER.

I went to bed and Refuses kinda cleaned, and on Sunday I watched football and Refuses was still cleaning.

Gross. Once again, I was just thankful it wasn’t me.

grace in small things twenty four

27 Sep

I am feeling lucky, and happy and maybe a bit hungover from a crazy-ass weekend.

5. Thankful that UCSB taught me to play beer pong very well. It is a skill that has impressed the male-sort on many occasions.

4. I only barfed once this weekend. So thankful, because it could have been much more than that.

3. Pants went out of town. All the good shit goes down whenever one of my closest friends leaves. Strength in un-numbers?

2. We are throwing a Halloween party and my bee costume fits!

1. My sister kicks ass, and she’s got the body to prove it. She completed a 20 day backpacking trip with her boyfriend. I would say hanging out with your BF for twenty straight days would kill you, let alone doing it in the wilderness and hiking 15 miles a day. Plus, she lived off of shitty camping food they carried in and was basically hungry for 17 days.

reunion disorder

14 Apr

Someone from high school had a surprise party for my best friend. Good news is my best friend’s bf was there, and he is always entertaining. Other that that there were a bunch of randoms.

Have I told you that I love randoms?

I don’t know what happened, but I turned on! It might have had something to do with my fabulous haircut I received earlier in the day, but I was trolling the party and just had to be friends with everyone there.

I like being friendly. I was truly interested in how everyone was doing, what they were doing and who they were doing it with. No, I couldn’t point out who they hang out with or tell what their job fully entails, but it seemed like everyone was in a good position in life.

and it seemed as though I was fantastic at faking it.

There is something to be said for all coming from the same place. You know, a nature vs. nurture thing. And I’m not claiming to know everyone and their background, but we are all similar, simply from spending 4 years in the same place, at a time when we were most moldable. I am sure some hated it, and didn’t belong, but everyone that was at this party, seemed to have come out of it okay, and developed into themselves even further, making everyone there that much more interesting. Like what you saw back then was just the tiniest hint of what was to come.

I was the life of that party. Some may have thought of me as obnoxious, but I could not get enough of the energy in that room. I was truly fearless, with great hair.

And then I get a phone call from said best friend this weekend: The one guy who was clearly the biggest douche (and happened to have old man mannerisms?), and could not stop talking about how many times he has been arrested, called my friend to ask her to invite me to a party he was having at his house last weekend. My response: Uh, no!