Penny decided that being a designated driver SUCKS!!!!!!!!
Mo came out and laughed at me, then scammed me to buy her a beer. Damn dirty Mo.
That is a bad bar.
Chiliitos are good.
I recorded much of Carissa and my drunken conversation with my spy recording device.
Buzz the bartender was there too. Without his red velvet pants. Pants. What a great word. Heather rocks.
Jasmine came out too. I took pictures. Many pictures. Including one in the bathroom. I wore all lime green’ tee shirt, panties, bra. I wore my little jeans too but then I got too hot. A guy in suspenders felt me up at one point. Phew. My goodness!
Then we went to a sex shop. Which should only be attempted drunk. We couldn’t convince Peggy to get anything, though. She’s too repressed. I was all about the jelly penises. Or Penii. It’s all on tape. Memorex. The power of technology. My tongue is ginormous.
My eyes are going crossed and I think I have to be awake in like 4 hours. Renaissance fair. People with kids and their damn responsibility. And Chauffi didn’t call me while drunk.
Damn Blind Russians and good music. Room spinning. Should go to bed. Have to be up in like 70 minutes or something. Christ.
No skinny bitches, but one girl was so tan that I was questioning her ethnicity. Like, if you touched her you would spontaneously combust or some shit.
Chilitos are really good. It’s a bad bar. Pictures to come.
My teeth are chiclets, but not flavored like anything good. And Carissa and Penny rock. That is all.
Everytime I post while drunk, it gets more incoherent.
