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Drunken Dialer!
Jun. 4th, 2006 10:46 pmWell, I'm back from an absolutely killer weekend. The only downside was that Neko wasn't there. (sigh) My cousin Devon is about to turn 23 (mental note: must buy a birthday gift), and because of that is about to lose her privledges to get on a military base without her Mom or Dad (retired Navy). She wanted to get some shopping done before the big day, and I got wrangled into going with her (so did Bri, her sister/my other cousin). The nearest base is 3 hours away, which makes it an all-day trip. I thought I'd talked them out of making it an over-night trip, because I wanted to chat with Neko and actually get some sleep this weekend.
We arrived, and the first thing they did was check into Motel 6. There went my plans for the night. So we did some shopping at the outlet mall (Rocky Moutain Chocolate Factory = oral-gasm.) and hit up Fudpuckers (yes. I know. >>) for dinner. It was a half-hour wait, so Devon and I had piña coladas while we waited. Bri, being underage, had a soda and announced that if we had too much she was driving. Since my night was already gone out the window, I decided that was good with me. Might as well enjoy myself since I was there anyways. With dinner I had a Fudzy Navel (basically, a fuzzy navel with more alcohol), and I had one after too. Devon had two Fudpuckeritas, which are basically margaritas with a shot of cactus tequila. She didn't want the shots, so I took them. After that, we decided to finish our drinks in the bar (live music!) and then head back to the hotel. I was missing Neko, and I wanted to call her to let her know I wouldn't be on, but no one would let me call. Most sad. But I was well-buzzed and giggly (our waiter thought Devon and I were wasted), and wouldn't let it get me down.
By the time the drinks were finished, we'd ordered one more a piece. And fucking hell, I thought the drinks I had with dinner were good. The Fudzy I got at the bar was 2-3 times bigger and way stronger for the same price. o.o Devon started on Corona (ew, beer), and I was swaying with the music. We flirted with some guys a bit (well, Devon did. She's the pretty one), Ladies Night kicked it and I got a glass of vodka with a splash of cranberry juice. I really wanted Neko by then, and was feeling incredibly guilty for leaving her high and dry without even a call, but everytime I asked to go find a phone to call her I got shot down, and when I started the night I gave a shit about my cell phone minutes. After I'd downed the rest of my vodka, I didn't. So while Devon was off getting felt up by some guy, I told Bri I was going to get some air, grabbed my purse and trotted off to call Neko at 12:30AM. (sweatdrop) I remember the general gist of the call. There was a lot of "I'm so sorry" and "I'm drunk", a few "I love you" and one "I'm horny and wish you were here". She also says I squeaked on the "Bai". (sweatdrop) I'm a drunken dialer.
Anywhoo, after that I stopped drinking and started dancing, since walking in a straight line had started to become an act of will and focus. Two guys had latched onto Devon in hopes of getting laid, and we ended up trooping back to their hotel to jump in the jacuzzi. (I managed to talk Bri and Devon into looking into a tattoo place before hooking up with the boys, but they were closed. Probably a good thing.) They were really only interested in her, but I'd be damned if I let a free hot tub pass by. Around 3 I was pretty sober again, Devon was buzzed, and Bri dragged us back to the hotel. I cleaned up, watched some TV, poured into bed and slept until 9, when I was dragged out to finish shopping at the base. No hangover, We got home around 6, and then regular life re-started. Ick.
What does all of this have to do with anything? I made a few icons on Friday, and I have one that's finished getting knocked out of an icontest and can thus be posted. I meant to put them up last night, but you just heard my excuse. Phwee! So here they are!
We arrived, and the first thing they did was check into Motel 6. There went my plans for the night. So we did some shopping at the outlet mall (Rocky Moutain Chocolate Factory = oral-gasm.) and hit up Fudpuckers (yes. I know. >>) for dinner. It was a half-hour wait, so Devon and I had piña coladas while we waited. Bri, being underage, had a soda and announced that if we had too much she was driving. Since my night was already gone out the window, I decided that was good with me. Might as well enjoy myself since I was there anyways. With dinner I had a Fudzy Navel (basically, a fuzzy navel with more alcohol), and I had one after too. Devon had two Fudpuckeritas, which are basically margaritas with a shot of cactus tequila. She didn't want the shots, so I took them. After that, we decided to finish our drinks in the bar (live music!) and then head back to the hotel. I was missing Neko, and I wanted to call her to let her know I wouldn't be on, but no one would let me call. Most sad. But I was well-buzzed and giggly (our waiter thought Devon and I were wasted), and wouldn't let it get me down.
By the time the drinks were finished, we'd ordered one more a piece. And fucking hell, I thought the drinks I had with dinner were good. The Fudzy I got at the bar was 2-3 times bigger and way stronger for the same price. o.o Devon started on Corona (ew, beer), and I was swaying with the music. We flirted with some guys a bit (well, Devon did. She's the pretty one), Ladies Night kicked it and I got a glass of vodka with a splash of cranberry juice. I really wanted Neko by then, and was feeling incredibly guilty for leaving her high and dry without even a call, but everytime I asked to go find a phone to call her I got shot down, and when I started the night I gave a shit about my cell phone minutes. After I'd downed the rest of my vodka, I didn't. So while Devon was off getting felt up by some guy, I told Bri I was going to get some air, grabbed my purse and trotted off to call Neko at 12:30AM. (sweatdrop) I remember the general gist of the call. There was a lot of "I'm so sorry" and "I'm drunk", a few "I love you" and one "I'm horny and wish you were here". She also says I squeaked on the "Bai". (sweatdrop) I'm a drunken dialer.
Anywhoo, after that I stopped drinking and started dancing, since walking in a straight line had started to become an act of will and focus. Two guys had latched onto Devon in hopes of getting laid, and we ended up trooping back to their hotel to jump in the jacuzzi. (I managed to talk Bri and Devon into looking into a tattoo place before hooking up with the boys, but they were closed. Probably a good thing.) They were really only interested in her, but I'd be damned if I let a free hot tub pass by. Around 3 I was pretty sober again, Devon was buzzed, and Bri dragged us back to the hotel. I cleaned up, watched some TV, poured into bed and slept until 9, when I was dragged out to finish shopping at the base. No hangover, We got home around 6, and then regular life re-started. Ick.
What does all of this have to do with anything? I made a few icons on Friday, and I have one that's finished getting knocked out of an icontest and can thus be posted. I meant to put them up last night, but you just heard my excuse. Phwee! So here they are!
