Sunday, My Holy Night

(FYI: Until this website cleans up it's act, My blog titles have to go here, because the Title option has not been working. Ass holes.)

So before I begin, I have this much to say:
1. My last blog was fricking horrible. For that, I am sorry.
2. As you can tell, my once a day blogging is really not working out. So I have decided to go with a "blog as much as I can" strategy. But more importantly, I will only blog when I actually have things to say.

And today, I have things to say. Hurray!

If you so remember, I discussed in an earlier blog my roommates and mine intentions to go out Sunday night to the bars and get drunk. Well, we got drunk, but we skipped out on the bar idea largely because none of us are 21 (Marty couldn't come with us) and therefore we were running the risk of getting gussied up and going out, only to be denied alcohol.

So we played it safe, stayed home, and made drinks. So now, I get to tell the tale of three drunk roommates, stuck in an apartment. Boring? I should think not!

Our Sunday evening started around 10:00pm. We made the difficult decision to stay in, But then got really excited about having a fun drunk night in the apartment. So Shubbu and I rushed off to our favorite store Discount Den to pick up some supplies (pop) and Luz stayed back and made some Sex on the Beaches. Which were really good. We each got like 1 1/2 tall beer goblets full of those. We just drank them at our bar, talked, had good fun. Then Luz tried to teach me how to Mexican dance, which is really hard to do and we thought would be easy in heels, so we all ran to put on our highest high heels.

Then, much to the annoyance of our neighbors below us I'm sure, we stomped and clunked around the apartment, teaching each other ethnic dances. Luz taught us Mexican Dance, Shubbu taught us Indian Dance, and I taught them Irish Dance. Which I somehow know how to do. I guess the Irish I have in me just came out through dance. And of course the alcohol helped. Of course.

We then wanted to dance like the dancers in Sean Paul's "Temperature" video so we pulled it up and imitated everything they did. Seriously, our neighbors below probably wanted to murder us. Especially since it was closing in around midnight.

Either before, during, or after our dance-a-thon we made more drinks. (The night is a blur, my memory keeps mixing things up). We attempted to make Long Island Iced Teas. Which came out crazily strong and way more than we could handle. But we're fucking troopers so we just chugged that shit. And it really, really did it's job.

So because we were already drunk and we wanted to be even more drunk we started taking Tequila shots left and right. Always a good idea. Then we hung out on our balcony, doing the classic college "Wooo!!" yell every time someone would walk by. Who would make it back at us. If only making friends was that easy in the day when you were sober. To bad we can't all just walk around and Woo at eachother.

So after our numerous Tequila shots we began taking pictures of us in heels and I really don't even know why we took half the ones we did. Especially on Luz's camera. And alot of them came out ROUGH. Man, drinking really does a number to your looks. Then on a whim we decided we needed another construction post so the three of us sprinted outside, took the coolest and most impressive one we could find. Then I single handedly picked that thing up, ran with it, laughing hysterically......until I wiped out and rolled from the curb into the grass. Then I just laid in the grass still holding the post smiling and kept slurring over and over again while laughing, "I jusss couldn't hol on, I jusss couldn'dt hol on, hahaha". But Luz got me up, snatched the cone and we carried it up to our apartment where it now rests in all of it's glory.

So as if we weren't drunk enough we decided to make Rum and Sprites and Vodka and Sprites. I ended up spilling mine all over the kitchen floor. Sticky mess this morning. Then like any drunk night, we were really really hungry for pizza, but didn't want to walk all the way to Bonnie Jeans, so instead we got the bright idea to make our own pizzas! Well, we didn't have pizza crust so we took some whole wheat sandwich bread. And then we didn't have pizza sauce, so we took some spaghetti sauce. And then we realized we didn't have cheese, so we pretty much just fucked the idea, put spaghetti sauce on wheat bread, heated it up for like 10 seconds, and ended up eating like 10 of those. They were so fricking good at the time. It wasn't until this morning that our dumbasses remembered we had Pizza rolls and Pizza bagels in the freezer. Ah well, at least we've proven ourselves resourceful.

The night ended brilliantly with me throwing up in the bathroom. Luckily I made myself throw up so it really wasn't that bad. I just didn't want to be hungover today and I hate going to bed all dizzy. But I felt a ton better afterwards and slept as peaceful as a baby. However, I'm beginning to think I may be a little hungover because I've not only written a play by play account of last night, but I've written it in a sort of blah way. Oh well, I had fun, and I did take pictures! So here are some from the night:

This is Luz. I think she was showing off her heels. Notice the messy counter in the background and the construction post her and Shubbu stole awhile ago in the foreground.

Our countertop mess. Delightful.

Me and Luz's feet. As I said earlier, I don't know why many of these pictures were ever taken.

Oh and looky here. Shubbu joined in on the foot pictures! (I'm the chick with the red toes)

This is my If I was a Top Model here would be my shoe pose

This is Shubbu ruining my shoe ad. That bastard!!

Well....let me just attempt to explain this here picture. I was trying to cool off my sweaty hair and therefore flipped my head and touched my feet. Luz and Shubbu thought it looked like a cool pose, so they took my picture. Only later, did we realize I look like a porn star. A porn star with a really old soccer t-shirt on.

This is a better view of the construction post Luz and Shubbu stole earlier.

And this is the one we borrowed last night.

Don't worry, we intend to return them. I think.

When I woke up this morning I saw at some point last night we broke the blinds. I fixed it though. I think.

Yup, Luz and I are pretty much just summing up the night in this picture.

Oh yes! And before I go, if you remember I posted a link awhile ago to a Will Ferrel and Baby Pearl video called the Landlord which was really really funny. Below is the link. Point being, He and pearl made another one which is equally good called "Good Cop, Baby Cop"

I thought you lame's who have to work could use a couple minute break.

"Good Cop, Baby Cop": http://funnyordie.com/videos/33f2687080

"The Landlord": http://funnyordie.com/videos/74

Have a great day everyone!