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Went out drinking Friday night with the usual suspects. Suzanna, Van, Pip, Sara, Laura, Tracy Girl, Grace, Renata, Ursula, and Julie the Doorgirl. Julie is the Doorgirl because that's what she is... the Doorgirl at our apartment complex. Why she has this nickname is explained below.
Yesterday was crazy... I started the night off by asking everyone I knew or had contact with that night how many girls they've made cry. I'm not sure how it came up but it was something I discussed with Pat on the phone and decided to ask everyone their numbers. I even called Teh Sexay, who apparently is moving to NYC around Turkey Day so lord help her if I decide to move back to the East coast and take Suzanna and Van with me, but it went right to her cell phone's voice mail and I felt too lazy to leave a message. But the totals so far are as thus...
HOW MANY TIMES YOU'VE MADE A GIRL CRY
1. Me - 0
2. Pat - 1
3. Suzanna - 20+
4. Van - 12
5. Little Chris - 5
6. Stephanie the Cop aka Ex-GF - 100+ (This is due to her role as a cop she claims. I figure make the poll crying in general not just personal reasons.)
7. Jerry - 30+
8. Grace - 17
9. Tracy Girl - 0
10. Laura - 3
11. Pip - 70+ (Pip's such a ho. lol. I guess that's why I dated her.)
12. Sara - 1
13. Renata - 33 (I have NO idea how she remembered the exact amount but by god she somehow did. I'm amazed at her.)
14. Ursula - 0 (She was horrified at Suzanna, Stephanie, Jerry, Pip, and Renata's numbers. Poor perfume chemist. She's so sweet.)
15. Julie the Doorgirl - 15
16. Kim - 10
17. Erin - 2
18. Mikey - 6
19. Rachel - 100+ (This is former singer of my band in LA who is probably THE biggest mack I've ever encountered. I think it should be 200+ for her. lol.)
20. Jake in NYC - 13
21. Jake in STL - 4
That's as many people as I want to write. I'm not sure what this proves. Just that I know a lot of people who make girls cry. Hehe.
So we went out drinking and ended up at a shite load of clubs. The big thing that happened? The psycho chick had an bathroom accident. Oh, and I now know her name! JULIE! Yes, that is why Julie the Doorgirl is Julie the Doorgirl. Makes sense. But maybe we should call her Julie the Sanegirl. lol. Works better since the other Julie is a crazy girl.
Julie the Crazygirl was at the second club where we spent the most time because we know the bartenders and staff and can get free booze. In order to pull off our "we're dating Van" ruse, Suzanna and I got to have a good deal of fun. It's bad, I know... I'm not sure what's going on with us anymore. We danced together and there was a lot of touchy feely happening. And we both did kiss her. Well, kiss? Made out. It was strange but nice and I'm lost about what is going on but none of us want to discuss it. Which drives our friends nuts. They want to know what's happening but fuck if I know.
We're happy the way things are and Van is the only person besides me that Suzanna has ever given keys to her place. So... I know she likes Van as much as I do and I *know* Van likes us because she's always over. Eh, I don't want to think about it. Thinking bothers me. lol.
But Julie the Crazygirl I almost felt sorry for. Why? Well, this club is nice and all but it has... eh... old pipes in the restroom and they sort of burst when she was in there. I had nothing to do with it! I swear. I'm not a plumber. Heh. Anyway, they burst and she got really wet and not in a good way. lol. The club strangely did not close. Probably because it has two levels and you can just go upstairs to the other restroom. I felt bad for her when she came out all soaked in ickiness but she glareeeeeeeeeeed at me! lol. I think she thinks I did it somehow.
Hell, I think she's crazy but I'm not that spiteful to crazy folks. I'm halfway crazy myself and ruining pipes takes effort. I'm too lazy for that.
Most likely she thinks I did it because I went off on her when she came to our table. She kept calling Van by her full name of Vanessa in this skeezy drawl that was obviously an attempt to be sexy. Instead it was just... brrrrr... slimy. Plus Van *loathes* her full name. She hasn't used it in years, she even got her folks to stop calling her Vanessa which is something I've yet to manage to do with mine about Nicole (what they call me) vs. Nic (what I liked to be called), so that does show an impressive amount of conviction behind the name issue.
Strange how tiny things like that can matter so much.
Pip spent most of the night trying to get me to admit I want to leave Suzanna for Van which was really funny when I pointed to them dancing together and about to kiss. She shut up at that point. lol. Renata was in top form though and I'm not sure if she and Ursula went to have one of their naughty public sex escapades or not. I couldn't keep track of them. Thank god they didn't show up until later in the evening. If they'd been around at midnight or so they could've ended up in the restroom with Julie the Crazygirl all covered with ickiness due to those pipes bursting. And I know Ursula wouldn't have dealt with that.
Per usual Laura got bombed after one beer. That girl cannot hold her liquor at all. With Grace and Tracy Girl's help we did get her to do her cutesy, "Be aggressive! Be be aggressive!" cheerleading chant she did when she was the co-captain of our high school cheerleading squad. Ahhh, takes me back to the not so good old days of adolescence. Gotta love it.
I ended up talking to Renata about AMC a bit and the power of The Rack of Eden Riegel. We both concluded that she has that same power because it is her rack which draws women to her. Seriously. They just stare at her chest and zooommmmm... they're sucked in. Very scary. I concluded if Renata was to be on AMC dating Eden's character of Bianca the power of their combined racks would entrance most of the cast and characters. Plus she has that lovely Brazilian accent that's even better that Olga's natural British one.
Grace did have to leave early because of the pipes incident. She spent most of the time trying to fix that up and settling things up so they wouldn't have to call people in to fix it. They apparently should have gotten the club closed but since she was there and worked with the owner, who we know, they got to take care of it nice and subtle. I'm not sure what went on with the pipes. Water worked all over the club but just that one restroom went wonky. Like the Exorcist toilet.
Ew. lol. That's not a nice thought.
Through the osmosis of my storytelling I ended up having everyone with us dying for Terri, the new club dj, to play Don't Cry For Me Argentina remix. For some reason my tales about that song and my days living in New Orleans never get old. Terri played a remix of it I never heard that lasted 10+ minutes. Pure gay quality, I must say. We even got super butch Tracy Girl to dance and that is a miracle I tell you.
The rest of the night was pretty much normal clubbing. Kim did come onto Van and Suzanna thought it was funny... I'm not sure how I feel about Kim. She's a bit creepy in her pursuit of younger women but then again, Van isn't that much younger than her. She's 50ish and Van is what? 32? Not that big, I guess. But I'm 26 and dating a 39 year old... and when I was 18 I did date my old boss who had just turned 40. I'm not really sure age is what has me put off by Kim. Maybe it's her general attitude? She reminds me of some sort of creepy lesbian hunter of hot younger chicks. It's hard to really explain.
Tracy Girl started the massive drunk drop offs in her SUV around 3 am, I think. Sometimes I feel bad for the girl, being our constant designated driver but she says she doesn't mind. I guess she's used to it as she's the only one among us who has never and will never, according to her, drink, smoke, do any kinds of drugs including the over the counter kind, or eat meat. Ah, Tracy Girl, I love you so you big Karate Sensei/Personal Nutritionist granola dyke.
Much to the disappointment to Pip and her perverted mind, Van didn't go home with Suzanna and I. lol. She went back to her apartment and as I finally type this all up on Saturday night I haven't talked to her yet. I woke up at around 5 pm and Suzanna woke up at 6 pm only to go back to bed. She's still knocked out and I don't have any motivation to wake her. She needs the rest.
Thus ends my tale of Friday night lesbian clubbing with my horrible pack of friends. One hopes the Exorcist toilet will keep Julie the Crazygirl away from Van or at least stop her from calling her Vanessa. Bleh. Wacko.
Yesterday was crazy... I started the night off by asking everyone I knew or had contact with that night how many girls they've made cry. I'm not sure how it came up but it was something I discussed with Pat on the phone and decided to ask everyone their numbers. I even called Teh Sexay, who apparently is moving to NYC around Turkey Day so lord help her if I decide to move back to the East coast and take Suzanna and Van with me, but it went right to her cell phone's voice mail and I felt too lazy to leave a message. But the totals so far are as thus...
HOW MANY TIMES YOU'VE MADE A GIRL CRY
1. Me - 0
2. Pat - 1
3. Suzanna - 20+
4. Van - 12
5. Little Chris - 5
6. Stephanie the Cop aka Ex-GF - 100+ (This is due to her role as a cop she claims. I figure make the poll crying in general not just personal reasons.)
7. Jerry - 30+
8. Grace - 17
9. Tracy Girl - 0
10. Laura - 3
11. Pip - 70+ (Pip's such a ho. lol. I guess that's why I dated her.)
12. Sara - 1
13. Renata - 33 (I have NO idea how she remembered the exact amount but by god she somehow did. I'm amazed at her.)
14. Ursula - 0 (She was horrified at Suzanna, Stephanie, Jerry, Pip, and Renata's numbers. Poor perfume chemist. She's so sweet.)
15. Julie the Doorgirl - 15
16. Kim - 10
17. Erin - 2
18. Mikey - 6
19. Rachel - 100+ (This is former singer of my band in LA who is probably THE biggest mack I've ever encountered. I think it should be 200+ for her. lol.)
20. Jake in NYC - 13
21. Jake in STL - 4
That's as many people as I want to write. I'm not sure what this proves. Just that I know a lot of people who make girls cry. Hehe.
So we went out drinking and ended up at a shite load of clubs. The big thing that happened? The psycho chick had an bathroom accident. Oh, and I now know her name! JULIE! Yes, that is why Julie the Doorgirl is Julie the Doorgirl. Makes sense. But maybe we should call her Julie the Sanegirl. lol. Works better since the other Julie is a crazy girl.
Julie the Crazygirl was at the second club where we spent the most time because we know the bartenders and staff and can get free booze. In order to pull off our "we're dating Van" ruse, Suzanna and I got to have a good deal of fun. It's bad, I know... I'm not sure what's going on with us anymore. We danced together and there was a lot of touchy feely happening. And we both did kiss her. Well, kiss? Made out. It was strange but nice and I'm lost about what is going on but none of us want to discuss it. Which drives our friends nuts. They want to know what's happening but fuck if I know.
We're happy the way things are and Van is the only person besides me that Suzanna has ever given keys to her place. So... I know she likes Van as much as I do and I *know* Van likes us because she's always over. Eh, I don't want to think about it. Thinking bothers me. lol.
But Julie the Crazygirl I almost felt sorry for. Why? Well, this club is nice and all but it has... eh... old pipes in the restroom and they sort of burst when she was in there. I had nothing to do with it! I swear. I'm not a plumber. Heh. Anyway, they burst and she got really wet and not in a good way. lol. The club strangely did not close. Probably because it has two levels and you can just go upstairs to the other restroom. I felt bad for her when she came out all soaked in ickiness but she glareeeeeeeeeeed at me! lol. I think she thinks I did it somehow.
Hell, I think she's crazy but I'm not that spiteful to crazy folks. I'm halfway crazy myself and ruining pipes takes effort. I'm too lazy for that.
Most likely she thinks I did it because I went off on her when she came to our table. She kept calling Van by her full name of Vanessa in this skeezy drawl that was obviously an attempt to be sexy. Instead it was just... brrrrr... slimy. Plus Van *loathes* her full name. She hasn't used it in years, she even got her folks to stop calling her Vanessa which is something I've yet to manage to do with mine about Nicole (what they call me) vs. Nic (what I liked to be called), so that does show an impressive amount of conviction behind the name issue.
Strange how tiny things like that can matter so much.
Pip spent most of the night trying to get me to admit I want to leave Suzanna for Van which was really funny when I pointed to them dancing together and about to kiss. She shut up at that point. lol. Renata was in top form though and I'm not sure if she and Ursula went to have one of their naughty public sex escapades or not. I couldn't keep track of them. Thank god they didn't show up until later in the evening. If they'd been around at midnight or so they could've ended up in the restroom with Julie the Crazygirl all covered with ickiness due to those pipes bursting. And I know Ursula wouldn't have dealt with that.
Per usual Laura got bombed after one beer. That girl cannot hold her liquor at all. With Grace and Tracy Girl's help we did get her to do her cutesy, "Be aggressive! Be be aggressive!" cheerleading chant she did when she was the co-captain of our high school cheerleading squad. Ahhh, takes me back to the not so good old days of adolescence. Gotta love it.
I ended up talking to Renata about AMC a bit and the power of The Rack of Eden Riegel. We both concluded that she has that same power because it is her rack which draws women to her. Seriously. They just stare at her chest and zooommmmm... they're sucked in. Very scary. I concluded if Renata was to be on AMC dating Eden's character of Bianca the power of their combined racks would entrance most of the cast and characters. Plus she has that lovely Brazilian accent that's even better that Olga's natural British one.
Grace did have to leave early because of the pipes incident. She spent most of the time trying to fix that up and settling things up so they wouldn't have to call people in to fix it. They apparently should have gotten the club closed but since she was there and worked with the owner, who we know, they got to take care of it nice and subtle. I'm not sure what went on with the pipes. Water worked all over the club but just that one restroom went wonky. Like the Exorcist toilet.
Ew. lol. That's not a nice thought.
Through the osmosis of my storytelling I ended up having everyone with us dying for Terri, the new club dj, to play Don't Cry For Me Argentina remix. For some reason my tales about that song and my days living in New Orleans never get old. Terri played a remix of it I never heard that lasted 10+ minutes. Pure gay quality, I must say. We even got super butch Tracy Girl to dance and that is a miracle I tell you.
The rest of the night was pretty much normal clubbing. Kim did come onto Van and Suzanna thought it was funny... I'm not sure how I feel about Kim. She's a bit creepy in her pursuit of younger women but then again, Van isn't that much younger than her. She's 50ish and Van is what? 32? Not that big, I guess. But I'm 26 and dating a 39 year old... and when I was 18 I did date my old boss who had just turned 40. I'm not really sure age is what has me put off by Kim. Maybe it's her general attitude? She reminds me of some sort of creepy lesbian hunter of hot younger chicks. It's hard to really explain.
Tracy Girl started the massive drunk drop offs in her SUV around 3 am, I think. Sometimes I feel bad for the girl, being our constant designated driver but she says she doesn't mind. I guess she's used to it as she's the only one among us who has never and will never, according to her, drink, smoke, do any kinds of drugs including the over the counter kind, or eat meat. Ah, Tracy Girl, I love you so you big Karate Sensei/Personal Nutritionist granola dyke.
Much to the disappointment to Pip and her perverted mind, Van didn't go home with Suzanna and I. lol. She went back to her apartment and as I finally type this all up on Saturday night I haven't talked to her yet. I woke up at around 5 pm and Suzanna woke up at 6 pm only to go back to bed. She's still knocked out and I don't have any motivation to wake her. She needs the rest.
Thus ends my tale of Friday night lesbian clubbing with my horrible pack of friends. One hopes the Exorcist toilet will keep Julie the Crazygirl away from Van or at least stop her from calling her Vanessa. Bleh. Wacko.
