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Technically I live out of my many messenger bags, one of which got hit by a car on highway 270 when it slipped out of the holding place on my motorcycle - amazingly it stayed in something close to one piece and everything inside it was undamaged. But back onto topic, I live out of them because 90% of the time I live with my girlfriend, Suzanna, and 10% of the time I stay with my folks or friends. I don't own/pay for an actual residence of my own. I've tried to pay Suzanna rent more than a few times and for every instance I brought it up she freaked out over the concept of taking my money so no cash was hence allowed on that subject.
For four days I've been at my folks house while they're out of town visiting my brother at college and I've been doing that because Suzanna and I got into a huge fight about the rent again. She's a bitchy lady, which I love about her, but that being so she has an endless supply of bitchy gay boys as friends. Most of which are total assholes to me because I'm... fuck, I don't know how they see me. Some weird punker girl who makes jokes about them they can't understand and isn't nearly trendy enough for them to stand. They tend to be assholes to me overall and I was at the apartment waiting for Suzanna to get home on Wednesday and one of her gay boys was in the apt building lobby so I told the doorman to let him up.
Long story short - he was an asshole to me and more than insinuated that I'm a mooch who is just using Suzanna for her money etc etc etc etc... he finally got tired of waiting and left. I was pissed. When I finally talked to Suzanna I told her about it and said I can't take this shite anymore. I'm sick of her bitchy friends being endlessly rude to me about this so I said either let me pay rent or I'm not staying anymore.
She yelled at me, I yelled at her. Thus me staying at my folks empty house.
On Saturday night after work I decided to call some friends to talk to them about, well, just anything. Every single one of them were out doing things. This is the sequence of phone calls...
Call 1. Pip - In the middle of clubbing with Stacy, her gf, at Attitudes. Invites me and insists on grilling me about my fight with Suzanna. Don't ask me how she found out. No clue.
Call 2. Tracy Girl - In the middle of dinner with Laura, planning on going clubbing later at guess where... yes! Attitudes where Pip and Stacy are. Invites me.
Call 3. Grace - In the middle of I really don't want to know with my ex-girlfriend Stephanie the cop who is her current gf in Chicago. They definitely DO NOT invite me.
Call 4. Sara - In the middle of getting ready to go out to (insert drumroll) Attitudes! With some girls she met in her premed classes. Invites me.
Call 5. Jaymi - Involved in some dinner for Sanford Brown but plans on going out later. Invites me to go with her and asks me where I want to go. I tell her everyone is apparently at Attitudes tonight but I have no idea if I feel like going out. I tell her I will call her back.
Call 6. Teh Sexay - I have no idea why I called her. I accidentally called her Friday when I was trying to talk to my mother in Virginia and my retarded phone redialed Teh Sexay's number even though I haven't called her on my cell since... ehh... I don't know. She's eating out. I end the call but not before she says she'll try to call me back tomorrow. Oh yes, schedule me in, I told her. I felt so wanted. lol. Lucky I have an ego made out of adamantium.
Call 7. Pat - He's out at a club in bumfuck NYC. He never goes out! I talk to him and help him escape from a weird person he wanted to not talk to anymore at the club. At this point I decide since everyone I know and call is going out or about to go out including my most homebody of friends this is a sign from Jeebus for me to go out partying.
Call 8. Pip - While I was talking to Pat she called at least 5 times. The first words out of her mouth were demands for me to meet them at Attitudes or get Van and have her drive me there so I could get blasted with them. I told her everyone was going there so I might as well go too and that Jaymi might end up coming along. She gets excited and I KNOW this is because she hopes to get me drunk and make me angry or angrier at Suzanna. Though I love Pip she is somewhat evil and manipulative at times. I can see her doing something like this. Which is why I then called...
Call 9. Van - She who is the embodiment of butch beauty, kindness, and just groovy personality traits. I tell her all that's going on and ask if she wants to go out with me and the others. She gives a big yes and says she'll met me at my folks house then we'll go to Attitudes from there.
Call 10. Jaymi - I tell her of the plans and Van's involvement (which makes her quite pleased) and she says she'll meet us there after the meeting is done. Around midnight or a bit earlier.
I go back to my folks place and get changed into what suffices for club clothes for me. A pair of nice somewhat baggy hip hugger black pants, purple Doc Martens, and a tight collared short sleeve black shirt that says "boink!" on it. I have no idea where I got this shirt. I think it's funny though. Van arrives and she's looking butch sexy per usual in tight tight damnnnn tight jeans and a tank top. I love her clothing so. It looks endlessly hot on her.
Hopping into her hardly ever used BMW M Coupe, we head off to Attitudes for drunken dancing fun. On the way there we talk about the Suzanna situation and she gets me to be a lot less angry and more forgiving. At this point I should've suspected what the sneaky girl was up to but at that point I was just somewhat lethargic and dazed thinking about the fun to come.
Arriving at Attitudes around 11 pm, the place is pretty dead. We spot Pip and Stacy who immediately announce they want to go to Novak's because they apparently have this great vodka from Holland that everyone in St. Louis is addicted to at a pretty cheap price, well cheaper than most, the vodka is called Effen and that's exactly how you say it. Although everyone here has taken to calling it Fucking Vodka.
"Get me a fucking vodka!" is the new drunken battle cry around these parts.
Thus we head over to Novak's to get a fucking vodka. Poor Van is put in charge of calling the troops (Tracy Girl, Sara, Jaymi) and telling them where we'll be. Once we get there I order a fucking vodka and you know, I don't like vodka... I consider it too much a girly drink since every girl I know drinks it constantly but I liked this vodka. It was good. Fucking good. Ha. I had to make the lame joke.
I drink one, two, three, four, five... five fucking vodkas! And I feel like The Count on Sesame Street now. Then I have one of Novak's nicely large Long Island Iced Tea's. Yum. By midnight I was buzzzzzzzzzzzzed. And feeling damn happy and super talkative. I apparently launched into the enthralling tale of my destroyed messenger bag and the toxic waste spill that occurred near my work. According to Pip and Van I ended up talking to many a lesbian during this time span.
Novak's was one fun party and I didn't want to leave, so we didn't. lol. We stayed there until 12:30 which was long enough for Tracy Girl, Laura, Sara and friends, and Jaymi to arrive there and drink a few of their cheap yet very good alcoholic beverages. By 12:30 we chose to exit because Attitudes would be busy and crazy with the many people on the dance floor. Also Van kept looking at her watch and wanting to leave.
Again, I should've known what she was up to. But by then I was drunk. lol.
We get to Attitudes. I declare I need a drink and wander to the back bar which is almost always staffed by my friend Marie and yes, tonight it was as well. I ask for another Long Island and drink it. While I drink it and stare at the dance floor I notice a very tall and distinctive head of blonde hair. Yeah, it was Suzanna.
I gulp down the Long Island way too fast for my own good and wander onto the edge of the dance floor where she's standing looking for someone. Most likely me. I touch her waist and she turned around to face me. She smiled really big and bright, the way I love so much, then frowned, then chuckled.
"Are you drunk?" she chided me it seemed like but she pulled me in for a hug. She said in my ear, "You never get drunk. Why are you drunk? Van called me, you know. I think she's worried about us."
"I'm drunk," I confirmed with a nod and fell into her arms. Because I wanted to, because I love her, and because I was drunk and had really fucking bad balance. "Van's sweet to be worried." I pulled back to look at her. "Is there reason for her to worry? For me to worry?"
There was this pause that to me was long as hell but I'm sure was nothing in reality. Then she smiled at me and said, "There's no reason at all to worry."
I won't go into more details on the conversation just... ehh... because. But basically we apologized, made out, and she told me she reamed Billy (the gay boy who caused all this) for saying that shite to me and said if he did anything like it again they were through as friends. We talked as much as we could with me being blasted about my feelings on being a mooch because she won't let me pay for anything and agreed to work something out so I can pay for some utilities or something to cause that feeling to disappear.
Then we spent the rest of the night with our friends having a good time. Van was giddy at our make up/reunion and Pip I know was silently seething. She still doesn't like Suzanna but fuck that. She's my gf and I love her. It's like I said to Pat earlier that night, only I can be mad at her. No one else. Just me.
Clubbing was tons of fun and Sara managed to get Van to dance with her which is a big first. I think Jaymi was jealous perhaps but as much as I love my SB President, she's very outgoing/aggressive and Van is a bit of the shy type so a girl that's less on the offense like Sara appeals to her more.
I imagine if the Cardinals had won the game St. Louis would've been crazy like on Thursday with all of the celebrations but we sadly lost. But it was still a really great night out with my friends and thanks to Van, my girlfriend and hey, probably myself, I ended the late night with some very nice make up sex.
For four days I've been at my folks house while they're out of town visiting my brother at college and I've been doing that because Suzanna and I got into a huge fight about the rent again. She's a bitchy lady, which I love about her, but that being so she has an endless supply of bitchy gay boys as friends. Most of which are total assholes to me because I'm... fuck, I don't know how they see me. Some weird punker girl who makes jokes about them they can't understand and isn't nearly trendy enough for them to stand. They tend to be assholes to me overall and I was at the apartment waiting for Suzanna to get home on Wednesday and one of her gay boys was in the apt building lobby so I told the doorman to let him up.
Long story short - he was an asshole to me and more than insinuated that I'm a mooch who is just using Suzanna for her money etc etc etc etc... he finally got tired of waiting and left. I was pissed. When I finally talked to Suzanna I told her about it and said I can't take this shite anymore. I'm sick of her bitchy friends being endlessly rude to me about this so I said either let me pay rent or I'm not staying anymore.
She yelled at me, I yelled at her. Thus me staying at my folks empty house.
On Saturday night after work I decided to call some friends to talk to them about, well, just anything. Every single one of them were out doing things. This is the sequence of phone calls...
Call 1. Pip - In the middle of clubbing with Stacy, her gf, at Attitudes. Invites me and insists on grilling me about my fight with Suzanna. Don't ask me how she found out. No clue.
Call 2. Tracy Girl - In the middle of dinner with Laura, planning on going clubbing later at guess where... yes! Attitudes where Pip and Stacy are. Invites me.
Call 3. Grace - In the middle of I really don't want to know with my ex-girlfriend Stephanie the cop who is her current gf in Chicago. They definitely DO NOT invite me.
Call 4. Sara - In the middle of getting ready to go out to (insert drumroll) Attitudes! With some girls she met in her premed classes. Invites me.
Call 5. Jaymi - Involved in some dinner for Sanford Brown but plans on going out later. Invites me to go with her and asks me where I want to go. I tell her everyone is apparently at Attitudes tonight but I have no idea if I feel like going out. I tell her I will call her back.
Call 6. Teh Sexay - I have no idea why I called her. I accidentally called her Friday when I was trying to talk to my mother in Virginia and my retarded phone redialed Teh Sexay's number even though I haven't called her on my cell since... ehh... I don't know. She's eating out. I end the call but not before she says she'll try to call me back tomorrow. Oh yes, schedule me in, I told her. I felt so wanted. lol. Lucky I have an ego made out of adamantium.
Call 7. Pat - He's out at a club in bumfuck NYC. He never goes out! I talk to him and help him escape from a weird person he wanted to not talk to anymore at the club. At this point I decide since everyone I know and call is going out or about to go out including my most homebody of friends this is a sign from Jeebus for me to go out partying.
Call 8. Pip - While I was talking to Pat she called at least 5 times. The first words out of her mouth were demands for me to meet them at Attitudes or get Van and have her drive me there so I could get blasted with them. I told her everyone was going there so I might as well go too and that Jaymi might end up coming along. She gets excited and I KNOW this is because she hopes to get me drunk and make me angry or angrier at Suzanna. Though I love Pip she is somewhat evil and manipulative at times. I can see her doing something like this. Which is why I then called...
Call 9. Van - She who is the embodiment of butch beauty, kindness, and just groovy personality traits. I tell her all that's going on and ask if she wants to go out with me and the others. She gives a big yes and says she'll met me at my folks house then we'll go to Attitudes from there.
Call 10. Jaymi - I tell her of the plans and Van's involvement (which makes her quite pleased) and she says she'll meet us there after the meeting is done. Around midnight or a bit earlier.
I go back to my folks place and get changed into what suffices for club clothes for me. A pair of nice somewhat baggy hip hugger black pants, purple Doc Martens, and a tight collared short sleeve black shirt that says "boink!" on it. I have no idea where I got this shirt. I think it's funny though. Van arrives and she's looking butch sexy per usual in tight tight damnnnn tight jeans and a tank top. I love her clothing so. It looks endlessly hot on her.
Hopping into her hardly ever used BMW M Coupe, we head off to Attitudes for drunken dancing fun. On the way there we talk about the Suzanna situation and she gets me to be a lot less angry and more forgiving. At this point I should've suspected what the sneaky girl was up to but at that point I was just somewhat lethargic and dazed thinking about the fun to come.
Arriving at Attitudes around 11 pm, the place is pretty dead. We spot Pip and Stacy who immediately announce they want to go to Novak's because they apparently have this great vodka from Holland that everyone in St. Louis is addicted to at a pretty cheap price, well cheaper than most, the vodka is called Effen and that's exactly how you say it. Although everyone here has taken to calling it Fucking Vodka.
"Get me a fucking vodka!" is the new drunken battle cry around these parts.
Thus we head over to Novak's to get a fucking vodka. Poor Van is put in charge of calling the troops (Tracy Girl, Sara, Jaymi) and telling them where we'll be. Once we get there I order a fucking vodka and you know, I don't like vodka... I consider it too much a girly drink since every girl I know drinks it constantly but I liked this vodka. It was good. Fucking good. Ha. I had to make the lame joke.
I drink one, two, three, four, five... five fucking vodkas! And I feel like The Count on Sesame Street now. Then I have one of Novak's nicely large Long Island Iced Tea's. Yum. By midnight I was buzzzzzzzzzzzzed. And feeling damn happy and super talkative. I apparently launched into the enthralling tale of my destroyed messenger bag and the toxic waste spill that occurred near my work. According to Pip and Van I ended up talking to many a lesbian during this time span.
Novak's was one fun party and I didn't want to leave, so we didn't. lol. We stayed there until 12:30 which was long enough for Tracy Girl, Laura, Sara and friends, and Jaymi to arrive there and drink a few of their cheap yet very good alcoholic beverages. By 12:30 we chose to exit because Attitudes would be busy and crazy with the many people on the dance floor. Also Van kept looking at her watch and wanting to leave.
Again, I should've known what she was up to. But by then I was drunk. lol.
We get to Attitudes. I declare I need a drink and wander to the back bar which is almost always staffed by my friend Marie and yes, tonight it was as well. I ask for another Long Island and drink it. While I drink it and stare at the dance floor I notice a very tall and distinctive head of blonde hair. Yeah, it was Suzanna.
I gulp down the Long Island way too fast for my own good and wander onto the edge of the dance floor where she's standing looking for someone. Most likely me. I touch her waist and she turned around to face me. She smiled really big and bright, the way I love so much, then frowned, then chuckled.
"Are you drunk?" she chided me it seemed like but she pulled me in for a hug. She said in my ear, "You never get drunk. Why are you drunk? Van called me, you know. I think she's worried about us."
"I'm drunk," I confirmed with a nod and fell into her arms. Because I wanted to, because I love her, and because I was drunk and had really fucking bad balance. "Van's sweet to be worried." I pulled back to look at her. "Is there reason for her to worry? For me to worry?"
There was this pause that to me was long as hell but I'm sure was nothing in reality. Then she smiled at me and said, "There's no reason at all to worry."
I won't go into more details on the conversation just... ehh... because. But basically we apologized, made out, and she told me she reamed Billy (the gay boy who caused all this) for saying that shite to me and said if he did anything like it again they were through as friends. We talked as much as we could with me being blasted about my feelings on being a mooch because she won't let me pay for anything and agreed to work something out so I can pay for some utilities or something to cause that feeling to disappear.
Then we spent the rest of the night with our friends having a good time. Van was giddy at our make up/reunion and Pip I know was silently seething. She still doesn't like Suzanna but fuck that. She's my gf and I love her. It's like I said to Pat earlier that night, only I can be mad at her. No one else. Just me.
Clubbing was tons of fun and Sara managed to get Van to dance with her which is a big first. I think Jaymi was jealous perhaps but as much as I love my SB President, she's very outgoing/aggressive and Van is a bit of the shy type so a girl that's less on the offense like Sara appeals to her more.
I imagine if the Cardinals had won the game St. Louis would've been crazy like on Thursday with all of the celebrations but we sadly lost. But it was still a really great night out with my friends and thanks to Van, my girlfriend and hey, probably myself, I ended the late night with some very nice make up sex.
