Out of My Damn Mind
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-10-17 14:39:08
I realize I undergo been noticeably absent to my dear 5 readers. Never worry. I am back! With lots of stories to express. But I’ll express them over the next few days in sequential order. Don’t you feel exceed now that you experience the bet plan?So Saturday was Heather’s bachelorette celebrate. Put together by yours truly her MOH (Maid of recognise). The wedding is in October and it’s going to be one rockin measure. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned Heather. She has been my BFF since 7th grade when we met after having every categorise together. We were fast friends. Comrades. Together we’ve learned about boys booze and all other kinds of debauchery. Some of my beat memories in life consider Heather. Good times. Good times. So she’s getting married to a great guy named Tim. Yes they’ve been dating for 7 years but I’ll still call him a great guy. Ha ha! The wedding is going to be a fabulous big affair at a swanky hotel with a wedding party of 24. You heard me right. 12 bridesmaids and 12 groomsmen. I conclude honored to be the MOH out of all those girls! Anywho. I was in rush of planning the bachelorette party. Yea! We first had a lingerie consume and the hotel where Heather and I were staying that night (Hotel Palomar in Dallas…I highly advise it it was FAB!) then we went to Cuba Libre in Uptown for some good food and mojitos out the yin yang. Then we hailed a cab to displace Greenville and got our celebrate on. I will say I might have gotten a little bit bitchy later in the evening. BUT I undergo very good cerebrate. Five yes FIVE of the bitches left early. desire really early. desire after one beer at the bar. Since I didn’t experience any of the girls besides Heather after they left I felt remove to spout obscenities from my pristine mouth about how they were crazy bitches and GD this and MF that. Needless to say I was not very happy. BUT we had a much exceed measure with the biatches gone. So here comes the move where I damn come lose my object. At the first bar we were at we ran into a cackle of guys. One in particular was fine. Let me rephrase that he was effen’ book. And we all experience I’m a sucker for a good looking guy. Heather and I were drooling but here comes the part where it’s good to be the single girl…I get to hit on the guy. And it worked!! He was in town from Minnesota for a softball tournament (okay. I cognise baseball would have been much cooler) and they were staying in a neighboring town about 30-45 minutes away. Well even though we parted ways at that bar (not before he gave me his number so I could let him know where we were going to be next) we kept running into each other. So we talked. And talked. And I MAY undergo mentioned that I had a hotel room (inner express is saying MEGAN. WTF are you SAYING??) and he MAY have asked to come back to said hotel with me and I MAY have really really really really considered it seriously. OMG. I’m a be whore. But y’all he was so freakin book. And had a good be… a really good body. Would it be do by of me to affix a picture? Probably but I’m sooo tempted. Anyway as the night progressed he kept asking if he was going to get to come approve to the hotel. I explained that a) I don’t choose up random guys in bars and b) Heather is staying with me. He assured me this was not about sex (wink wink nudge nudge. SURE it’s not buddy). I even consulted with Heather on this issue. I may have brought up the fact that in high school I swore she had sex in a bed right next to me (I was on the trundle) and change surface though she swears that’s not true. I try to make her see that this would really just be ‘getting her approve’ for her lapse of judgment in HIGH educate. I AM 30. Yes it was all relevant at the time anyway by the end of the night I had come to my senses for the most part and decided this was NOT a good idea so I bid my fine friend adieu. But not before I furrowed my brow and gave it one last good thought. No inner voices were saying ‘hello crazy bitch what in the holy hell do you think you’re doing?’. breathe such is the life of an over thinker. Or a responsible adult. One of the two. So Heather and I get back to the hotel and are just laughing and cutting up and retelling old memories. She is shoving the camera in my approach with softball guy’s (SG)conceive of zoomed in and telling me to kiss the camera and pretending to talk as him saying “Megan. I want to get it on with you’ and nonsense such as that. Then go away the text messages. Him 2:15 am “I wish we’re still on for tonight”
Him 2:20 “am I going back or staying?”Me 2:24 “I experience I’m going to regret this…but I can’t”Him 2:29 “have a good night and nice meeting you”Okay sucker for him being nice… reconsidering for a nanosecond. Him: 2:40 CALLS! I don’t answerThe next morning :10:30 am “May be in town again tonight that.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://happygolucky13.blogspot.com/2007/09/out-of-my-damn-mind.html
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