I went to Palm Springs and all I got was this [near] concussion…
Who knew a foam party could be so dangerous?
What a weekend.
After an afternoon of slingin’ beans on Saturday I was ready for some fun by Saturday night. Gigi came and stayed with me and we managed to go to packed – yet boring – bars in town. Saturday lesson learned: Plastic cups from home are acceptable “to-go” containers to be left in the car for that time in-between each place (even if they are seconds away from one another). However, sneaking a bottle of beer out of a bar, to place in one’s car cup holder, is too obvious. Do not do this. People can see it.
Sunday morning I received an impromptu phone call from Miller Time. In an attempt to boycott June Gloom we headed out to Palm Springs. Glorious, I tell you. Simply glorious. A fab dinner at The Falls was followed by some of the most entertaining dancing ever at Las Casuelas. People older than my parents were gyrating all over the floor in some desperate attempt to attract the opposite sex in some spasmatic mating ritual. Go Viagra Go.
We left, had a few beers at the Village Pub, and ended up back at Las Casuelas. We met the greatest group of guys and headed down to the Karaoke bar, closing the place down. Knowing we weren’t done yet we found the only open bar – A gay club having a foam party!!! Genius. I had the best time ever…less the falling and smashing my head against the metal railing… Soapy-Boxer-Brief-Clad-Men scampered to my aid. Why God oh why do all of these hot, nearly nekked men need to be gay? I refused to allow my ego to be too horribly bruised, so I wobbled up and away. I returned a little later (to my own spasmatic mating ritual) only to have a group of these previously helpful men lift me up and completely dunk me in the thigh high suds. What a night.
Suds and Skin Abound
I recovered yesterday by the pool. Miller time and the other girls headed back early, and I stayed – not wanting a moment of sun to be wasted. Unfortunately, being the brainiac that I can occasionally be, I thought that talking with my mama while floating in the pool would be wonderful. Needless to say I immediately dropped my phone in the water. What a re-re. And of course I didn’t have any friends near me to laugh with at my utter stupidity.
So I made the drive home a little more silent, a little more burnt, and with a few more bumps and bruises than on the trip down…
And again I say… what a weekend.
What a weekend.
After an afternoon of slingin’ beans on Saturday I was ready for some fun by Saturday night. Gigi came and stayed with me and we managed to go to packed – yet boring – bars in town. Saturday lesson learned: Plastic cups from home are acceptable “to-go” containers to be left in the car for that time in-between each place (even if they are seconds away from one another). However, sneaking a bottle of beer out of a bar, to place in one’s car cup holder, is too obvious. Do not do this. People can see it.
Sunday morning I received an impromptu phone call from Miller Time. In an attempt to boycott June Gloom we headed out to Palm Springs. Glorious, I tell you. Simply glorious. A fab dinner at The Falls was followed by some of the most entertaining dancing ever at Las Casuelas. People older than my parents were gyrating all over the floor in some desperate attempt to attract the opposite sex in some spasmatic mating ritual. Go Viagra Go.
We left, had a few beers at the Village Pub, and ended up back at Las Casuelas. We met the greatest group of guys and headed down to the Karaoke bar, closing the place down. Knowing we weren’t done yet we found the only open bar – A gay club having a foam party!!! Genius. I had the best time ever…less the falling and smashing my head against the metal railing… Soapy-Boxer-Brief-Clad-Men scampered to my aid. Why God oh why do all of these hot, nearly nekked men need to be gay? I refused to allow my ego to be too horribly bruised, so I wobbled up and away. I returned a little later (to my own spasmatic mating ritual) only to have a group of these previously helpful men lift me up and completely dunk me in the thigh high suds. What a night.
Suds and Skin Abound
I recovered yesterday by the pool. Miller time and the other girls headed back early, and I stayed – not wanting a moment of sun to be wasted. Unfortunately, being the brainiac that I can occasionally be, I thought that talking with my mama while floating in the pool would be wonderful. Needless to say I immediately dropped my phone in the water. What a re-re. And of course I didn’t have any friends near me to laugh with at my utter stupidity.
So I made the drive home a little more silent, a little more burnt, and with a few more bumps and bruises than on the trip down…
And again I say… what a weekend.
posted by hannahhas @ Tuesday, May 31, 2005
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