Wild Wednesday

As this week slowly bleeds into the weekend I’m thankful it’s almost over. I would say that I can’t wait to sleep the days away this weekend, but as I know that shant happen, I won’t wish for it. Oh sleep, where for art thou…

I went home last night and squeezed in a forty minute nap prior to meeting LaLo and Dirty Sanchez for dinner. I saw LaLo dominate the conversation for the first time ever, and fill the table with her energy. It was magnificent! We had such a great time, trying to get caught up on one another’s lives… and by lives I mean boys…

HWKHH came up in the conversation. LaLo and I tried to explain what an amazing guy he is to Dirty (who has yet to meet him). For as attractive as HWKHH is (I swear when he smiles a ‘ting’ is heard as a bright light flashes from those pearly whites) he is an incredibly good guy.

I texted Beach Chic and told her it was okay if she was going to flake on coming down, as I had began to consume margaritas and didn’t want to drive all the way up to go out with her (a whole 20 minutes). She called me and told me that JB was in town for one night only. He’s only one of the funnest guys ever. I met him during our first Sunday Funday, and fell in love with him. By “fell in love with” I mean only that he’s a super fun guy… (Why am I now picturing Steve Martin in a bad polyester suit?)

Anyway Beach Chic, really wanting me to go out, came all the way down to pick me up promising to return me this morning so I could go to work. What a doll! As I left the restaurant to meet her outside who was sitting in the bar other than HWKHH with gorgeous girls sitting around him... of course. He asked me to join them, needing to leave- and never desiring to be a part of the harem that follows him around- I left. But damn he’s hot.

Getting a cab at Beach Chic’s we picked up JB on the way to the beach bar.

(I suppose I should interject at this time that last night I thought I might see R. R has said a couple of comments about the *uh-hem* girls so I took last nights opportunity to wear the boobiest shirt I have. I have to make sure they don’t fall out of it, but nobody can look away... guys and girls alike.)

Exiting the cab we heard from this car packed with girls, “I totally almost saw your entire boob”. JB, already intoxicated at this point, started to yell names at them. I stopped him, turned around to the girls and said, “Good. That’s the point of this shirt, why do you think I wore it?” And we went inside.

We met some more friends there, grabbed cocktails and had fun. They were having some sort of promotion, so everyone (not me… I’m no lemming) was adhered with “Slut Magnet” stickers. Although I did get one of their T-shirts, I think it will be fun to go running in a T that has “Slut-Magnet” written down the silhouette of a naked girl. Genius.

I thought I would never see R, getting a bit bummed… and also getting a ton of phone numbers… that shirt… I tell you… I began to text R, TM, and my bloggettes… R walked in. He is so cute. We drank. Beach Chic got wasted, we went to the next bar and I decided I was going to just take a cab back to my house. I didn’t want to stay down there. R, being the ever-gentleman, insisted that he drive me home. Yesssssssss

After dropping Beach Chic at home, and helping her through a window (as she had grabbed the wrong keys) R began the drive to my house. We had a great conversation… and I like him to the point where I think we should be friends. Does that sound weird? I just don’t want to ruin potential good-friendships by hooking up. He dropped me off, as always walking around, opening the door, and giving me a hug good-bye.

I got home just after 2… I’m never sleeping again a full night again.