I Bet That You Look Good On The Dance Floor

Yea, so Sean is quite a dancer when he's got a good pitcher plus random stuff under his belt XD
And I am ever so slightly intoxicated. I'm not sure how that happened....somewhere between the Captain Morgan's Rum and Cokes and the B-52s and the Smirnoff Ice's and Blacks and the Scotch on the Rocks and the glass of beer and who knows what else, I found myself with a slight lightness to my step. Fatso's is much more fun after closing when everyone starts drinking some and playing music and dancing around.....we played two Spice Girl songs and danced and sang our hearts out. And Sean and I danced and ran around being retarded stumbling and giggling and putting ice down each others shirts and/or pants and feeding each other Ken's hotdogs XD and going to the bathroom a lot and yea. It's a shame that Yany and Shuen didn't come with us. I'm not really much drunk or anything at all, and I wasn't very drunk to begin with. Just enough to loosen up. I could still walk a straight line and all that jazz. And apparently I can still type properly...well...there have been typos, but I've noticed them and been able to correct them lol. Now I'm just sleepy. We were gonna go with everyone from Fatso's to Village Inn for pancakes or who knows what, but Sean was worried that Frank would be super pissed so he said no. But then I had convinced him and he's like ok, fine. But then like 10 minutes later he had changed his mind again. What a shame. But maybe another time. Best time at Fatso's yet. And Sean and I concluded that we should all go to Las Vegas and get married to each other in one of those crazy cult mass marriages, and then I'd find a job as a Dominatrix having old white men who have too much power and money in real life pay $600+ to lick my boots. Because I'd make an awesome Dominatrix according to my father and Sean and Ken and I'm sure some other people too lol. I must say, I must agree to an extent. I wonder if I'll regret this post when I wake up. Sean was all, screw this, I'm calling in and you shoudl call in and we should hang out again and just like lay around somewhere. And I'm really really tempted. Hmm. I'll set my alarm for like 10 am to see how I feel about the issue, and call Sean and see what he says, and then I'll either call in, or go back to sleep and go to work at 6. And I'm really sleepy....my eyes burn now, so I'm gonna go curl up in bed, alone, because Michael is hundreds of miles away :( Distance sucks. For Serious.

Oh, btw, we saw Beerfest tonight, and it was awesome. It of course made going to Fatso's a necessity to begin with.

And a random snippet of a conversation while at Fatso's tonight:

Me: I gotta go pee, but I don't wanna
Sean: Go pee you drunk slut
Me: I'm not drunk! (I really wasn't yet)
Sean: Wait what? Yeessss hahaha that is AWESOME XD
Me: XP Pssshh...Whatever...! *goes to the bathroom*



...yea...I bet that actually was more funny if you were there. But yea. I'm only a slut for my Michael though XD <3

Hahaha...oh man...you shoulda seen the "birthday present" we got Sean....Yany and Shuen and I...XD it's sooo hilarious...and wrong....and raunchy...and.....evil. Yes. But also useful..*cough* But I bet some people who read this don't really want to know, so I won't say. If you really wanna know, you can ask me yourself. Be warned, it's probably considered R content, if not NC-17 or more =o

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Oh yea. Bed.

Good night