It was a semi eventful weekend. It started on Thursday this week, with a night at Dimples in Burbank for my high school friend's birthday. It's a karaoke bar which isn't really my fancy because, although I am Filipino, I don't have the balls to sing for an audience. Even with liquor in me. But just FYI, I am highly upset that I don't own my own karaoke machine, you know for private use.
Friday started off with a HUMUNGO strawberry margarita, including four patron silver shots. Can anyone say YUM? Of course, the girls and I each had one of our own. Since we started early, we were going to end pretty early. Luckily, team Ger-Mal (Gerald and Jamaal) came through, and with very little convincing, had T and I extend the night for some Kress time. I wasn't in much of a drinking or dancing mood, so I spent my time at the club sitting and people watching (my ultimate favorite pass time). It was a very good people watching night, I saw a pretty much naked go-go dancer wearing only panties and pasties, two drunk girls being carried out, and a guy in the VIP next to us trip on a step and slam his face into the table. I love drunk watching.
Saturday I got to see my BEAUTIFUL niece. She is the prettiest baby I have ever seen, so pretty in fact that I am scared to have kids of my own because I WILL know if he or she is not cute enough. To finish off the night, a small group of friends and I headed to Happy Endings to... , well to have a happy ending DUH. Unfortunately, the night there began with me finding my bestie there after she had completely bailed on me that night. Ouch right? Whateves I'm very used to it by now. It only bugged me because she ditched me to take her Italian family out, and invited a WHOLE other group of friends to go and introduce them to, but completely failed to invite her best friends in that circle. Luckily for me, I have chosen to completely ignore it. That way it won't hurt my feelings. Instead, I'll just face the facts, we are no longer important since her boyfriend has arrived. The only good thing that came out of that night is that some drunk guy stepped on my toe, and proceeded to lift my leg up and kiss the toe part of my boot repeatedly.
Sunday of course, was family day. I was with mom all day looking for a costume for dad's 1920's party. Let me just say, I am not a ho, but DAMN, this dress is mighty small and mighty revealing. It's a work party so I'm definitely going to have to make some adjustments.
Overall, eventful and satisfying.
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