My Mumbling Thoughts

Okay, so yes I've been a neglecting blogger recently but that's only so I could go out this weekend and have a fabulous time and then record my good times up here.

Really.

Anyway, I did have a good time this weekend. It came complete with a new haircut, celebrating Mendy's birthday and dancing with the gays at Nation, smoking hookah, eating a Five Guys hamburger, hanging out with Lauren, lounging by the pool for hours while sipping on Arbor Mist, and then finally crashing at home for twelve glorious hours. Yeah, we had fun. Sure, I'm a tiny bit sore from dancing for four hours straight, but it was definitely worth it.

Saturday started out with me getting my hair cut and colored. I was excited because I'd be able to take my new, fresh salon hair out on the town and I've never been able to do that. Normally I get my hair done and then I go home to sleep so being able to properly show off my new 'do was a good thing.

After my hair was styled and looking fabulous, I drove home, gathered up a couple of things for Mendy's house and then cruised on over to her house where we ate Subway for dinner and chilled while her and Lisa finished getting ready to go out. That's always one of my favorite things about going out with friends; getting ready beforehand. It's just girls being girls, doing their make-up and hair, changing clothes every five minutes and talking shit about nothing. Good times.

Once everyone was ready and smelling good, we drove to Brian's house, picked him up and then drove into DC. The line to get in wasn't horrible and within a couple of minutes we were all inside among so many different characters it'd be impossible to name them all. The bathrooms, I soon learned, was the place to be. Most of the drama went on in there and that's where you could talk to others without trying to shout over the music. I also loved the fact that nobody really cared whether they were in the men's bathroom or the women's bathroom. The only thing that mattered was if there was a free stall. The stall I picked, however, didn't have any toilet paper and if Mendy hadn't been in the stall next to me to share, I would have had to do the unthinkable and drip dry which I'm sure every woman fears.

So the night at Nations by numbers would be as followed...

5 drinks that were spilled down my back
10 minutes it took to get a water and red bull from the bar
1 giant disco ball
2 times a gay cowboy got the shit smacked out of him
60 times I tried peeling my feet off of the floor
2 drag queens that I saw
3 million half naked, sweaty gay men that Mendy and I danced with for about an hour until it got so depressing we had to force ourselves off of the dance floor

Such a good time. I must do it again.

After we were all danced out, we made a pit stop at McDonald's (holy crap I was starving), dropped Lisa and Brian off at home, and then Mendy and I drove on over to Oasis where we smoked hookah and I tried my best to not fall asleep. I came to the conclusion that I am officially old and I need to whip my ass back into shape if I'm going to be going to college soon. My fellow freshman class will laugh me out of the country if I punk out around 3am again. It is shameful. I can say though that we didn't get home until about 5am (aw, I saw the sun start to rise) and woke up exactly at 8:38am. That's only three and a half hours and I was back up and functioning! Go me!

Once I left Mendy's house, I grabbed a bagel at my favorite bagel place ever, drove home, showered, drove over to Lauren's hotel and then had a Five Guys hamburger (holy crap I was starving again) while we exchanged our Saturday night stories. She had also gone into downtown DC with one of our co-workers and his friend. We were both recovering and instead of going to the movies (where I was sure I was going to fall asleep), we went back to her hotel where we hung out next to the pool and drank our Arbor Mist from plastic Solo cups.

Ah, yes we were relaxing (not sitting) on top of the world.

It was nice just laying about and having one of those really good conversations with one of your friends that would never be the same if was planned or forced. It felt like we had talked about every single subject on the planet and walked away with a better understanding of life. Yeah, one of those conversations.

Eventually our day had to come to a close and I drove back home where I finally got to lay down, fall asleep, and then wake up the next morning feeling refreshed...and two hours late. Nobody cares about that though.