So there is this tortilla delivery service in town that a lot of people like. This Mexican guy makes his own tortillas, and delivers them to your house for a small price. This is almost always a cause for a party, because you have to eat them fresh and what are you going to do with 100 tortillas? Well tonight my friend Marcus and his girlfriend Katy ordered some, so they had some people over. It was a nice evening with good food and capis (I can't spell capparinha...) and it was a nice bike ride home.
(I admit, I posted almost the exact same thing in my livejournal....sorry if you read both!)
I haven't heard from Felix yet....
(yes I'm giving them names now. I'm not Belle de Jour...)
Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
"Du siehst aber schick aus"
That's what a guy said to me on my way home. It means "You look very chic." Thanks, I think.
Being 'hit-on' count just on my way home (not counting on the way there or on the way to my date): 4
Drink count: 1 glass white wine (on disasterous date), 1 glass red wine (cianti, at dinner), 1 cosmopolitan, 2 watered-down grapefruity shots (all at bar), beer (on my way home)
Still not drunk. I think water was added to everything I drank all night because I am a cheap drunk.
Being 'hit-on' count just on my way home (not counting on the way there or on the way to my date): 4
Drink count: 1 glass white wine (on disasterous date), 1 glass red wine (cianti, at dinner), 1 cosmopolitan, 2 watered-down grapefruity shots (all at bar), beer (on my way home)
Still not drunk. I think water was added to everything I drank all night because I am a cheap drunk.
Labels:
chic,
cosmopolitan,
date,
dating,
dinner,
drinking,
friendship,
party
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Night #1
Night #1: I go out with my best friend Jen (aka Jenavieve, a nickname I created) to Hugos to go dancing. I felt hot and confident, and I could have sworn that Jen and I were the hottest girls there. We had a cocktail and then we made our way to the dance floor and I spotted a guy I liked the look of and gave him the eye. Of course he introduced himself and we talked and danced for a while. His group even bought us drinks......
....BUT....
.....THEY DITCHED US!
What the hell? I don't even get it, and I wasn't even out to get laid, only have a little fun.
I guess I can find consolance in the fact that I am dating a much hotter, more successful guy back home that isn't a firefighter, and makes more money. I'm just on holidays, and it was just an innocent flirtation night that went nowhere, unless you count making out with Jen for kicks as 'getting somewhere'
PS What would you rather be for a day? A member of the opposite sex? or an eagle?
....BUT....
.....THEY DITCHED US!
What the hell? I don't even get it, and I wasn't even out to get laid, only have a little fun.
I guess I can find consolance in the fact that I am dating a much hotter, more successful guy back home that isn't a firefighter, and makes more money. I'm just on holidays, and it was just an innocent flirtation night that went nowhere, unless you count making out with Jen for kicks as 'getting somewhere'
PS What would you rather be for a day? A member of the opposite sex? or an eagle?
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