Munchies

SO! What's new... the weekend started on thursday, started out with a couple of people drinking at my place, BFF, Sally (male), a friend from school, and a couple of his friends... now one of his friend is an immensly hawt Danny (as in Grease-heart-throb), who I've been long-distance crushing on. And the evening of course ended with our little group of seven dominating the dance-floor, me and Danny doing... the swing. Yes. The swing. With lifts and stuff. And me in a short-short-skirt. Fun-drunk-ness yes.

A-and then Danny-boy decided it was time we walked homewards, took me by the arm, and since I was now deeply in 50's swing and weaker sex - mode, I kinda... followed...

Enter my flat, talking, grabbing the last beers, he starts going "I'm sorry if this is rude... I don't want to be rude... but I think you're beautiful". Now I know this sounds kind of perfect... and it wasn't BAD... but... well... Anyway, on with the kissing, the grabbing, the de-clothing... then Sally and BFF show up, coz they were going to sleep here, 's okay. Continue kissing. I find out I don't really want to have sex with this guy, I'm not feeling it so to speak. I tell him so. And then he starts apologising to me. HE says he's sorry, because I don't want to have sex with him.

When I'm writing he sounds like the perfect guy, but at the time it was actually kind of annoying. And I was pretty drunk, but I think he might have been having problems keeping "sho-bapa sho-bapa'd", "the lightning greased", "the summer loving blasting" or so to speak. Awkward. Anyway, I fell asleep, and he appearently elected not to bugger off as expected. So next morning it was like heeeeeey....

Anyway, worked friday night handing out leaflets to drunken club-goers (yeah, I know, but good money and watching drunk people is fun), and met Danny along with school-friend and second friend. Did a good job high-toeing it out of there.

Now saturday was... special... Queenie had stayed over as she was leaflet-ing with me the night before, we spent the day shopping away our pay, then went to her place for dinner with two of her friends, Steel and Kat (yes, couple, really too cute to be true). We had wine and burgers, and then we decided to make an apperance at a birthday party of one of their friends. I knew no one at this party. But okay, we went, it turned out to be a black and white party, so we went back home so Queenie and Steele could change, got some beer, and went back... Met the cutest policeman with whom I played a mutual chatting-up game for a while.

Then we decided we wanted to get high (not the policeman, policeman is nicely behaved well-adjusted man, I'm sure), and so we drove across town, bought some weed from some kids, had some fun with their weed-weight, went home... and made cookies =) Me, Queenie and Steele that is. Got wasted as fuck, slept and ate all next day, then went to have dinner with my mum... ended up falling asleep in her lap. Have no idea how, but managed to convince them I was hung over. Was high all the way through sunday and most of monday.

Good times.

PS: If you are presently on a diet, do not get high. DO NOT GET HIGH! MUNCHIES dude!! MUNCHIES!!