When we woke up the next morning (4th of July Eve), we were nice and hungover.
But that didn’t stop us from our original plans—hitting up the beach. so we put on our swimsuits and headed that way. Parking seemed to be an issue, so we ended up on the other side of the beach, but we found a little restaurant, and as long as they have Bloodys, it’s all good. They even had little palm trees and Jamaican aluminum bongo music. I felt like I was in the tropics. Ahhh vacation.
Well they didn’t have bloodys. Or any alcohol. Why? Because the bartender was late to work. And HE is the only one who can make a drink, pour it, whatever. I asked about our server pouring us a draft beer. I know he can do it, because to bring us that beer he has to have a liquor license… that means he can effing pour it too. He said no he couldn’t, because they’re on the beach there’s weird laws. Lies.
Thank the high heavens he showed up to work shortly, because I was cranky. When Lucky got her bloody she was able to precisely pin point the kind of Bloody mix they were using, it was not her fave.
As we waited, I was watching this lady across the restaurant who was eating an egg white omelet with fruit with a fork and knife. It was really pissing me off. Only after it took her 35 minutes to take the first bite.
Anyway, after lunch, we wanted to catch a baseball game. So we got ready, and start trying to get a cab. Which doesn’t work until after we’d walked a good 15 blocks.
Once we get to the game, we find that it’s sold out and it’s already the 4th inning, so there are no scalpers.
Effin sweet! It seemed like nothing was going our way that day. Now that I look back, I should have insisted that we have a drink in one of the bars around the sadium, during the game the bars are almost just as fun as actually being there. But we were pissed. I had heard about a block party going on, so we got back in the cab and headed that way. I prayed this would work out and at least we’d get a few beers.
And it was a success—the place was packed, but there was tons of food, beer, music, and free prizes—including Disney temporary tats that were freakin’ cool. Not to mention we made a few friends and got a free cheese burger – which was… DA BOMB. Hello 2002.
So we stay at this place until 6 or so, and we head toward the train station to catch a ride back. However, we find a cool little bar near the station and decide to continue our beer buzz with a round of brews and shots. I would say everyone has probably been to or seen the bar we stopped at. Does The Tilted Kilt ring a bell to anyone? Sometimes you can get lucky and you won’t have to look at a bunch of flubby nasty girls. I mean neither Lucky or myself are into girls but if they’re going to be prancing around in their bra and underwear they can at least not make us want to hurl. Anyway, this place had nasty fat tatted up girls. Ugh. So when we’re downtown near the financial district you can imagine that most of the guys aren’t looking for fat hedge hogs so idk what the deal was.
After that, we manage to get our drunk selves a seat on the train.
We get home, the guys are there, making all kinds of food on the grill, (supposively Anth made us hot dogs and we ate them??) but we then decide it’s absolutely necessary to put on the Disney tats, tramp-stamp style. So I put Gizzy’s on for her (all of the main Disney characters, holding hands) and she put mine on (pirates!).
Here’s mine: Best tat EVER!
We then joined the guys on the roof for some drinking games, a roast to the bachelor, and some AMAZING fireworks from a random person in the alley!
The fireworks were complete with floating lanterns JUST LIKE in Tangled. I think I kept saying that every time they let another one go. I don’t know how I have friends over the age of 6, I don’t know.
We mosied back down to the kitchen because I was craving some Cherry Garcia. At this moment the bachelor and an old flame of mine who was in attendance, who is ALSO engaged wander into the room. Some how it gets brought up that I didn’t get invited to either of their weddings, Lucky makes them feel like shit about it and tells them their wives must be insecure and they say because it’s because I’m attractive and it would make the bride feel bad or some bullshit. I don’t know, it’s whatever. That’s an argument/story for another day.
When this convo begins to fizzle another one of the guys from the party joins us. A guy who Lucky and I had already written off because he was a big douche. His name was Bill, he was the quarterback at our college, and he didn’t shower or change his clothes all weekend and Lucky and I told him he smelled. He rebuttled by asking us to come out with them to which one of us made a snide remark saying we wouldn’t be caught dead near him and he basically called us ugly fat whores by saying, “Anyone who knows me would know as soon as they saw you two that you guys are NOT my type.” Oh really? Well thin, cute, and funny must not be your type then, ass.
Later, more of the guys said they wanted to go out and we should join them. After a few minutes of persuasion, we bolt to Gizzy’s room, change clothes, and what? The guys are gone.
Lucky, remember when I called Anth and he didn’t answer? He later told me that he was still at the apartment in his room changing. Apparently he was left too and never went out. I think it’s a good thing we didn’t go out with the 4 guys that actually went out. Yikes.
Oh well, we walk down the street to a bar. There were all of five people inside, but the second we sit down, this chick comes up and introduces herself—meet Miranda. She has a boyfriend, but also a single guy in tow…yeah, he was kind of a loser. I got her number, we were supposed to be friends because I have none and she was going to introduce me to all her single male friends, still hasn’t happened. I don’t even think I could recognize her the beer goggles were so thick.
Anyway, she used her boyfriend’s credit card to buy us a round of shots, and Gizzy and I damn near slept on the bar. It was then we realized we’d been walking around (and drinking) since we woke up that morning. Miranda definitely thought we were lame, especially when we turned down her offer to late night when the bartender called last call. I was tempted, because I think they said something about playing board games. And I love board games, but in the adult world board games probably means snort crack so it’s probably good we didn’t go.
So, we walk back to Gizzy’s…
TO BE CONTINUED…