I had a very successful weekend.
I went out.
I had fun.
I was asleep before the sun came up on both Friday AND Saturday.
I made an uber-classy choice to go the 14-year-old-drinking-by-the-train-tracks route of a Gatorade bottle half full of vodka.
But I was at a show. In the parking lot of a taqueria? Can we even call that a show? I mean.....what choices did I really have?
I inexplicably decided to do a full set of reps with a 100lb barbell. Well. Inexplicable is not strictly accurate. I did it cuz Stella wanted me to prove my freakish strength to her and I'm a sucker for peer pressure. I spent all yesterday trying to figure out OMG why am I so very VERY sore? My arms! They hurt!
My phone was either stolen, or found by someone who knew it was mine and didn't give it back to me and used it all weekend. To me that equals stolen, to other people apparently not so much. City of Chico: If you see some DUDE with a hot pink phone? It's mine.
Stella got $30 stolen out of her purse, and our friend James got $300 stolen out of his room, which is why I'm not really that pissed about my phone. Comparitively, it's no big deal.
I met the (extremely adorable) girl version of Gabriel, one Miss Neveah. She's just his size, and she acts just like him, and I think they look alike, although others seem to think the fact that she's a little Mexican girl with brown eyes and long black hair negates that possibility. But they do! They look alike! Look at their cheeks!
Some dude intentionally spilled a beer on my friend Eden, because she didn't want to fuck his brother-in-law. She just about punched him the face.
Stella went out with one pant leg rolled up.
We met a guy who had never heard of L.L. Cool J. And then I realized that I'm getting kinda old. Does anyone else still think he's hot? Because I totally have not gotten over that Jr. High crush of mine.
So. I know my weekend recap's a day late and a dollar short, but how was yours?