I love getting branded as much as the next girl... but I've scrubbed at this thing three times today and it still doesn't get off.
Next time they should just put their stamp on a hot iron and brand the club people, cattle-style.
Last night was entertaining.
I was lucky and the party was moved out to the entire balcony. The rowdy latinos at the place ended up being... well, us.
My job was to mean-mug all the smokers who would get too close to us.
Really, people, it's 2011... we all know what smoking does to the smokER and the people around him/her... not to mention it ends up costing you a pretty penny. WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING IT, LOSERS?! And yes, I will FIGHT you physically over this.
I was also the girl who was nice to one of the two boys in our party.
Poor kid was so quiet and would try to make conversation, and it would crush my heart to see all the other girls ignore him. I couldn't be a mean girl and ignore him like the rest (I immediately think of my brother when I see girls ignoring a guy. It breaks my heart and I have to speak up, even if I have ZERO interest in him physically).
I'm a sucker like that. Well, not that being nice should be considered being a sucker. I just hate seeing others feeling ignored and neglected. It makes me frown and feel guilty the rest of the day. So I converse with the quiet kid at parties.
By the end of the night, I pretty much had this kid adopted ("kid" because he's 22). It helped that I remembered playing with him when I was about ten, back in Hometown. Once we bonded over that, he followed me around like a lost puppy, and all I wanted to do was... pick him up and hug him (because he was also up to my shoulder... and I couldn't help but think "Awww! You're SO ADORABLE! Come here, little guy! I'll help you!").
By the time I wanted to leave the club, I made sure he had made a connection with a girl closer to his age and height. I felt like a proud mother.
Go get her, tiger!
Anyway, this good deed of mine had me feeling like a champ all day... until I went off with Mom, D, and my aunt to go visit the "Euro Boys" mom. She had surgery, so we rushed over to show her our support.
WELL... the visit got awkward. Why? Because for FORTY MINUTES the topic of conversation was MY SINGLE-HOOD.
That's always a fun topic to delve into... apparently very popular, too.
I used to think only celebrities put up with this garbage.
Ha!
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| Must I really bleach this out of my skin, Chateau? And then a nautical star... everyone know how I feel about nautical stars. |
Last night was entertaining.
I was lucky and the party was moved out to the entire balcony. The rowdy latinos at the place ended up being... well, us.
My job was to mean-mug all the smokers who would get too close to us.
Really, people, it's 2011... we all know what smoking does to the smokER and the people around him/her... not to mention it ends up costing you a pretty penny. WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING IT, LOSERS?! And yes, I will FIGHT you physically over this.
I was also the girl who was nice to one of the two boys in our party.
Poor kid was so quiet and would try to make conversation, and it would crush my heart to see all the other girls ignore him. I couldn't be a mean girl and ignore him like the rest (I immediately think of my brother when I see girls ignoring a guy. It breaks my heart and I have to speak up, even if I have ZERO interest in him physically).
I'm a sucker like that. Well, not that being nice should be considered being a sucker. I just hate seeing others feeling ignored and neglected. It makes me frown and feel guilty the rest of the day. So I converse with the quiet kid at parties.
By the end of the night, I pretty much had this kid adopted ("kid" because he's 22). It helped that I remembered playing with him when I was about ten, back in Hometown. Once we bonded over that, he followed me around like a lost puppy, and all I wanted to do was... pick him up and hug him (because he was also up to my shoulder... and I couldn't help but think "Awww! You're SO ADORABLE! Come here, little guy! I'll help you!").
By the time I wanted to leave the club, I made sure he had made a connection with a girl closer to his age and height. I felt like a proud mother.
Go get her, tiger!
Anyway, this good deed of mine had me feeling like a champ all day... until I went off with Mom, D, and my aunt to go visit the "Euro Boys" mom. She had surgery, so we rushed over to show her our support.
WELL... the visit got awkward. Why? Because for FORTY MINUTES the topic of conversation was MY SINGLE-HOOD.
That's always a fun topic to delve into... apparently very popular, too.
I used to think only celebrities put up with this garbage.
Ha!
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