All Kinds of Fun

March 30, 2008

Whew! I had a fantastic weekend with Marie! There’s nothing like a BFF. So many little moments of hilarity. Recap of the weekend…

Friday afternoon was my conference. That went well for the most part except I got screwed out of time because the girl before me wouldn’t shut up. She burned through part of my presentation time. I felt very much like transgressing the boundaries of proper behavior and bitching her out! No really I was just glad it was over, finished or not. With that out of the way it was time for some shopping and dinner.

Our waiter was such a cutie pie. He was dancing while taking our order and I teased, “Marie isn’t he cute? Maybe we should take him out with us later.” Such a brazen hussy I am. He was very attentive the whole time…I wonder why? After dinner he asked if there was anything else he could get us and Marie very boldly says, “How about a lap dance?”

We didn’t follow through on our threat to kidnap the waiter. Instead we headed home to get ready for a night on the town, tank tops and jeans with lil cropped sweaters over. We wanted to be comfortable and ready for anything!

First stop was an Irish pub. We started off with a few shots of Bailey’s. Jonathan and his friends were out back in the beer garden. We joined them and ordered a couple of beers. Marie joked with Jonathan about delivering the ass kicking he deserved. It was all light and fun. We closed down that bar and wandered next door to close down yet another.

While at bar #2 we were approached by a cock-pic-wielding youngster. It was like being flashed by a guy in a trench coat only new millennium style. Here’s how it went…

Marie and I were busting out some dance moves to Donna Summer’s Hot Stuff. Then I flopped myself down behind Jonathan. He was sitting on the edge of his chair with a very inviting space behind him. I snuggled in and wrapped my legs around him while sipping on some electric lemonade. The youngster and his friends were at a table nearby admiring my brazenness. One of them complimented Marie and I on our dance moves a bit earlier. When Jonathan got up to get another drink, we were approached by a different guy this time. He asked if Jonathan was my boyfriend.

Hmm…was what my mind was thinking…how do I answer that? I settled on, “No, not really.”

Marie chimed in with, “She’s my girlfriend.”

The shocked youngster followed with, “Then I can take you both home and fuck you?”

How did we get from there to here? Who said anything about going home with anyone? What happened to introducing yourself before an awkward sexual proposition? I don’t know but his next move was to whip out his cell phone with a picture of his cock he was sure we wanted to see. Marie and I laughed.

I asked, “How old are you?”

“Old enough.”

“No, really, how old are you?”

“26″

“Aww,” I said as I patted him on the shoulder like a puppy and gave him a sweet lil peck on the cheek. It was like a kiss you’d get from your grandmother. I don’t think that was the kind he was after but that was all he was going to get.

We ended the night by driving Jonathan home. We came in for a bit and all ended up falling asleep watching a Grateful Dead concert DVD. Marie woke me up after about an hour. She was cold and uncomfortable so we got up and drove home. It was about 6am.

The next day left us tired, hungover and dragging ass. All we accomplished was going to breakfast…at 1:00pm…and shopping for make-up. The guys at Sephora were wearing more make-up than I think I have ever worn. I came in wearing none, knowing I’d be applying it in the store. Marie didn’t take long finding a few cute gay boys to chat with and help her pick out good stuff. She had them convinced we were a lesbian couple. After talking ourselves out of spending a fortune on eyeliners and lip tint, we heading down the mall to check out shoes, get a smoothie and finally decide we were too tired to shop anymore. The rest of the night we spend watching re-runs of Samantha Who? on the internet and reading celeb gossip mags.

We had a fabulously fun girly weekend! I needed that like I need a hot bath on a cold day.

Thanks Marie and you better get your ass back here soon!!!! This time you better bring some Mayan Chocolate!

Just me…Marissa

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