My weened ACTUALLY started off rather quietly. I went to a friends birthday party and needless to say I'm pretty sure I was the youngest there. Which is fine, had we been playing a game based on age, I would of won, but we didn't. Anyway we played card games to drink to. I taught a drinking game to everyone at the party, the birthday boy lost. Probably because I was making up rules to specifically get him drunk. After these intense games finished, Whip My Hair came on thus the hair whipping began. I myself became rather drunk and whipping my hair only made me want to pull my hair back and vomit (I didn't though). After this though I called it a night.
Saturday my Jayhawks played. I think I could have been confused with a sailor or my father because I was cursing like them. We won, but only by the skin of our teeth.
Roadtrip! My best friend lives an hour and ten minutes away. My other best friend, Jonathan, came along for the ride. Luckily he was with me because I ended up getting lost anyway. Apparently detours want to lead you out into the middle of no where, probably so they can take you to some wooded area and kill you. Okay so I doubt that, but we did end up about 25 miles from the turn we were originally supposed to take. Google maps didn't even have it on their map. That lost. So, we turned around and found the interstate and took it instead. An hour and ten minute trip turned into two hours and ten minutes. We saw four deer chillin. When we got their, she had other people over from the college she went to previously. They were pretty cool girls and a few guys. We had an epic photoshoot. My hair was full of static. Not a big deal.
From here we got a little bit intoxicated and Calisa and I ate an entire large cheese pizza by ourselves. I guess you could say we were hungry. We went to a bar, it was a western bar with a live band. Two stepping was inevitable and I made a fool of myself by being completely awful at it. However, I did dance with the lead singer of the band, who was 33 with two children. Don't get me wrong a like an older man, but not 12 years older than me, with children half my age. After the bars Calisa and I went to tacobell and dominated some crunch wrap supremes and double beefy five layer burritos. We did not want to return home with all this in our possession, so we proceeded to eat there so we wouldn't get made fun of. After this, there was more hair whipping until about four in the morning, which was when we left to go to a hotel. Me, Calisa, and Megan drove to this hotel to see the band that was at the bar. Needless to say, it was just the lead singer who had on some tight jeans, but played the guitar so it was alright. The guitarist in the band was there, he had a come over. He looked better in a hat. We had about an hour jam session before we decided it was time to go...to McDonalds. I didn't eat. They were serving breakfast though, sure sign it was time for bed. When we got back to Cali's there was no where to sleep, so I got to sleep in someones lap. We left and met Jonathans aunt and uncle. PS, his aunt is an amazing cook and made authentic mexican food. Heaven in my mouth. We left and I did not get lost. It was a success.
Sunday Funday!
We got home and I passed out at 3:30 until about 6:30. Woke up and got beautiful then did it all again. Except the night consisted of playing wii basketball and Red Hot Chili Peppers. Another successful, chill night for the books.
Martin Luther King Jr. Day. This confuses me, only because Black History Month is next month, so you would think we would celebrate an amazing African American civil rights leader during February. Maybe switch that with Presidents Day? I'm going to cook tonight, but cannot decide what I want to cook. Whatever it is, it's going to be completely amazing just like me!
Until next time folks.
Kat
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