29 posts tagged “alexis”
Thursday I went out with Blaire and her ride has these hot pink lights in them. Tigggghttt... We went to Lola's and I got shithoused off of two martinis. Then we called Matt to come hang out cause he was in the area and so we went to his place and played Connect 4 after what as some sort of a bar fight at the Village Idiot.
I called Joe when Alexis and I crapped out on the book signing/Bjork thing because it was a clusterfuck. He met up with us at Birds after we grabbed a quick meal at Swingers with Mel.
Then I called down some other folks and had a little party that basically involved me getting totally hammered, but in a really awesome way.
Here's a video Alexis took of me wandering around my friend's living room, dancing to Beyonce and generally being completely embarrassing:
As far as I am concerned, this is the photo of the night. I like to call this the "triangle of judgment." Well, it's not really a triangle. Mel and Busch appear to be judging Alexis and Alexis seems to be judging them back for judging her. It's really complex. I captured a moment here, you guys. This is a moment. Like that song "Hanging by a Moment" by Lifehouse, but not really.
This is my second favorite picture of the night. I guess Beverly and I have different ideas about how to work the camera. To be fair, her way is more convincing.
I have to get to bed, it's really late... but this weekend was really fun. I didn't get enough Ed, but everything else was pretty on point.
Oh and speaking of on point, look how freakin' long my arms are, you guys. I don't think it's ever occurred to me that I look like Stretch Armstrong, but I'm pretty sure "really fucking long arms" is something I can add to my acting resume under "special talents"
I slept yesterday from 9 AM to 1:30 PM and then proceeded to forget to eat all day. I knew that I was going to drink because I had barely drank all week, my friend passed the bar yesterday and another friend was having a birthday party, so I had to figure out what I needed to do to not be puketown wasted when I woke up this morning.
We got a bottle of tequila.
Now, I know this sounds crazy, because tequila can be both mean and entirely inappropriate, but I recently received a email from a reader who said that if I switched from beer and wine to vodka or tequila that I would deal with less painful results the next day. I trusted her, she seemed to know what she was talking about.
So I picked up a bottle of Don Julio and we went over to Ed's house to start drinking before we headed to the parties. Ed and the boys were running late from the first bar they were at, so Alexis and I decided to get started on Ed's steps so we could catch up.
For some reason we couldn't figure out how to open up the bottle, so we hacked in to it using car keys and proceeded to chase it with half a bottle of warm coke I had. That's sad and honest.
Right now I'm just coolin' in preparation for the sweat I will work up tonight with Hyde and possibly Mel.
Alexis and I have a running joke about the kind of girls that leave up Facebook status messages like “Melissa is just trying to breathe.” We now leave each other reminders to breathe all the time.
I wrapped the riddle in an enigma when I threw on the additional IJ
(inside joke) about girls who leave each other Facebook messages
constantly, seemingly to remind people that they are friends with each
other.
REALLY REALLY REALLY GOOD FRIENDS, YOU GUYS.
(PLEASE BELIEVE THAT WE’RE FRIENDS.)
Justin Timberlake is actually surprise girl boner material for me because normally I don't buy in to the whole "fly and sexy" thing with men. I am too awkward, in my personal opinion, to be attracted to man like say... Usher. Molls and Usher Raymond? Never gonna happen. Also Molls and Robin Thicke. Both of those guys are married. I'm trying to think of someone else who's just like, "sexy" and "totally crushable" or whatever but that I can't get behind because they are too slick or whatever... Like, if it were the 90s, I couldn't date pretty much any dude that was a part of a popular musical act like All 4 One or Color Me Badd. I can't kick it with that kind of dude. But I do love Justin. And this is on my long list of favorite songs to sing in the shower:
I'm still not gonna go buy his jeans, I guess was my point. Sorry. I fade in and out.