this most recent installment of "watch mengtar make a drunken ass out of herself..." is also our hero-feature. thanks, homeboy, for all your hard work and what may have been telepathy and/or wizard-work.



((thank you))

so last night was the crashsight show at andys. fucking. rocked. i'm going to punch myself in the face eight times for every day i still don't have a camera to display the awesome show/rockstar night i had... sort of.

also, i wore a dress and was basically the most adorable thing of the night.



highlights of things at the show:

no cover charge because the door guy recognized that my dress and i were too fabulous to pay.

some guy that looked like kenny g in a nirvana grunge phase ((baggy flannel and no hair gel)) tried picking me up with the line "hey, baby, i love your curves." umm... as a girl, i will immediately translate that into, "that dress looks nice on fatties." however, i already knew i looked like a precious flower, so i didn't really care. sorry, time traveling kenny g. see you in fifteen years when you play the saxaphone and do circular breathing. puke.



ended up running into metaljx whom i hadn't seen in quite some time. v exciting. i lost at pool while we drank to a rage and decided to put what may have been 8 people in a car and drive to his house for absynthe.

however, there were only two other people when we arrived at the house. so the rest of them disappeared or were thrown out on the way. wonderful.

moving on.

somewhere between andys and his house i also landed inside boiler room by myself talking to some guy in a sweater i wouldn't even use for a car seat and ran into my bff. also, she invited me bowling the night before. also, i almost went.

oh yeah, did i mention i was waay pretty? i think she may have said something about that, but so did everyone else.



so i sat in the garage in my cute dress just being awesome and handing out all the good zingers, and i think i was petting a dog or a cat, but i don't really remember any animals being around... i may have been touching myself.

when it came down to bedtime, i crashed on this other dudes bed with him for what probably didn't amount to more than 5 minutes ((nothing happened, pervs)) and got it into my head that i needed to go home.



my car is at wells fargo.

i didn't drive to metaljx's house.

i don't even know where metaljx's house is.



but i didn't realize that at the time. i stepped outside ((luckily, i remembered all of my things)) and started walking. i may or may not have already been texting homeboy for a ride. also, it is about 4am.



also, i think i was still pretty elated-drunk at this point. ((not angry-drunk or emotional drunk... yet)) probably because i was too fucking cute for negative emotions.

yes, sir. to the weird stranger up the block, i probably looked a lot like jonbenet ramsey.

eventually i found myself a good perching spot to sit and wait for homeboy... but i think he appeared in about three minutes with only an intersection and faith in my abilities to "stay put" to guide him. i'm still not sure where i was.

also, i almost forgot because i was busy being bitter. there was this...