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I've never really been out for New Year's before, I've always just stayed at home and watched the ball drop on tv, which was fine when I was a kid, and when I was all alone, but now I have a boyfriend, and it's time to party. We sort of did last year, but we didn't because while at his boss's party, he had a little too much to drink and he spent the night throwing up in their bathroom and I spent the night taking care of him and cleaning up the vomit.
So this year we decided to go out and live it up. So I headed up to his place Friday and met him at work (a tanning salon) where I got sunless tanning done by him, and his friend sprayed him (on top of his existing tan). (this explains our 'healthy glows in the new pics I posted, be sure to check those out). The spray tanning has to stay on at least 6hrs so it can set into your skin, and since it was like 8pm when we had ours done, we just slept that way. In the morning, we washed up, had a little 'fun', got ready and headed to LA to meet up with my bro (g-spot on myspace) and our friend Jessy. On our way we stopped off at CPK in Pasadena for lunch and then we arrived at m brother's apt and got ready to go out.
We decided that a cab would be best, that way we wouldn't have to worry aboutdrinking and driving (we're such thinkers!). It was still pretty early when we arrived in West Hollywood, so we took that time to actually figure out what we were going to do, sinceall we had actually planned one was 'going out to West Hollywood'. We walked around a bit and decided the old stand by RAGE was the best bet, they had at least decorated for New Year's. So we bought our tickets and headed to the abbey (as it was only like 8 and RAGE wasn't a club as of yet). So we bought some drinks, And I'm not much of a drinker, but I had peach mojito once that I liked, so I figured I'd try something along those lines. I got a pineapple mojito, which was disgusting. So then I got a strawberry martini, also disgusting. I then just an apple martini and even that wasn't tasting right to me, but I had that one anyways.
So we're laughing and drinking and taking innappropriate pictures, cause we're all models you know, and these 3 girls ask my boyfriend to take their picture, and we start talking with Megan, who was super nice. She tells us that her 2 friends used to be straight and are now a raging lesbian couple. as we talk with Megan, we realize her frinds are in the corner basically having sex, and none of us wanted to see it (they weren't ugly, but me no likely the girly parts). So then they come over and it turns out they're both kinda drunk, especially the once who kept using our table (one of those tall ones you just stand at) to keep herself from falling over. Which lead to her knocking over my boyfriend's apple martini, which spilled all down the side of me. All on my ne FCUK jacket that I just got for xmas from my BF and down the side of my se7en jeans, stupid drunk lesbian!!! Neeedless to say, I wasn't her biggest fan. So they stumbled off, we finished our drinks and headed to RAGE. I dumped my coat in the coat check (for which I payed $5 and my bro only $3, unfair? I think so!), and then we began dancing. My BF is a great dancer so it's always fun with him, and my brother and Jessy (our hag for the night) danced with eachother and some randome people throughout the night. I was kinda naughty, my BF was dancing with some hag so I was just kinda dancing by myself and this guy started dancing with me, which had never happend before, so I was like whatever, he wasn't hideous. So we danced and then made out a little, by his initiation, not mine. And of course I felt horrible and told my BF immediately, and he says "it's ok, it's actually kinda hot, like watching porn, starring you". The guy and I danced for awhile more and then I brought my BF into the mix, and apparently the guy had no interest in him and would move to dance with me, whatever. So I wanted to dance with my BF, but not be mean, so I danced facing away from the guy, and finally one of his friend's showed up and they went off togther. Then they did the countdown, and the BF and I made out a bit at the count of zero, and then we all danced till 2. I think in total we danced like 4hrs, quite the workout.
The next day we all felt well enough to go to lunch at Mel's, where I mistankingly ordered the Chicken Pot Pie, which had an orange (as in color, not flavor) crust to it. It was aptly called Oompa Loompa skin, and I was pretty much done with it. After dropping my bro and Jessy back off at their building, we headed back to my BF's house, where I was pretty much immediatley struck with a fever, the chills a headache and body aches upon arrival. I ended up staying at his house an extra two days, luckily, having him to take care of me. He was so sweet, he drew me baths,. brought me medicine, but a cold wash cloth on my forehead and kept it cool. I believe the cold was Karma's way of punishing me for kissing the guy at RAGE, and it is rightly deserved. Fortunately for me, my Bf is the sweetest, most caring, most understanding guy.
Until next time!
5 by 5
song of the Blog:
Models by Girls Aloud.
So this year we decided to go out and live it up. So I headed up to his place Friday and met him at work (a tanning salon) where I got sunless tanning done by him, and his friend sprayed him (on top of his existing tan). (this explains our 'healthy glows in the new pics I posted, be sure to check those out). The spray tanning has to stay on at least 6hrs so it can set into your skin, and since it was like 8pm when we had ours done, we just slept that way. In the morning, we washed up, had a little 'fun', got ready and headed to LA to meet up with my bro (g-spot on myspace) and our friend Jessy. On our way we stopped off at CPK in Pasadena for lunch and then we arrived at m brother's apt and got ready to go out.
We decided that a cab would be best, that way we wouldn't have to worry aboutdrinking and driving (we're such thinkers!). It was still pretty early when we arrived in West Hollywood, so we took that time to actually figure out what we were going to do, sinceall we had actually planned one was 'going out to West Hollywood'. We walked around a bit and decided the old stand by RAGE was the best bet, they had at least decorated for New Year's. So we bought our tickets and headed to the abbey (as it was only like 8 and RAGE wasn't a club as of yet). So we bought some drinks, And I'm not much of a drinker, but I had peach mojito once that I liked, so I figured I'd try something along those lines. I got a pineapple mojito, which was disgusting. So then I got a strawberry martini, also disgusting. I then just an apple martini and even that wasn't tasting right to me, but I had that one anyways.
So we're laughing and drinking and taking innappropriate pictures, cause we're all models you know, and these 3 girls ask my boyfriend to take their picture, and we start talking with Megan, who was super nice. She tells us that her 2 friends used to be straight and are now a raging lesbian couple. as we talk with Megan, we realize her frinds are in the corner basically having sex, and none of us wanted to see it (they weren't ugly, but me no likely the girly parts). So then they come over and it turns out they're both kinda drunk, especially the once who kept using our table (one of those tall ones you just stand at) to keep herself from falling over. Which lead to her knocking over my boyfriend's apple martini, which spilled all down the side of me. All on my ne FCUK jacket that I just got for xmas from my BF and down the side of my se7en jeans, stupid drunk lesbian!!! Neeedless to say, I wasn't her biggest fan. So they stumbled off, we finished our drinks and headed to RAGE. I dumped my coat in the coat check (for which I payed $5 and my bro only $3, unfair? I think so!), and then we began dancing. My BF is a great dancer so it's always fun with him, and my brother and Jessy (our hag for the night) danced with eachother and some randome people throughout the night. I was kinda naughty, my BF was dancing with some hag so I was just kinda dancing by myself and this guy started dancing with me, which had never happend before, so I was like whatever, he wasn't hideous. So we danced and then made out a little, by his initiation, not mine. And of course I felt horrible and told my BF immediately, and he says "it's ok, it's actually kinda hot, like watching porn, starring you". The guy and I danced for awhile more and then I brought my BF into the mix, and apparently the guy had no interest in him and would move to dance with me, whatever. So I wanted to dance with my BF, but not be mean, so I danced facing away from the guy, and finally one of his friend's showed up and they went off togther. Then they did the countdown, and the BF and I made out a bit at the count of zero, and then we all danced till 2. I think in total we danced like 4hrs, quite the workout.
The next day we all felt well enough to go to lunch at Mel's, where I mistankingly ordered the Chicken Pot Pie, which had an orange (as in color, not flavor) crust to it. It was aptly called Oompa Loompa skin, and I was pretty much done with it. After dropping my bro and Jessy back off at their building, we headed back to my BF's house, where I was pretty much immediatley struck with a fever, the chills a headache and body aches upon arrival. I ended up staying at his house an extra two days, luckily, having him to take care of me. He was so sweet, he drew me baths,. brought me medicine, but a cold wash cloth on my forehead and kept it cool. I believe the cold was Karma's way of punishing me for kissing the guy at RAGE, and it is rightly deserved. Fortunately for me, my Bf is the sweetest, most caring, most understanding guy.
Until next time!
5 by 5
song of the Blog:
Models by Girls Aloud.
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