Margarita Night!

Saturday night was the last official part night before classes resume again on monday, so, to mark the auspicious occassion, two friends and I decided to go out for some margaritas and "live it up". The plan was to escape around 9 and head to the bar but at 8 I recieved a phone call from Suavier saying "Im on my way home now and I would love nothing more than to see you!" So, being the sucker for hot italian men that I am, I asked the girl driving,who shall forth with be known as Tilly, if she would mind making a detour to the city for about an hour so I could see Suavier. Being the great friend that she is, she agreed so after getting lost for about 20 minutes we finally made it to the city and they dropped me off @ Suavier's house and they went to this tiny bar called "the cadillac" a few streets over. Fun adult times ensued with Suavier and soon the hour was over and if finished with him serendaing me on his acoustic guitar. (The man has an amazing voice!) Needless to say my heart was aflutter with girly butterflies and kissing him goodbye to meet my friends at the cadillac was bittersweet. He later sent me a text message saying "Youre such an amazing girl." Im not reall ysure what to read into that - was it a "hey thanks for the fuck" or was it "wow i really like you and am thinking about dating you." Of course being that I posess ovaries, I am probably reading too much into it!

We girls finally get back to Suburbia and head to the local 'hangout' bar/club - Im dressed in a hot little red number, its backless, and only enough fabric in the fron to drap around the back of the neck and cover about 50% of your breasts. Once there we slam back a few Margs and some guy in a red shirt catches my eye. Low and behold it is Georgio . I met him last summer at a bank and we exchanged numbers, he called me a few times and emailed me but I didnt reciprocate any of these communications so we lost touch. To prevent an increasingly awkward situation I went up to him and we did the usual "oh hey how are you!" bit, and everything was fine until he got completely sloshed and asked to dance with me. Trying not to be rude I agreed. It was a strange hispanic kinda song and he began shaking his ass like a Mexican hooker and proceeded to try and lick my nipples on the dance floor whilst holding his beer(s!). The guy is about 6"3 and I am 5"6 at the most...it must have been an interesting sight. After his drunked stupour no longer permitted him to stand erect he left the dancefloor and a 60 year old man came to take his place. Although I am ashamed to admit it, I really liked dancing with the old guy - he was adorable and not at creepy in a "grandpa wants to touch me in my special spot" way.

As if being mauled by an enibriated jackass, and an amourous geriatric wasnt enough, the crowd parted and I spotted one of my ex-boyfriends, Fred , not only was he there making my night that much more awkward, one of the girls I came with, Slutty McSlutSlut was practicly humping him. For a few brief moments I was apalled at the sight until this girl from highschool that used to hang out with Fred walked over to Slutty and instructed her to move her clap coated hands from Fred or she would "beat [her] like a red-headed step child." ( Ahh the suburbs, all the colourful sophistication of Trailer Park America!)
The night ended on a flat note - litterally - as we all got up and sang "cruising" at the karaoke mike and I left for Tilly's car walking in my bare feet (my shoe choice of spiked heels not so smart) singing "play that funky music white boy".