Celebrated L2's birthday last night. I've been in hibernation from social activities for quite some time now but I felt as though it was my duty to be the DD for this event, it's the least I could do right? I mean, she brought AVH to me so I definitely owed her.
We passed our evening at A's in some city somewhere near where I used to live ("these places look oddly familiar but I just can't seem to orient myself to where we are"). L2 convinced, no, required me to wear my SA scandalous dress sans tanktop underneath. I spent a majority of the evening attempting to stop people from grabbing/staring/commenting about my chest. Hence the reason why I never reveal myself.
It was rather amusing to be surrounded by intoxicated people once again, so oddly familiar to Cape Town that I can't help but reminisce about the Norwegian babe. Probably not quite who I want to be thinking about these days. L2 was thoroughly trashed by midnight and I was documenting it with photographs.
Finally around 2am we departed, L2 feeling crippled from wearing high heels and my eyes feeling sore from all of the cigarette smoke (bleh). Per L2's drunken requests we stopped by McDonald's drive thru so she could munch on post-drunkenness goodies. Oy.
This morning we went out for Saturday morning breakfast-- family style. Complete with orange juice, pancakes, etc etc. (mind you, during this we experienced a mini blizzard, it was quite something!)
Continuing my DD duties we drove back to L2's place where we realized she didn't have a key to get in (because I had driven my car) and her mother had departed for a shopping endeavor. We retreated to the car while she phoned her mother begging her to return home, "I gotta shit and we're locked out!"
I sat somewhat amused in the driver's seat while L2 squirmed in the passenger seat, "shit, I gotta shit!" Doubled over in laughter I mused on the numerous times I was in the wilderness of Botswana, my ass hanging over a hole in the ground. Unfortunately, there were no holes in the ground and no wilderness for miles. I giggled to no avail as L2 finally broke down: "I can't wait any longer, I have to go in that gardening pot." She couldn't be serious. There was no way. In disbelief, with tears streaming down my face, I watched as she pulled her pants down and sat on the pot.
The moral of the story? When you gotta go, you gotta go.
(and, she's gonna kill me for posting this.)
2 comments:
lol.
1st. dude. your boobs. wth.
2nd. its totally like that tv show I Love New York or something where the chick is like trying to date Biggie or some other similarly crappy rapper, only the girls have to wait around on set (this is that reality tv show im told) and the producers or whatever won't let the girls use the bathroom, so the chick just goes down the hallway in the corner. And its not on tv, but all of a sudden, all the girls start to smell something funky.
That was the funniest thing i have ever read.
L2
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