Monday, September 28, 2009

Get Fucked

The above is the #1 most used phrase of the weekend. I don't think I've ever said it out loud, but I heard it mucho much from Friday to this morning.

We were in Vegas for my friend Jen's bachelorette party. "We" being my roommates and my Aussie friend. Jen had something like 10 ladies there from all of the different times in her life. Her sister hosted the weekend's events and we toasted and drank and toasted and drank...

I met Jen in high school. We were sophomores and she was already hanging out with all the college kids from the town just next to ours. We hit it off instantly and one of my first memories with her was being at a keg party and being driven home by one of her friends. Jen and I both ended up hanging our heads out the window to puke on the ride home. Gross.

Just a couple of years ago, Jen and I were on a pub crawl together. We were walking back to her place from the last bar we could reasonably stay awake at and she fell down in an alley. There was a garage full of guys watching football that opened to the alley and they all saw this happen. She was super worried about them all seeing her fall down, so she pulled me down on top of her when I went to help her up.

As I was screaming and giggling and trying to get up, she explained to me that she wanted them to think we were just rolling on the ground, making out. That she was totally down there on purpose. Oh... Jen.

So I guess we're used to being trashed wasted drunky tanked around each other. Which is why she handled me falling off a table at the dance club on Saturday night like it was no big deal. I mean, I didn't just fall one time at the club either. It was just once off a table. The next night, she wouldn't allow me to even say I fell. She insists she caught me every time. That I couldn't possibly have fallen with her there to catch me.

She's such a fun friend. I love the ones who are just going to be in my life forever and understand what I need to hear in order to feel okay about acting like a total jackass.


TC said...

Was there making out on the street this trip as well?

Del-V said...

Who "pretends" to be making out when they are fall-down drunk in an alley? That's making out in my book. It's a pretty hot story, except for the alley part. In my town that's where the homeless people pee.

Rassles said...

That is in so many ways the complete opposite of my friends...because for us, when someone falls, we help them up and ridicule them about it for about a month.

And if I fell in front of a garage full of boys, I would probably struggle up and yell something along the lines of, "Way to be chivalrous, you fucking dicks" and then they would talk shit about that one time a drunken bitch fell in their ally and how hilarious it was. Why? Because most people are assholes.

Tee aka The Diva's Thoughts said...

Ok, Jen is a keeper! We all need friends like that....seriously.

Scotty said...

'She insists she caught me every time.' - ha!

Slyde said...

being able to be a complete jackass in front of someone, and be ok with it, in my mind is the very definition of a good friend..

The Ambiguous Blob said...

TC, I didn't make out at all on this trip. But Jen did motorboat me at the dinner table when she was trying to make me let her eat fajitas off my boobs.

DelV, I'm not sure they let homeless people into the alleys of Redondo Beach. I could be wrong...

Rassles, Most people are not assholes. They're just trying to get along in life and it's fun to laugh at the misfortune of others.

Tee, Yes- she most certainly is a keeper.

Scotty, She wouldn't accept any alternate stories.

Slyde, I agree.

Scotty said...

But Jen did motorboat me at the dinner table when she was trying to make me let her eat fajitas off my boobs

Please post pics.