*self-combusts*
May. 27th, 2005 10:32 amFor some reason going out late and drinking leaves me wired and I have a hard time sleeping. Although I'm not tired today, I've only had maybe three hours of sleep, and none of it very deep I don't think. I kept going over the night's fun in my head... There was a wet t-shirt contest at the bar I went to, and the only way to enjoy that, to really enjoy that, is to participate.
Er.
*blushes and hides grin*
And of course the other two girls from my hall didn't join in, just egged me on to do it. And I figured, what the hell? $50 bar tab at the very least, right? So I signed up. I told everyone else I knew that I was going to be in it. I missed catching up with Peter before I had to disappear and do all the fun dressy-uppy stuff before going out on stage.
First they brought us out at about quarter after eleven or so, not dressed up yet, just to let the crowd get a gaz at what was coming. Then again, at about midnight-ish I guess--I wasn't paying attention--they paraded us out again only this time we were in the white t-shirts, which had not been altered yet. We had some 20-30 minutes to get our tops and such altered to our desire, and do whatever else we wanted to pretty up.
When we were in the office thingy that served as the changing room we had free drinks brought to us and that was great. Not to mention all the half-drunk sapphic perving and the like from some of the girls. It was all good. I donated my hair tie in there somewhere to some girl after I'd taken Peter's texted suggestion earlier that I wear my hair down because it was sexier. And finally some time after midnight we were brought for the actual wetting of the t-shirts. (Oh yes, my top had been cropped and cut down the centre then tied together, and the mere act of lifting my arms served to flash people; we were all braless by this point.) Well I must have done something right, at any rate. Of the twelve of us, four got cut, and I wasn't one of them.
Two weeks from now I'll be back there for the final stuff, and have my chance at winning $200, $300, or (I wish!) $1000. But we all of us got a $50 bar tab just for participating. So some time next week maybe... Or whenever. I will be buying my mates several rounds methinks. Not hard when double shots are $2 apiece, yeah?
And then afterwards I found Peter and Simon, and poor Simon felt like such the third wheel. He came with us to High Flyers but then ditched us because he obviously wasn't really having fun. And so... danced with Peter for a while, then we sat on a couch and talked for a while, drinking more bourbon and coke. At about twenty after two we went outside so I could wait for the two-thirty bus back to Massey, and made plans to see Kingdom of Heaven together next week. We're probably going to hang out on Saturday night as well as I'm going to be meeting up with Liz anyhow, and she'll likely have her boyfriend with her, so at least this way I won't be the third wheel or anything.
I have a Chem lab test later today. This should be so much fun. It's in the afternoon on a Friday, which rather sucks sometimes. Mostly in that last hour, when my stomach is rumbling and I know some sort of fish and chips or pizza awaits me in the dining hall. Eh bien, as Julien is wont to say. I'll do all right, I'm sure.
Fin.
P.S. Yes, this means Shan is officially out of the picture as a crush, and has lost all chance of becoming more.
Er.
*blushes and hides grin*
And of course the other two girls from my hall didn't join in, just egged me on to do it. And I figured, what the hell? $50 bar tab at the very least, right? So I signed up. I told everyone else I knew that I was going to be in it. I missed catching up with Peter before I had to disappear and do all the fun dressy-uppy stuff before going out on stage.
First they brought us out at about quarter after eleven or so, not dressed up yet, just to let the crowd get a gaz at what was coming. Then again, at about midnight-ish I guess--I wasn't paying attention--they paraded us out again only this time we were in the white t-shirts, which had not been altered yet. We had some 20-30 minutes to get our tops and such altered to our desire, and do whatever else we wanted to pretty up.
When we were in the office thingy that served as the changing room we had free drinks brought to us and that was great. Not to mention all the half-drunk sapphic perving and the like from some of the girls. It was all good. I donated my hair tie in there somewhere to some girl after I'd taken Peter's texted suggestion earlier that I wear my hair down because it was sexier. And finally some time after midnight we were brought for the actual wetting of the t-shirts. (Oh yes, my top had been cropped and cut down the centre then tied together, and the mere act of lifting my arms served to flash people; we were all braless by this point.) Well I must have done something right, at any rate. Of the twelve of us, four got cut, and I wasn't one of them.
Two weeks from now I'll be back there for the final stuff, and have my chance at winning $200, $300, or (I wish!) $1000. But we all of us got a $50 bar tab just for participating. So some time next week maybe... Or whenever. I will be buying my mates several rounds methinks. Not hard when double shots are $2 apiece, yeah?
And then afterwards I found Peter and Simon, and poor Simon felt like such the third wheel. He came with us to High Flyers but then ditched us because he obviously wasn't really having fun. And so... danced with Peter for a while, then we sat on a couch and talked for a while, drinking more bourbon and coke. At about twenty after two we went outside so I could wait for the two-thirty bus back to Massey, and made plans to see Kingdom of Heaven together next week. We're probably going to hang out on Saturday night as well as I'm going to be meeting up with Liz anyhow, and she'll likely have her boyfriend with her, so at least this way I won't be the third wheel or anything.
I have a Chem lab test later today. This should be so much fun. It's in the afternoon on a Friday, which rather sucks sometimes. Mostly in that last hour, when my stomach is rumbling and I know some sort of fish and chips or pizza awaits me in the dining hall. Eh bien, as Julien is wont to say. I'll do all right, I'm sure.
Fin.
P.S. Yes, this means Shan is officially out of the picture as a crush, and has lost all chance of becoming more.
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