Stiletto Diaries™

The Long Weekend: Fully Loaded

Posted on May 24th, 2006 in Does All Her Own Stunts, Photos

I have decided to divide tales from the long weekend into two parts. First the fun part, then the shitty part

So Saturday night I went to V’s place, and we decided to go out to this pub that we frequent. We were going to be meeting two of V’s friends there for a drink or two (or many, as it turned out).

We got there around 11:00pm and ordered some beverages. V and I always drink the same thing when we go out, gin with 7up and a lime wedge. Good stuff

We were chatting with her friends and having a good time, when I notice that Q is in the pub. Not surprising, since it was the same pub where I initially met him and I know he often goes there. He didn’t see me right away, or likely didn’t recognize me because my hair is so different now.

I went to the bathroom later and walked right past his table, so I paused to say hello. We chatted briefly and he asked where I was sitting. I told him and then went on my way.

V and I were well on the way to being drunk when he came over to our table later. I was on my tenth gin and 7up and we had just finished our sixth shot of tequila (I had two more gin and 7′s before we left the place, three hours after we arrived. Yes, I know I am psychotic, but I don’t drink like that very often).

He hung out for a bit, V’s friends left, and then we decided to leave shortly after. Q was far less drunk than V and I (not hard to do considering V and I were drunk as fuck) so he offered to walk with us back to her place (about 7 or 8 blocks I suppose).

The three of us walked together, giggling and carrying on. Then we came across a shopping cart on the side of the road.

Insert Brilliant Idea Number One

V tells me to get into the cart. I’m like ‘no frickin way’ but she insists, so I get in. Her and Q start to push the cart with me in it. Allow me to give you some visual aids:

I am sure I was laughing like and idiot. Why do I bring my camera on these little adventures?

V got tired of pushing, so they literally had to lift/tip me out of the cart, and then she got in. Q and I pushed her a ways, and then the grassy trail we were on started to slant. “You’re going down the hill” I announced, and she was like “No you fuckers, push the damned cart”. But it was too late. She started going down the little hill, Q doing his best not to let her bail too bad, and then I lifted up the back of the cart and dumped her out on the grass while simultaneously tipping the cart over, tripping over Q, and falling down the hill. We all laughed our asses off and continued on our way. I have a bunch of amusing pictures of V and I doing a pole dance on a tree, me falling over Q, and other drunken hilarity, but I can’t share them here. I’ll let you see this lovely close up of my ass after I fell on Q:

NO, I was not humping his legs, nor was I doing anything inappropriate (other than crushing his chest by falling on him)

Before we got to V’s I stopped for some reason and took off my boots, then V and I decided to make Q hold all of our stuff so that we could run topless through a field.

We got back to her place, ate some mac n cheese, I talked to Jack, and then passed out. Q got up at 7:30 and headed home, so I let him out and went back to bed for several more hours.

And lucky me, I don’t get hangovers!

We had a great night, and nothing inappropriate happened with Q. In fact he apologized for coming on so strong the last time we saw each other. I said it was ok, but that things are too complicated for me right now to pursue anyone else. Later in my utter state of intoxication I also informed him that “My boyfriend hates you”. I think that might have put him off.

Part Two of the weekend will be coming to a blog near you ASAP, and I also want to write about some of the recent comments. Hope everyone is having a great week!