where the hell you at?
foreshadowing at it's finest i tell you...
my friend left on thursday for blessed vegas only to find himself in his hotel room sans luggage, toiletries and fresh underwear. i woke his ass up on friday to hear him reveal the terrible news and of course, he couldn't resist giving me a proper phone conversation ending by telling me that he was under the bedsheets buck naked, wearing nothing but his dirty skivvies (as if to turn me on).
fighting the signs of foreshadowing...
saturday rolled around and i received a disturbing phone call. it went something like this..."i'm down baby! i'm down! i need to hit the atm!" followed by another phone call "i'm up baby, i'm up!" only to conclude with the following phone call "fuck vegas. i'm done. i'm down baby, i'm down. OH and drunk. love u."
sunday came and went with a day of keno, 70 year old vixens and hough getting his faced slapped by a very drunk beav trying to give a high five. nothing sexier than two pasties slapping each other and a 70 year old onlooker. i thought that the day went pretty smoothly, squashing my thoughts of foreshadowing...until...
last night i put on my pretty shirt and made a pot of coffee while i eagerly waited for my friend's flight to come in at midnight. then it happened...i received the dreaded call. d's connecting flight took off and left him for dead at the o'hare airport to fend for himself with no beer in sight. a sad state of affairs it was. there were no other flights leaving that evening, with the next flight leaving at 5am. after the shuttle service decided to stop running passengers to their respective hotels, he shacked up at the local days inn with no working cell phone and no beer. he finally booked his flight for 9am this morning, weary and dazed from his "vacation" whining that he just wanted to be home with him lumjee.
so off i go at noon to pick him up, take him home and help wipe off his poor little war wounds. as a lesson to you all, if ever you're in vegas sans clean undies, get your ass on the next flight home =)
my friend left on thursday for blessed vegas only to find himself in his hotel room sans luggage, toiletries and fresh underwear. i woke his ass up on friday to hear him reveal the terrible news and of course, he couldn't resist giving me a proper phone conversation ending by telling me that he was under the bedsheets buck naked, wearing nothing but his dirty skivvies (as if to turn me on).
fighting the signs of foreshadowing...
saturday rolled around and i received a disturbing phone call. it went something like this..."i'm down baby! i'm down! i need to hit the atm!" followed by another phone call "i'm up baby, i'm up!" only to conclude with the following phone call "fuck vegas. i'm done. i'm down baby, i'm down. OH and drunk. love u."
sunday came and went with a day of keno, 70 year old vixens and hough getting his faced slapped by a very drunk beav trying to give a high five. nothing sexier than two pasties slapping each other and a 70 year old onlooker. i thought that the day went pretty smoothly, squashing my thoughts of foreshadowing...until...
last night i put on my pretty shirt and made a pot of coffee while i eagerly waited for my friend's flight to come in at midnight. then it happened...i received the dreaded call. d's connecting flight took off and left him for dead at the o'hare airport to fend for himself with no beer in sight. a sad state of affairs it was. there were no other flights leaving that evening, with the next flight leaving at 5am. after the shuttle service decided to stop running passengers to their respective hotels, he shacked up at the local days inn with no working cell phone and no beer. he finally booked his flight for 9am this morning, weary and dazed from his "vacation" whining that he just wanted to be home with him lumjee.
so off i go at noon to pick him up, take him home and help wipe off his poor little war wounds. as a lesson to you all, if ever you're in vegas sans clean undies, get your ass on the next flight home =)
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