Jenn's Reverie

So, I finally decided to post about a fun weekend I had about. . . oh say, three months ago! I told you I was a procrastinator, maybe next time you'll just believe me. I was gonna do a belated Halloween post, but that can wait too. Maybe I'll post that around Valentine's day.

Anyhow, so one Friday we went downtown and danced our asses off. After, we met at "the clock" where everyone meets and mingles until the cops on horses start rushing you like bats outta hell. We kept our distance from the clock this night because, well, we were having a hard time with gravity. Eej and I even battled it out with a tree. That bastard put his branches on me. --->

After we head over to Goofy's place. He's my friend whom I met through my good friend, Wifey, which is her husbands bestfriend. You follow? Yeah, you didn't need to know that. I like hanging out with these cool cats because they've all been friends for eons and they like to have fun the good old fashioned way. They aren't constantly bitching that they need chicks if there aren't any or just a couple and they aren't tight with their alcohol. Anyway, we drank, we talked, we played air hockey, we drank, we played basketball, we drank and then we played foosball; Where I spanked those silly boys and left them in awe. It was oh so glorious. I was talking all big and bad, but I brought it. I heart foosball. Then they all passed out and left Booty and I alone to smoke and take drunken pictures of ourselves thinking we looked all schnazzy. I found a cowboy hat, or more like sombrero (shut up, Katie) so I threw that on and tried acting all country or Mexican? Only to find the next day that the pictures were far from what we thought. Good ol' beer goggles.

Sexy bitches. Yeah, I'm hardcore. Or not.

The next morning we all wake up and start calling eachother and decide we're gonna go watch the UNM Lobos play the NMSU Aggies. For us, that = funtimes. They're our college football teams that both play for New Mexico. So to us they're "big rivals." Oooh, scaaary! Booty and I take forever in a day to get our asses motivated to get ready the day after tearing it up, so we missed the tailgating. It was a sold-out stadium and guess what? We didn't have tickets. Thank goodness there's always bastard scalpers or we'd never have gotten in. I've never seen so many jocks in my life. When we met up with our friends they were all dressed in their Lobo gear. . . and drunk! That's what we get for procrastinating. So, I grab a $10 dollar slice of pizza and a flat Mt. Dew to go with it for $10 more bucks and we're off to find the other boys that were already sitting down. They had pretty good seats and we found them after eight hours of "where are you?! Yeah, but North or South?! Top or bottom?!" It was great.

So we finally find them and plop our asses down after 500 "excuse me's" and people turning their cheeks for us to squeeze by. I thought I'd take a couple of shots of us all sitting down and try to get a good picture of the crowd. I think Hubby was praying to the football Gods. After I took the picture of him and Wifey, I showed them and he say's, "Who's that?"--->
SCORE! Douchebag. Then I wanted to get a good shot or two of the crowd. The ones I was taking of the crowd across from us seemed like they might be too far so I got the bright idea of holding my phone up and taking a picture of the people behind me... Good job, Jenn. No, really. Stick your phone all up in someone's grill and pretend you didn't know it happened while laughing hysterically. I'm sure he had NO idea. Real smart. <--- See. NO idea.

The game was already in motion by the time we settled. I ate my cold pizza, drank my flat drink while being careful not to spit it all out while screaming and chanting and all that goodness. Lobos, touchdown! Score! Aggies, touchdown. Nooo. Lobos touchdown! Score! Lobos again! And. . . um, again. Oh, lookie, again. The A.D.D. kicks in and slowly but surely the guys are talking about going back to the trucks for some beer. They ask Booty and I, and we're in. Everyone SWEARS we're gonna go back and finish the game. Yeah, right. They tell me to watch and see. Mmmhmm.

So, we headed to the trucks where Hubby cooked up some burgers and hot dogs using the handy dandy screwdriver. No spatula. We talked, smoked and got the beers in. We'd ask random on-goes what the score was, and it was too long ago to rememeber, but I do know that the Lobos spanked the Aggies. Speaking of on-goers, a girl with ribbone in her hair (gag) passed us by to get into her car when she realized that she was blocked in. So she asks if it belongs to any of us and the dissapoint in her face was heartbreaking when we all said no. So, I look up and a little light goes off. "Hey, there's like 13 guys and us three girls, why don't you MOVE the truck?" Me and my bright ideas. I was only kidding. I think. Menace got fired up at the idea and kept saying they should do it just to do it. And they did. That girl was all freaked out. You should have seen the look on her face when she was driving off. Wifey looks at her and say's, "Don't be alarmed, we're Hispanic." Fucking classic, I tell you. Then this old couple comes and are stuck in the same situation so Menace and the rest help them out too. They were so grateful.

We noticed all the people starting to leave so we started to close up shop and planned the after party back at Goofy's. You'd think we'd be smart enough to beat traffic but that wasn't the case. Booty and I got stuck ther for about an hour. She finally had to drop her aggresive driving skill on those bastards because no one would let us in. During this hour I looked up lyrics online on my cell and karaoked for her and my amusement. Then I looked at all the other crazy bastards trying to get out of the chaos and how stupid people just really are. As soon as she dropped her driving skill all over them, the traffic started flowing. The dumbasses were blocking eachother and no one was going anywhere.

We finally get outta there and head over to Goofy's where the party ensued. One of the times all the boys were outside have "man time" and one of them opens the door and say's something like, "Damn women, they're never happy" and closes it. It was so precious. I had to go out there and ruin their fun. But, I didn't. I found out they think I'm "one of the coolest chicks." Precious, just precious I tell you.

We start taking shots, their specialty is Crown and then someone whips out The Beer Bong. Oh, yeah. Bring it, bitches. This would be my second time attemting a shot at The Beer Bong. I didn't clear it this time, but, nobody told me not to open the valve ALL the way. Bastards. Anyhow, it was beer bongs for all. Hubby didn't want one, but peer pressure's a bitch. We all know that. In the midst of it, Wifey's holding up the bong while someone takes their turn. Can't remember who, and it gets smacked by the ceiling fan. She thinks it's hilarious because it's making it harder for the person to take it down, when, party foul! The light fixture shattered. Please watch where your step, broken glass. I get the mess cleaned up and watch Goofy look at Wifey like, "Damnit! Everytime!" Then he got sidetracked and we proceed with the beer bongs.

The party starts hopping even more. Lap dances ensue and there are dollar's flying everywhere. Okay, so maybe it was only two lap dances. Booty gave a quick few second one to Mike, and then Goofy gave one to Booty in all his sombrero glory and maybe there were no dollars, but it was entertaining nonetheless.

At one point I was wondering where Menace got lost at so Wifey and I went on a man hunt. When we found him he was in the pottie and he heard us so he asked Wifey to bring him some gahdamn toilet paper. I mean really. Can't a man go pottie in peace? He's hot even when he is on the toilet. He's Super Pooper! --->

Eej and I found another sombrero and did some stupid little Mexican dance, or something like that. Mostly we laughed and felt like jackasses. Her and I always argue about music, she thinks she's rock 'n roll and I think she has no fucking idea. Eventually, for a brief moment, we felt as one when we rocked the horns.

The party eventually started to die down and even Max (Goofy's dog) felt like chillaxing. He had a beer bong too. (No pets were harmed in the partying of this night.) All in all it was a great weekend. If any of you guys happen to find this here blog because I won't give you the URL, don't freak out or anything. Only people with internet access can find this and see all these pictures! I have Halloween one's too. Just FYI. For everyone else, I leave you with The Beer Bong starring. . .

"Booty"