All Hail Princess Hangover

As you may have guessed, I got a little wasted last night. On red wine, which never makes me feel that shit hot the next day. It was the return of Miss M last night from Toronto, so we had a lot of hijinks to get out of our system. Beyond the regular stupidity we had M calling random people pretending to be an angry "Chinese" [her already bad accent actually got worse as time went on] delivery man with a pizza with escargots and squid on it who couldnt get into their apartment building. I was sending drunken emails [ Kester loved his and already responded]. N was worried that her honeybaby was mad at her.

The we went out and proceeded to insult a guy with a prosthetic leg, drink some shooters, and lose some important documents. Always a party.

When i came home I went online and was attempting to blog the messages that people were leaving on the Lavalife phone chat line. Apparently i decided to not post it or save it. Cause its gone. Damn. They were really funny too. Something about one dude wanting to be fucked with a strap on. Another east Indian guy wanted to train submissives, if only they have large tits. Pregnant women could also apply. Another couple was shopping for a 3rd for a 3 way. Some dude said hed only fuck women...he had his pride.

This morning my phone wouldnt stop ringing...i totally forgot M had used my phone for some of the chinese food calls. I guess not everyone thought it was funny. As the 3 of us were totally hung, it only made sense for them to blow off work and for us to go for greasy food. And, as the 3 of us were totally hung, we followed this up with going for Caesars. At Kelsey's in Westhills. Thus began the very famous plan...

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The Very Famous Plan

1. Get a map and select a random location by closing your eyes and just pointing.

2. In that general area chosen, pick a licensed eating place. ie. Kelseys, Smittys, Moxies... The cheesier the more family oriented the better.

3. Get really really really wasted there. Body shots. Shooters. The more ridiculous the signature drink the better.

4. Take over the place. ie. At Kelseys they had a plastic horse that we were sure we'd be straddling "like a naked british dude". And be wearing green beads and the bucket as a helmet. Basically, act like we were at Fido's in San Pedro again.

5. Try to get all the yuppies/retirees/bored housewives etc. involved in the debauchery.

6. Stay until closing [likely 10pm]

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Oh, and naturally wed be in evening gowns. Why? Cuz i like evening gowns.

With that we all went our separate ways with plans of possibly meeting up on Sunday to cement the VFP. I think we thought of a name. I just cant remember it.

Now im just going to think up ways that i can convince the Ferret Society that id make a good Mom. Yeah, thats a whole other story. Im just too hung to type it. Gotta go sit on her highness' throne of Hangoverland.