Memories! Enjoy!

DO I EVEN STILL HAVE A BLOG!!!???

So I spent the day reminiscing! Looking at old pics, reading old blogs posts and comments... And here is what I found: Posted on May 12, 2008. It's tooooo funny! Aww memories!

Monday, May 12, 2008
jungle juice
I had 5 cups and no buzz. The impossible has happened. Tolerance level has reached critical highs. Must abort mission "total inebriation". And I still had a lot of fun. We celebrated mr. i hate your dreads because they are sooo fly's birthday [again] last night. [We inhaled 3 bottles in your honor on Thursday- that's not enough???? geez! lol]

It wasn't as crowded as it usually is at one of KayKay's shindigs but I think the number was good. Small enough to relax and have fun without having to worry about unknown people watching and enough to not feel like you hang with the same 7 people every weekend.

Things of note last night (feel free to add to the list):

Greg's cake said "khet". perfect. What would our conversations be like without that word????

The most pugnacious couple I know was at it again. Love it! It was all part of her plan...awww Boogie. (on the topic of pugnacious couples - woody, marge, cav, shay, greg, and erica - yall should triple date! Sure you'll have a blast! lol! Hey! I'm not saying nothing...just a suggestion)

Butta is ALWAYS tryna beat with a hotdog. period. It wasn't necessary to shield the barely-there cleavage with your hand while talking to me. I don't see how you couldn't see how that would be uncomfortable FOR ME. umm anyway.

Ed was on the couch sleeping???? I don't believe it either! I guess the life of the party needs a vacay sometimes. To be fair tho, you were up and alive for most of the night. Funny how a few minutes define your night. Join the club.

Cav is passa passa. No argument. Based on the description and demonstration of Ed [who later co-signed on Cavs behalf....straddling the fence I see], Deb, Louis and Greg, you got it in you and you let it out. Apparently the argument goes something like this: "you didn't have to do it so well to prove your point."
[The back story behind this one is that when asked why Mr. Bernah does not dance in the club or at parties, he said he can do the moves but just chooses not to. He then proceeded to duplicate the moves Greg did, with just as much if not more....flare....ummm skill...? whatever...it was a very fun debate to watch and listen to.] Lol jk...no need to retaliate...like the cavs [get it?] did to my precious celts....next game, next game.

Bang Bang Bang MuthaF***a! Clearly Erica was riiiiiight. 'Nough Said.
[Thanks Kate, for your gift of Bang Bang Bang Skeet Skeet Skeet- it's a shindig regular!]

Guitar Hero is too! We love that game and I NEVER get to play :-(

NTT....

Yo! Deborah and Cav might just be the worst! Why did you guys have to make fun of the girl's mustache standing a generous 2 feet from her? I almost lost control of my bladder I was laughing so hard. Some people are just hairier than others. Might not be your cup of tea. But some cultures believe that a woman's hair is her beauty lololol...lemme stop.

All in all it was a fun, no rookie, no beef, laughing, talking, eating Kerlee's pizzas, chips n dip, sweat pants will fly tonight, sneakers, heels??? really? try flats [or take your heels off and walk in socks (lovin' it Erica)], jungle juice affected no one but Erica, walks in the woods, smoke the woods, celtics lost, 'bangin' n skeetin' (the game, nasties), we love birthdays, cake, and liquor, Saturday night. See you all in a few days!

XOXO
CAM!

stupid iron.

I remember the kisses.

We were getting ready to leave one night. I was ironing my shirt but his stupid iron wouldn't work.

"what the hell is wrong with this thing!? weren't you just using it!? what did you do to it? That's not fair, you get to be fresh and I get to look like i slept in a 2 foot suitcase all day!"

He laughs and walks out of the room.

"where are you going? come fix this! This is all i have to wear! I don't live here, dummy!"

"well i didn't break it...as far as I'm concerned you did."

I start up again. "You gotta be fucking kidding me!? come fix this shit!" The alcohol was nipping at the heels of my words. "what the fuck, come help me! shit, man!"

"yo, iron your shit and hurry up, man!"

"well, dumbass, I'm trying to but it's clearly not working. Dumbass. I don't know how to work this thing. Why can't you just take the two seconds it would take and help me? You're not doing anything. you're dressed and everything. I just don't get----"

he kisses me.

Plugs in the iron.

Goes down the stairs.

And I stand there, with the dumbest and warmest smile on my face.

I iron my shirt.