sorry friends

I think I've waited too long to write about New Orleans, and now I'm a little bitter about it. This really isn't for anyone else since I'm not giving a whole lot of info, but it'll always be funny to us.

SOOOO let's talk about the obvious and use things from NOLA as examples. I drink too much. The fact that y'all had to brush my hair for me in the bar is enough. Except that's not all...it began New Years Eve with me saying, "here's the key Roomie. I'll see y'all later," and ended with, "um PA...i think you need to go home. You're not allowed anymore alcohol."

Damn orange octane drink.

2nd--Falcon always wants to be connected to bars and dance... All weekend she made out with a certain bar owner, and spent a little time the first night on a stripper pole. NO worries about the Hippy DJ STRIPPER who was on it before...or that you took "lessons" from her.

3rd--Roomie, you're pretty boring...i wish you had more stories. He's not that big of a deal.

4th--BTR (Big Truck Lover, is your new nickname. You know who you are.) is probably going to be the loudest person at a bar, and if you get her to take you home (because she prob won't go to your house) you won't get any lovin'. Also, If you've missed something she said the first time, you'll prob hear it again. Examples all from the same night, "I ATE ALLIGATOR...THE ALLIGATOR I ATE TASTE LIKE CHICKEN...THEN I ATE SOMEONES PO-BOY WHO WAS SLEEPING AT THE TABLE." Then, repeat, repeat, repeat. The boy has yet to get any...

BTR--Don't be mad...you know i love you. when i think about this night i think about that huge ass smile you had on your face. :)

5th--ONLY YOU, Vespa, could go on an actual date with someone you met on NYE in NOLA. Sidenote: IF you're making out in a dark corner, make sure you know where your purse is. It's likely that someone will pick it up, and you'll never know it gave you the slip. Example, Billy the native, and only spending one night in the room she paid for. Oh and we probably should have apologized to those pedestrians you almost threw up on while walking thru the French Quarter.

QUOTE OF THE WEEKEND: "Where's Vespa?"