Thursday, July 27, 2006

You are Sean Little.

Let's pretend for a moment if you that you are Sean Little. You're known to be slutty...at times. You've been lucky enough to get pulled over and not arrested because you were driving drunk. In all honesty though, you are a good guy. Despite what everyone thinks about you. Last night you decide to let Santi drag you to the Young Execs Happy Hour, even though you had plans to go to Blues on the Green. You really wanted to spend time with Ex#2 and you would never let Santi know that you had a crush on him, even though Santi already knows this. The happy hour was fun and exciting, and you got to hear all about Santi and the Kickball league he is joining(Go TEAM RAMROD!). You begin to get jealous that you weren't invited to join the league, so you decide to go out and smoke cigarette after cigarette. You call Emma and she let's you know all about Panama. You're jealous because you are still single, you think of how lovely the married guy was but then you digress the thought. He was in fact married. Santi and others decide to go to Logan's for Post-Happy Hour drinks and food. You can't believe that Logan's has food but you give in because 'Bob' says that if you are too drunk to drive she will give you a ride home(not to repeat the pull over incident again). Santi also offers to buy you drinks later and when Santi offers to buy you a drink, you have to say yes because this like never happens. At dinner you enjoy listening to Snippy talking to strange mexican men who just happen to be with our party. Snippy is always funny, and you enjoy talking to her when Mexican guy #1 is talking about retrieving data that is lost on computers and always finding porn. You laugh even more when Mex#1 says that he gets the most guy on guy porn from married men. You think of the love lost in North Dallas again but forget all about it when Santi and Snippy start saying, "Now what married guy would do that?". Or, "Who would sleep with a married guy?". You realize that dating a married guy was a really bad idea and you're glad that you got out of North Dallas. After dinner you head over to Spill where the drinks are only a dollar...as are the shots. You meet HWSNBN and realize that Santi is right about him being scandalous. HWSNBN gets you involved in a marathon of shots. After about 5 rounds, you bow out and run into Mr. 'Bob' and Snippy, also doing a round of shots. Justin Timberlake's new song begins to play and you totally diss Snippy and Mr. 'Bob'. You join Santi, 'Bob' and HWSNBN who are tearing the dance floor up. 'Bob' is excited that Tara Reid has decided not to show up and she is really dancing her ass off. You laugh inside because you love 'Bob'. Later after Santi has left you and gone home you are with 'Bob' and she is obviously drunker than you are(she went 10 rounds in the shot marathon) and wonder how you are getting home. You and HWSNBN have hit it off really well but you remember that he is scandalous. As you are discussing the getting home situation with 'Bob', HWSNBN offers you a ride. You really don't want to drive and you debate the pros and cons of driving and going with HWSNBN. You decide that going with HWSNBN isn't a bad idea because you won't be slutty anymore...or atleast for tonight. HWSNBN drives you home and nothing happens. He doesn't even put moves on you. You wonder if he thinks that you are ugly, but then you realize that you are Sean Little and you are totally not ugly. You are very proud of yourself when you get home.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is this a true story? Because I totally was expecting more from the ride home. . . ;)

7/27/2006 12:20:00 PM  
Blogger Emma said...

Sean Little, oh Sean Little you make the world go round. Oh by the way Im still single :)

7/27/2006 12:34:00 PM  
Blogger Velvetsaje said...

It's totally true. Sean told me all about it this morning.

7/27/2006 01:04:00 PM  
Blogger Velvetsaje said...

Let's see there was the Jagerbombs that HWSNBN's friend gave us. Then there was the lemon drop shot. Then there was you and I at the bar and you couldn't remember what shot you had before so you decided with beer.

I swear I saw you take more, but then again I was on the dancefloor trying to avoid Sean.

7/27/2006 03:06:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't believe you one bit.

And, the Jager. . . that was me.

7/28/2006 03:40:00 PM  

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