Originally Posted by Girl
(Post 5969232)
The life of Girl.
So this morning I woke up to the aftermath of what was suppose to be an innocent dinner with the girls to a splitting headache and when I say splitting, I mean it feels as though the frontal and rear lobes were splitting into a dozen pieces. I realized it was a little after 6am and I had a dozen text messages and voicemail messages on my phone.
My girlfriend M had called me on a Wednesday night to invite me for a get together she was planning on Thursday night. Due to M's job and her personal background, she knows practically everybody in Vancouver, from the Marketing Director of a prominent hotel to the guy who can sell you the best semi-automatics. If you knew M and was on her good books, you'd be going to the city's most buzzing events and abiding all the lineups at any club with VIP as well. I grew up with M and trust me when I say she is one of those girls that EVERYONE would like...even the Pope. It's always a yes with her, even if you call her up at 3am to go to LA for a weekend of shopping, she'd be right on it. She's never studied a day in her life and has come out with honors, she is up-to-date with current events, and has to be one of the most diverse conversationists I know. She can out-eat, out-drink, and out-party any single person. Oh and did I mention she was single, easy on the eyes and drives stick?
Anyways I digress. So when M says Girls Night Out, it really means dinner, wine, lots of alcohol in Yaletown, followed by provocative convos and intrigued men approaching us.
Since dinner was so late notice, it was only M, J, and I doing it and a couple of other girls were showing up a little after. The day had been dreary and miserable, I had locked myself out of the office and work had been just absolutely tedious, so needless to say I was not looking forward to dinner. I wasn't really dressed to impress either, wearing a black Alain Manoukian square top cami with a poppy orange BCBG cardigan and black flowy mid-length pants, and flip-flops. YES I wore flip-flops, lets say I like to rebel against work policy and for some reason they seem to put-up with me. But yes I looked sort of like a librarian, especially when I put my glasses on.
I got to M's house and I really didn't look like I should be going out with them. M had on severe stiletto ankle boots with tight skinny denims and a charcoal motorcycle jacket. J, a sweet gorgeous looking girl was sporting a flowy grey v-neck top that cinched at the waist which hugged her rear seductively, dark grey leggings and boots made of raw leather. Her long hair and kitten bangs gave her this innocent yet sensual look. I'm a girl and I have to admit that my girlfriends are HOT.
Anyways we ended up heading downtown, and like I said before had some Tapas with our alcohol, flirted with the waiter, eavesdropped on the couple next to us and once the alcohol was hitting us, the conversations became more and more....entertaining? Emotions were flying, dirty secrets were revealed and it was your ultimate Gossip Girl moment. Our other girl friends met up with us a little later and all I can say is things just got worse from there on. We avoided death maybe 3 times?
Either way I came home, passed out and this morning recieved over 10 messages from different people because you see these girls, except for M whose single, they all have SO's but that doesn't stop them from finding something better, finding extra curricular activities with other people or an excuse to find some flirting time. So there they were admist our drunkeness, they tried to get me to find them a nice, succesful, good looking guy for part-time for full-time uses. They eventually took my phone and made some calls, even some long distance ones. Now my text message inbox is tainted with naughty exchanges, many "WTF's", "i don't do girls with boyfriends", "Girl is this you?" texts and voicemail messages.
So what was suppose to be a quiet dinner, turned into a High School Musical version of Girls Gone Wild. J was invited to some clubbing event tonight...
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