New Years Eve and Other Adventures!

I think I gained 10 pounds and at least 10 new wrinkles (in undisclosed locations) planning and putting together Buckle Up 2009. I do love to throw these things for sure and it really was a trip. I am not sorry that the “hunched over the laptop, chain smoking and eating every highly sugared product in sight” is over… Though... Of course, my mind is spinning with the next possible event we can put together. The crazy suggestions already started rolling in along with tips on how to successfully build a mud wrestling pit since the Nikapalooza mud pit didn’t work out to be everything we thought it would be!

Walking through the Snow-Storm in Gold Open Toed Sandals raised a few eyebrows which makes me think Dinah Shore should be the next trip or maybe a Mexico crew can be resurrected for 2009…






Ok Favorite Lines from New Years Eve

“I’m sorry Maam, this is a private party”
“It’s ok, we’re swingers... My 71 year old husband likes me to pick up women”
Stunned silence
“Just Kidding, we’re her parents”

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
“I was fucking some chick in the bathroom for like an hour”
“Well in that case… Good Girl! Now can we get back to work?”

“Call me anything you want… just please don’t call me your girlfriend”

“WTF? There’s lipstick around the vodka bottle”
“What dyke do you know that wears that shade of red and would do shots out of the bottle?”
“My daughter – the alcoholic… now give it to me”

“I listened to her sob story for 2 hours”
“What was she so upset about?”
“Dunno, I wasn’t listening”

“Are you for sale?”

“She works… She contributes… All she needs is a chance”
“But do you think she swallows?”

“Somebody needs to make a fucking decision and it’s not gonna be me”

“Are you gonna kiss me at midnight?
“I’m sorry, I have Polio”

“If I were gay… I’d have a piece of you”

“You left me a voicemail?”
“I don’t think so”
“Um…Yeah, you did… you might wanna listen to it…”

“OMG! You’re the girl on the VOICEMAIL!”

“No really, I don’t put out… I’m all talk“
(chorus of p-town voices)
“WE KNOW”

“I give a really good blow job”
“Do you think it’s genetic?”
“Shit, I don’t know…Ma?”


xoxo

S.M.