(So, I'm back from Vegas. Instead of coming home and falling into bed to sleep off the hangover/recouperate from hanging out all night, I came home with just enough time to get ready to see Depeche Mode. Because I'm awesome, or ridiculous, or have horrible time management skills. Either way, may I present you with the things that I heard or/and said this weekend.)
You got an L.A. face, but an Oakland booty (I'm not sure what that means, but I still let him pinch my ass. Heh.)
Are you going to be able to fit all that in there? #snort (see also #thatswhatshesaid)
I just smoked a margarita.
She’s so cute I just want to pick her up and put her in my pocket. (My SIL is 4’10 – definitely pocket-sized)
Pirate Booty. And not the good kind.
Yep, DJ Jazzy Jeff. And no Fresh Prince.
I don't want to keep him, I just wanna play with him for a lil' while.
Yeah, Indians. Dots, not Feathers.
There's some hoes in this house...if you see 'em point them out. (A SONG. Although, you know...if you see one...)
It was ghetto fabulous. WITHOUT the fabulous.
Sir? Please don't hump your girlfriend in here. Take her back to your room.
...so then she threw up.
The next time we come back, we ARE going to go to Rehab, instead of always saying No, no, no.
I'll have ANOTHER Jack Daniels & Sprite.
Can I have a $1 Yo bet?
Damn, do I love Vegas.
Put that thing back where it came from. Or so help me.
I am SOO fucked up.
It's 4AM. I have to get up in 4 hours to drive back home.
(So there you have it. Some of the more interesting comments made over the weekend. I'm SURE I left out a lot, some of which I remember, some of which...I don't. And probably all for the good. I would also like to thank my Sissie, Prima & Lil' Bit -the SIL, for a fan-fucking-tastic road trip AND Undomestic Diva & Starts with an X for an awesome dinner date. I had so much fun hanging with you "ladies". I would also like to mention that UD can really shake a tailfeather on the dancefloor. Heh. )