the saddest story that i'll ever tell

last nite my girlfriends and my bf and i hit kress in hollywood for a gf's bday party...and this led to the saddest story that i'll ever tell...so here goes:

my gf was turning 30 so we decided to go clubbing for her bday...after countless debates as to which club to hit, we finally settled on kress cause my younger sister told me it was the place to be...so i'm like, "okay." one of my friends "F" knows the promoter so we were put on the guestlist...

okay...so last nite, i decide to give the bday girl a ride cause i know she's gonna drink so i figured we should carpool...i had three wardrobe changes cause i didn't have any skanky clubbing clothes so my nite was already not faring so well...so the bday girl arrives early and we hit CPK to get some food in her so she's not completely plastered after one drink...we get lettuce wraps cause that's one of the favorite things my bf likes to eat and she ordered dumplings which we had them panfry...we also made sure to get bread and lots of butter...i had one dumpling [cause i know i have to watch my figure] and one lettuce wrap...besides, i actually had dinner beforehand with my bf in which i cooked in a fabulous meal of ramen in a package and Campbell's Select Harvest Chicken Noodle soup...i know, i spoil him...anyway, back to the saddest story that was ever told...

so after dinner, we head off to Kress...we get there and pay $20 for parking...like seriously??? $20 for parking? that's total bullshit and reminds me why i hate hollywood....i mean, already, the story is getting sad...okay...so we get there like at 10:10 pm and there is this long ass line...like definitely over 200 people and i'm like, "hell no. i do NOT wait in lines." and so i head to the front of the line, and this douchebag is like, "u have to stand in line with everyone else." and i'm like, "but i'm on the guestlist...i know the promoter." and he's like, "everyone is on the guestlist." and i'm like, "this is total bullshit." i mean, it was gonna take an hour or two to get in and i don't have this kind of patience. so i'm like, "No." and start heading towards the front of the line where my friends are...and the douchebag gets security on my ass...part of me wanted to scream out, "DO U KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?" and hoping he doesn't question me cause seriously, if he really asked me who i am, my response would prolly have been, "uh...no one really important" and i would have to walk to the back of the line...anyway, at that very moment...SPOTTED...my gf T who just arrived and manages to waltz her way to the front...and i'm like screaming off the top of my lungs, "T...T, i'm right here...GET ME!!!" so she comes to me and tells me, "just walk to the front of the line" and i'm like, "This JERK won't let me," making sure that douchebag heard me...and so i start following T with my bf and the bday girl and the douchebag is like, "I'm not a JERK. i'm just doing my job." and i'm like, "you're a total jerk and leave me alone" and with a look of fierce determination, i managed to get to the front of the line in which i was handed tickets so i can skip the lines and get in free...cause obviously, that's how i roll...anyway, my bf didn't get a ticket right away so i was forced to wait for him inside the damn club for like 20 minutes which royally pissed me off...i knew i was in for like a really bad nite...oh yeah...my sisters and their friends also arrived so i had to bug my friends to hook them up...we were prolly driving the promoter seriously nuts...

anyway, we managed to get in, get our drinks, and finally got on the dance floor where my friends were hit up on by really young boys...i swear, those boys were seriously persistent...it was very endearing...btw...i fell of the bandwagon...i ended up having half of my bf's vodka/cranberry cause i was in such a shitty mood and had to have a drink...my gf was like, "R u PMSING?" and i was like, "probably."

the nite somehow managed to end up being pretty fun...but like i said, wasn't that the saddest story that was ever told?

anyway, we ended up leaving at midnite...the bday girl puked on the dancefloor which is always hot...i was surprised it wasn't me...

i was finally glad to be back home by 1 am and sleeping...greatest nite ever...

this morning will be spent watching my bf pack for his business trip to hotlanta...i also sang lionel richie's [or i think it's a lionel richie song to him] song in which the lyrics go something like this:

"u r so beautiful to me...can't u see? you're everything i hoped for...you're everything i need...u r soooo beautiful to me."

and why would i sing such a song to him sooo early in the morning u may ask...it's cause i have the voice of an angel so i really should try to put it to use...haha...

anyway, hope you're not tooo sad over this tragic story i had to tell...

i'm looking forward to gossip girl tonite but definitely NOT looking forward to having the bf go on his trip...yeah..u can't win it all...winner winner chicken dinner...xoxo...