| Monday, July 10, 2006 |
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***AB$OLUTELY***MORIFIED***
Sorry in advance for any bad spelling etc...
Well it was friday afternoon that all was good and everything was in the process on me and my friend who will be known as sparks having a night in with a dvd and a bottle of wine (and her baby daughter - my goddaughter). So we are walking into town to get a couple of bits for dinner and drinks and we walked past one of our fave haunts and the smell of the alcohol just made us look at each other and wonder. Well they do say great minds think alike, both at the same time we looked at each other and said we are going out tonight. Oh what a tangled web we both weave. We didn't think so until later that night which i will soon get to.
So sparks rings her brother and asks or should i say more to the point tells him he is babysitting. So i go home bathe and get dressed, nothing too casual - nothing too dressy. 1 Hour later we are walking to the Terrace bar (wimbledon) on a mission to get tipsy. So we order our cocktails and sit and chat for a little while. As far as cute guys go so far the night was looking DRY as a nun's you know what!
So we decided to move on - now it was between Suburban (an indie/oldie music bar with over priced drinks and not enough in one measure) and the other bar Edwards (hip-hop, r'n'b, dance all my kind of music, oh and nice guys). Our night was to consist of drinking and surveying the talent these days however both of us could look and neither of us could touch. :(. Oh well.
So we chose Edwards over Suburban - not a very difficult choice between the two but it is nice to keep ones options open.
Anyway...
So we are walking around and we spot a couple of heads that are familiar and in true girl on a mission style ignore them. (It is not bitchy!!!) So we are scanning the room and we find a resting spot. We purch for about 10 minutes. Across from me was who we called Thierry Henry - he was fit and his smile said Va Va Voom and so did his body. So i ventured over to his royal fitness and said hello there in so many more words than that. By the time i reached over there i was tipsy but for the record not totally drunk. YET!
So whilst i am gabbing i fail to realise sparks seems to be in need of rescue from some weird guy with 50 cent on his t shirt. So i excuse myself from the talent and go to her rescue, little did i know that both of our pasts were just about to bite us in the ass.
Little sidenote about mine and sparks past: When we were younger we were inseparable, best friends to the end. We were party girls and there is more that will make sense just keep reading but keep in your heads the phrase inseparable for the next paragraph or so.
As i walked over he asked sparks, is she was feeling left out and if so why didn't she come and join me and the cute one?
She said that she was ok just sitting having a fag.
So he asked her for a fag and smoothly mentioned.
50 cent:So are you two close? - referring to me and sparks.
Sparks: Yeah we are best friends and have been for many years.
By this time i thought oh she is ok just having a chat so i went back to HR Fitness.
50 then said to her: What i actually meant to say is if you are close why don't you go and join them?
Sparks: In what context are you talking???
50 Cent: Why don't you go and JOIN them all 3 of you?
Sparks face at that point went pale and she said : I am not that kind of girl?
(Did she forget that we were party girls??!!)
50 Cents face lit up with excitement for some reason so she asked why he was smiling?
He replied: You are'nt that kind of girl really? That is funny cos i fucked both of you i would say about 2 years back after we all got hammered at that club (which will remain nameless)
Sparks face then went a whiter shade than pure white and she just padded over to me and said that we needed to leave.
I asked what was wrong and who had upset her as i myself really didn't want to leave the oh so fit one.
So once again i excused myself and we scampered to the toilet and she enlightened me on the conv she just had with that bitch we call 50.
I was ABSOLUTELY MORTIFIED...
How the hell after all those years can he remember THAT...
The worst part of it was when he said, ' I don't forget the women that i fuck'
What a weed, obviously he is not getting enough sex to forget the odd person or both of us were too good to forget. But either way i didn't want to take this conv as any type of compliment. It was just HORRIBLE. So our solution once out of the toilet for this public mortification was drink. By the end of the night we had gone through the entire cocktail list on the bar and some.
In the morning i woke up on the sofa and she was making tea, we both looked at each other and like i said before great minds think alike we both just burst out laughing at our BIGGEST mistake.
Hope y'all enjoyed my weekend event more than i did.
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Peace
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xxS*Bxx
Comments are welcome
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posted by a Princess @ Heart @ Monday, July 10, 2006  |
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@ Mack - Mack you are a piece of work!! For real!
The man in you is right...
There is nothing wrong with it, BUT when you forget about it for two years and you are out havin a drink etc - PUBLIC MORTIFICATION is the word.
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@ Mack - Mack you are a piece of work!! For real!
The man in you is right...
There is nothing wrong with it, BUT when you forget about it for two years and you are out havin a drink etc - PUBLIC MORTIFICATION is the word.