We ended up not going to the Pleasure Party this evening (thank goodness). Instead, we went to see Harry Potter at this cheap little cinema in Moreno Valley. I was so happy to give up the Pleasure Party with Maggie. I just felt a bit awkward about going to a party like that with my boyfriend’s sister. Regardless, I did kind of want to experience it, but I’ll leave that for another time.
She took me to get ice cream and then we went home and watched a bunch of other movies; girlie movies, mostly. She went to bed shortly after the boys came home, then I got drunk.
I drank a bottle of baileys, shot by shot, in a penis shaped shot glass. The boys were rooting me on, taking turns shooting Kailua. There was absolutely no point in getting that drunk other than we could, and it was fun. I was one of the boys, laughing, making fun of myself, being witty and holding my own. I laughed so hard, my abs hurt and my eyes were watering. It felt good to laugh that hard. It’s been ages.
Home tomorrow. My own bed. My cats. My coffee. It'll be good to be home.
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