From: Expensive Mistakes
To: Sheena Gates
Date: Mon, Mar 8, 2010 at 10:33 AM
Subject: fyi: fuck you
dude. i was reading TFLN and this one made me snort and think of you:
484: thanks for singing to me while i puked last night
*snort*
love you bitchface xx
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From: Sheena Gates
To: Expensive Mistakes
Date: Mon, Mar 8, 2010 at 10:42 AM
Subject: Re: fyi: fuck you
Hahahaha. Do you remember I made you stop mid cotch so I could wee? Soon as I was finished, we flushed and you started again.
LOL. You’re a fun drunk. A vommy one, but a fun one. Your Boyfriend swearing at the chick in the bathroom still has me snorting.
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From: Expensive Mistakes
To: Sheena Gates
Date: Mon, Mar 8, 2010 at 10:44 AM
Subject: Re: Re: fyi: fuck you
i do not remember that. i also don’t remember how i got from movida to the car. Apparently I high-fived the bouncer on the way out – which I do *not* remember either. Bloody hell, I’m a freakin’ liability when there’s tequila involved.
i remember feeling fine, until i got into the car and The Boyfriend started driving. i remember phoning you to tell you i was kotsing. And laughing.
and i remember kotsing more at home. and giving you wet wipes because we’d run out of loo paper. and i remember The Boyfriend telling that chick in the girls’ loo to fuck off, but i do not remember snorting.
he was very cross with me when i got home. what did Jon say?
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From: Sheena Gates
To: Expensive Mistakes
Date: Mon, Mar 8, 2010 at 11:15 AM
Subject: Re: fyi: fuck you
LOL. Jon was just impressed that you didn’t kots INSIDE his car. There was a bit on the outside door though, he’s having it washed today. He was also well impressed that your boyfriend walked into the girls bathroom.
To: Sheena Gates
Date: Mon, Mar 8, 2010 at 11:49 AM
Subject: Re: Re: fyi: fuck you
K-lassy.
I had to sleep on my Boyfriend’s side of the bed, because it was closest to the toilet.
I remember my Boyfriend telling me something about some chick telling him he needed a pair of leather pants. I wonder w-tf that was about.
I remember you and I snorting our faces off at Jon. You know why.
I remember you and my Boyfriend trying to force me to drink water, and me refusing – why the fuck do people ALWAYS try make PUKING PEOPLE DRINK WATER – IT ONLY MAKES THEM PUKE MORE?! I mean, what’s up with that?
I remember going into the loo cubicle with you at Movida “because there was enough space” (me) and “there’s enough space to have an orgy in here” (you).
I remember a strip-show of sorts (not me) to some song off the Pulp Fiction sound track – anything else I’m missing?
To: Expensive Mistakes
Date: Mon, Mar 8, 2010 at 12:27PM
Subject: Re: fyi: fuck you
To: Sheena Gates
Date: Mon, Mar 8, 2010 at 12:37 PM
Subject: Re: Re: fyi: fuck you
I do not remember much about the stripper dance thing. I also don’t know wtf my Boyfriend was on about with some chick telling him he needed leather pants.
I do know, however, that I’m a very cheap date. I drank one double-vodka-double-lime, one Savanna Dry, one glass of champagne and about 10 tequilas. Definitely must, at this point, say thanks to SezLeigh for plying us with tequila. And must, also, avoid her and her tequila like the plague unless I’ve had a huge meal before going out with her.
I stupidly stuck to my usual ‘eating is cheating’ plan when it comes to getting drunk – ie: getting drunk super-fast on an empty stomach. For some reason, I always think that’s a grand idea, even though I usually land up regretting it. Clearly I never learn my lesson.
I remember taking @za5′s camera off him, and taking loads of pictures. They were all blurry. Must have been an indication of how drunk I was. Either that, or I’m blaming the camera.
To: Expensive Mistakes
Date: Mon, Mar 8, 2010 at 1:44 PM
Subject: Re: fyi: fuck you
Don’t forget to include:
Hahaha. I was BROKEN yesterday. Jon kept telling me “you should’ve vommed like Exmi, you would be feeling fine now”. I’m still fragile. Never tequilaring again. Ever.
.-= Shebee´s last blog ..Test Post From BlogDesk =-.
I vehemently deny it …. sorry you tripped over my crutch … was a awesome evening …
twas sheena who did the trippin’, not me…..i don’t even remember much of the stripper-type show
*snortcopter*
you fuckers. i am so fucking proud of you! waaaaaaah X
for a moment there i thought it said you tripped over greg’s crotch! LOL!!!
so *that’s* where you disappeared to!!!
think there were a number of very fragile people the next morning, probably thinking they hallucinated it all!
.-= cybersass´s last blog ..starting a scene… =-.
Holy mother of a goat!
I don’t know whether to be very jealous or very very relieved that I wasn’t a part of this madness,
You 2 are a breed all of your own.
Love you bitches
xx
P.S. Exmi, if you ever kots in my car I’m dropping you off at the kerb. Only I am allowed to kots in a Yaris.
.-= Goose´s last blog ..Kulula sucks! =-.
I was eating my dinner and reading and I didn’t even gag once! Are you proud of me? All talk of vomming… I definitely am. Haha.
Christ, just reading this and I have a hangover!!
Sounds like an awesome night. Best part?
“I just need to cotch one more time and I’ll be hundreds”
.-= sleepyjane´s last blog ..And she smiled a little and said; “You’ll see, just you wait.” =-.
oh my LOL, I would not be able to keep up with you ladies! You Durban ladies are hardcore!
Shocking. Absolutely shocking.
So did you clear up the issue of the leather pants?
.-= Angel´s last blog ..So Much Of Recognition, It’s Like Wow! =-.
Lovely.
funniest read i’ve had in hours.. 