Mean Girls

Def one of my fave weekends of the summer....
Friday night interesting to say the least. What started off as a normal evening turned into some random, practically side-splitting laughter action (well, for the girls anyways). After work, Lindsey accompanied me on my valour catoure shopping excursion. Went to Noodles for din-din since Lindsey, unbelieveable as it seems, had never been to one. After some fine Wisconsin macaroni and cheese, we decided to visit 'Leeners and Karzon, then headed to the 'Naw for a fishbowl/ Miller Lite and Pop-o-matic Trouble action. On the way to the 'Naw, a couple Packers (prob rookies) were hanging out in the VMC lot. One of them stopped us and asked for a lighter, so I was all "yeah thug, I have one" (well, not exactly in those words). He wanted me to throw it over the bushes cause we can't interact with them or some shit. He was being all shady cause some white truck pulled up by the lot and he asked the other Packer, the one who looks like Lil' Jon, if that was the coach (their curfew was in like 15 mins and I guess the Packer who had asked for the lighter 1. didn't want the coach to know he smoked, and 2. he probably wasn't supposed to be talking with us). I handed him the lighter and he was being all weird about lighting it. He seriously held it by his crotch, instead of his mouth, to light the thing. He was like "You ladies know what this is? It's a Black & Mild," probably scurred that we were assuming it was cannibus sativa, which we did at first. He asked what we were up to, then we were on our way. Then we hear "Ladies! Ladies! Can I borrow a light again?" as he was like jumping through the bushes and running toward us down Third Street. Once again, he held the stogie down by his crotch and was trying to light it. Hi. Maybe it was his first cigar and he was confused, I dunno. Doesn't he watch TV or movies? Don't any of his friends or relatives smoke? Anyways I told him it would probably work better if he held the cigar in his mouth and then sucked on it. Yeah so that was that. Kind of exciting. Sucks for the Packers that they have to be tucked in by 11 pm and we can all go out *hahahaha*
We made it to the 'Naw and just sat at a table, playing board games (one of our new "trends," whatever you wanna call it). After some time, this guy came up to us, drunk off his ass, sat down next to me and started reciting his entire life story. This was basically a one-sided conversation because I have no interest in silos, Kakaunaw, or aircraft machinery (no offense to anyone who is absoluately obsessed with silos). What was I going to do? Tell him to shut up? I need a back bone. Anyway, Lindsey and I decided to slam our drinks so we could get the F outta there. He wanted my number but I refused to give it to him so he decided to jot down his (didn't get the hint I guess.. not the brightest Crayola in the box). We went back to Kathleen's place where we proceeded to tell her and Jenny the anecdote. Now, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but we thought it would be hilarious if we call this guy and tell him to meet "me" (which in reality was um, no one) at the back doors of VMC. I'm sure all of you are aware that the "common folk" of Green Bay (aka anyone who is not a Packer slash Packer coach) is not permitted in VMC or the VMC lot. Jenny called this guy and left a message (to paraphrase, "Hey! This is Sara. I had a great time tonight and was wondering if you wanted to meet up with me later. Too bad you missed your call."), of course the call was *67'ed and turned up restricted on his phone. We decided to call again 20 mins later and this time he actually answered. Jenny's going on, pretending to be me about how "I" had a "great time" and wanted to meet up with him outside of VMC which was "my dorm." She told him to be outside VMC in 10 mins and to just bang continuously on the back door until "I" answer because "my room" was on the first floor in the corner. Soooo Lindsey and I had to change clothes so this guy didn't recognize us (I had to pull my hair up as well) and we all walked out in our sexy hoodies and boxers (lol, it looked ridic). Started walking down Third Street and all of a sudden we see the gross guy from the 'Naw riding his bike (not a motorcycle, a bicycle) down the sidewalk. Of course we bolted behind some trees, practically peeing our pants from laughing. For a while we felt a little guilty for doing this to some poor drunk guy, assuming he'd be arrested for banging on the Packers' dorm and ending up on the morning news but then we realized for a second time that this situation was pretty GD hilar. We never really found out what had happened to him.... I think he just sort of disappeared in thin air because I doubt he made it to VMC. Oh well. That'll teach him to hit on girls at bars when he has black fingernails and is somehow going on about silos for a half hour.
Okay, now Saturday! Yeah I know, this is getting long. Whatev. Saturday I had to work at a kid's club event and the desk at the mall for six hours on no food in like 24 hrs (yes, my fault) so I wasn't too thrilled to say the least. Finally got off work and checked into the Radisson (shout out to Cousin who got a sweet ass room discount and casino package!). Met up with Kimmy, Kathleen, Jenny, Markie and Marc at SNC and made our way to Miss Marxie's party. Apparently they were waiting for me to show up to start Flippy Cup Inferno. Super pumped. I was on the Good Guys (for some reason) and actually made third place so I was happy about that (I averaged at 1.5 flips!). Around 11 or so we all made our way to the Bar East. I ordered a Malibu and pineapple which turned out to be cheap vodka and a splash of pineapple (YUCK!), so I had to ask for a new one. After the Bar East we met up with Jeff and Linds at Pi since Hip Cats' line was wayyyyy long. *Funny side note about Hip Cats line: I saw on my house caller ID that we got a call at 12:40 this morning and I guess my 'rents weren't too thrilled about that. It was from my friend Kat who yes, was drunk, but knows better not to call past midnight. Welllll what we're thinking is that when she saw me in line at Hip Cats, she yelled "SARA GLASER!," probably had a voice activated cellie and it called (my parents didn't hear anyone talking back to them but they said there was a "party-like background").* Back to the story. We went back to Pi, chilled a bit, went to the Lexus where it was basically a freak show, then Markie and I were getting a lil tired so we decided to retire to the Rad. Overall, a great night.... def looking forward to the next Nosh.
Today was nice and lax.... Markie treated me, Marc and Kimmy to lunch at Pine Tree Grill, a restaurant inside the Radisson. We then made our way to Bay Park to browse around. Went to Olive Garden for an early dinner (Loves that place!) then Coldstone for some ice cream although we were absolutely stuffed from the OG. After visiting with my 'rents and Milo for a bit, it was time for the outta towners to head home *sigh*
Now? Going on a walk with 'Leeners. I need to walk off my unlimited soup & salad from OG (although I only had two bowls, lol. Yes Sara(h)s, I know what you're thinking... that's an all-time low for me). See yas!