my saturday in list form...

i've been really into lists today.

woke up slightly drunk from boozing it with my parents in celebration of my lil bro's triumphant graduation from high school.

took a l o n g shower, only to emerge and come face to face with an elderly, white-haired and bespectacled gentleman.

sat in that secret garden behind that stony historic house in georgetown. spilled pink ice cream all over myself and became a giddy, sugary mess.

had a delicious burger at johnny rockets. smiled a lot at a very small boy of possibly 2 years of age with uber pale skin, piercing blue eyes, and foppish hair. he cried and turned red. then he stole a decorative balloon from the booth where he was sitting and he was happy again.

3 hour shopping trip at target with big mama and arikins. helped my mom find the most perfect pair of jeans that she's ever had and she looks amazingly hot in them. i caught her checking out her reflection (read: ARSE) in the darkened windows of the kitchen. i smiled.

dressed and primped for a night on the town in my slutty dress from guess? clearance with the cutout back and small, small skirt. finished off the look with undergarments that were meant to be seen - bright pink stretchy bra that looks like a bathing suit and black stretchy underwear that also looks like a bathing suit. 4-inch heel, knee-high boots. heavy black eyeliner and glossy pale lips. i was like a saucier, browner nancy sinatra.

pinned my filthy hair back to help minimize the probability of sweat-induced frizz. success.

headed to arlington to meet up with the ladies, blasting and re-blasting defcon by supersystem (formerly el guapo).

ate a delicious cookie.

classed it up at Local 16. had cucumber salad, seared salmon, and pinot grigio. lots of giggles, gregarious exhibitions of my self-confidence, and witty (and oftentimes, unwitty) comments on the busted nature of the faces around us.

called lovely london tom to come meet up with us.

strutted down u street, model-style to chi cha lounge. more drinks and secondhand inhalations of apple-tinged smoke. fake flirting with tom, who came dressed to murder, behind kim's back on the couch.

a long and windy drive to the mystery club that was hidden among the overpasses of north capitol ave.

bypass long lines by whining to the slick-haired, besuited bouncer. exorbitant cover charge.

standing around for a while. mugged for the club photographer against the wall with the awesome speakers in faux-gold frames. a very friendly mystery man bought us drinks. we repaid the favor by suggestively eating cherries that he held out to us. innuendo rules.

shamelessly flirted with a younger man who was the little brother of a friend of a friend. more drinks, more dancing with bek.

bobbed and weaved through the beer-bellied pre-strippers who were dancing up on the bar sans underwear. felt many hands against my bare legs and in the cutout back part of my "dress".

showed a bunch of people my awesome pink bra. at this point, the alcohol coursing through my veins caused me to become even more enamoured with my luscious stems, so i posed and kicked and played on the couch. showed dex my underwear.

avoided the amourous advances of a pleasant fellow who bought me a drink earlier in the night. i probably offended him since i held his hand, but wouldn't venture up to the dj booth with him as the night was winding down.

hit bek in the face with my nose.

the younger man from earlier reemerged. lots of public making out under the ledge where the djs played and even more silly makeout talk and ego stroking. caught a very short man watching. kissing in the dj booth.

discovered my friends had dipped, so me and my makeout partner caught a cab with the rest of his crew and the older brother graciously (and drunkenly) offered to let me crash at his pad.

standing around. until a key jingled and i was whisked up to the roof, beer in hand and a song in my heart. ask me for details and you know i will gladly and verbosely divulge.

slept awkwardly and sweatily on a rapidly deflating air mattress, avoiding mid-sleep sexual advances.

awoke to two day old, smeared eyeliner. found that my hair was sexily mussed.

delicious thai food.

long walk to a lovely air conditioned car and in no time at all i was back at my car in arlington, having long ago shed my painful (yet sexy) boots.


[side note: this dealie took me nearly an hour to complete because i was interrupted by a half hour phone call from my pink conversed love from a few weekends passed. giddy, even though i shouldn't be...]