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Posted by
Dolorosa on Tuesday, May 28, 2002 - 04:05 AM PST
Alright...lessee, where to start, how to begin? Well, at the beginning I'd figure. So hear I go, about to tell the story of what might have been the best, simplest and most enjoyable weekend I've had in a long, long time...maybe the best period.
Memorial days weekend, Saturday morning. I had to work friday night, even though everybody else had it off. I was tired, drained and pretty much exhausted. The stresses of work and life in general were slowly beginning to etch away at the indomitable Dolo.
And then I run into Morte and a coupla' other friends at the smoke deck. The Blonde girl and the brunette girl were there too of course...we're pretty much a pack now.So we get a bunch of people together and decide, well fuck...it's the weekend, we're all wasted, so lets go and do something fun. Morte is housesitting for a buddy of ours, and the guy pretty much gave us free reign to throw parties and such at his place while he was gone. So we pack up, and head out...buying a crapload of alcohol on the way out.
This isn't your normal group of beer-addled sailors either. These are the good kids, the one's that look out for eachother and generally don't get into much trouble (well..caught at least).
We get there, spread out and get down to our drinking, laughing and having fun. Nothing big really...two guys played Axis and Allies all night, the blonde girl (yaay!) and myself pretty much got wasted and made out like a couple of highschool kids when no one was looking. And everybody else was basically watching movies and having fun. Nothing spectacular, no bar hopping or nothing...just fun.
We played Asshole too...thats a great game, I got to be president twice in a row and made up all sorts of bullshit rules...eventually we all just got too drunk to even play.
I bust out my Tarot, and we just kind of find places to crash for the night. I had a minor Darkside crisis (I do that when I get drunk sometimes...get really sinister) but other than that, it was a good night. I woke up at six o'clock Sunday morning and realized I had fallen asleep in a chair. So I went to go find the Blonde girl and lay down next to her...she's so adorable when she sleeps. On the way I get to see Morte and the Brunette girl crashed out in the bed together...awww.
So sunday rolls on in, most of the group goes home. Morte, the Girls and the Axis and Allies guys are the only ones left...and we decide to lazy sunday it. I swear we didn't move much, in the morning Morte and I jetted out to get some donuts and orange juice (We had a buttload of hungover sailors) but other than that, we just sorta' lounged around the place like a bunch of bloated lions after devouring a wildebeast or something...watching movie after movie. It was freaking great.
It got really cool that night. Me and the blonde girl hit it off fully...she just sorta' disappeared into one room and when I went to go lay down with her...well, the bruises, bite marks and lacerations are still forming. It kinda' felt like sleeping with a bobcat, a really hot bobcat.
Come monday morning...I think we all started moving at around three in the morning. All tired, bleary eyed and shiny...you know, the afterglow of a really nice, yummy weekend.
I did get the crap scared out of me though...when Morte walked out of the room, we said our "hi's" and all...then out of nowhere, from behind him jumps the Brunette girl, sans pants and drags him back into the shadows. I just kind of stood there in shock for a moment. Then went back to watching Jacob's Ladder or something. Finally we all come back home...shower, shave, yaddah-yaddah...and then go back to work.
It doesn't seem like much really, no wild adventures, barroom brawls or rampant kinky sexcapades (well...) but still, it was one of those simple, pleasant, and just freaking fun nights...marathon sex didn't hurt it much either...
Yeah...so there, thats all I have to say about that.
I just hope my wounds, bitemarks and bruises heal up before I acquire any more...or I'll look like the victim of a hate crime.
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Re: Like a Pack of Bloated Lions.
by Ironboots on May 28, 2002 - 05:00 AM
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Who would dare commit a hate crime against the warm-and-fuzzy dolorosa?
But whatever... My weekend was alright... I just spent the night at a friends house. We went to the store, loaded up the cart with all sorts of crap junk food (hey, if you're too young to drink, then sugar's your only alternative) and carried it home. Then we ate all of it (I hate sugar now) while watching Vampire Hunter D and Excel Saga (Its better to watch when you're on a sugar high... Poor menchii)
But I really don't care for junk food now...
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Re: Like a Pack of Bloated Lions.
by Comedian (eccentrically_long@yahoo.com)
on May 28, 2002 - 06:00 AM
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Shit.
I spent my saturday in a fever pitch feeling like a baby while I died slowly and skimmed through 500 chyannels of crap on the TV. Sunday I felt strong and powerful again, so I took a few steps, promptly fell down, and swore not to do anything again until monday. Sheesh.
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Lousy ways of spending a weekend
by Arthegarn on May 28, 2002 - 02:39 PM
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Well, count me in the Envy group.
I spent my weekend (well, actually that includes a couple of days before I took as holiday) correcting my 207 students' end-of-term reports. Some of them as long as 150 pages. I swear to you all I've been four nights dreaming about nothing but P.E.R.T.s and Linear Responsibility Charts. I was used to dreaming with sexy girls with very little clothing, this is a distasteful change. I even dreamt tonight about this girl who would sleep with me if I could PERT-chart the night, and then I spent the rest of the dream making the chartttt!!.
So it's good to know your romance endures, Dolorosa. I might have not written much but I have read almost all, I will return shortly, in mid-july the latest, with a couple of interesting stories, including a photo of mine in court, with the robes over my "gothic" suit (cross included, long story)
By the way, does anyone know about Schizo?
Arthegarn
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Re: Like a Pack of Bloated Lions.
by ravinsaend (-)
on May 28, 2002 - 09:48 PM
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Well..that sounds about like my weekend. Minus the mrathon sex part, since at them moment I'm avoiding people so I don't get distracted from fixing my screwed up little life. But hey, I haven't enjoyed a good weekend like this one in years upon years, so it's ll good.
Oh, and why let them heal? "War-scars" are fun for messing with people. Especially if you get one thats used to seeing a quieter side of you. Believe me, I had al kinds of fun this weekend just screwing with everyone I know's heads.
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Re: Like a Pack of Bloated Lions.
by Ianthe99 on May 29, 2002 - 04:58 PM
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Sounds like fun!
My Saturday ws pretty good.. Luckily my marks are all hidden, (tee hee) I've got the dental records of my fav-o-rite DJ at the moment tho.. on my thigh! (and my arm, and my shoulder)
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Re: Like a Pack of Bloated Lions.
by Xaoswolf (Xaoswolf@hotmail.com)
on May 30, 2002 - 11:58 AM
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I tried to have a weekend like that, with the drinking, and the movies, and the sex, but well, liz never invited her hot friends, and the movies were drowned out by my friends being annoying drunks, I really need new friends. Can I come over and party with you next time??? Please??? I'll bring rice krispy treats.
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Re: Like a Pack of Bloated Lions.
by MorteAscendo on May 31, 2002 - 04:30 AM
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All i gotta say is that, even though of all the drugs the psychiatrist has me on, or the deep depression that ive lived with for so long, that weekend made me so GOD DAMN "naturaly" happy for once. Mebbe i shouldnt have been drinking while on anti-depressants but hey, i gotta get my kicks. But waking up after 2 hours of sleep to Dolo and the blonde girl sleeping on the floor of the bed me and the brunette chick where in was kinda funny, but i was on some kind of high because at 630am when me and Dolo got the donuts, i spent $15 just on the donuts, and like another 20 buckaroos on fuckin Smokes.....muhahahahaha....and there i am driving my Skyline doing 140 klicks down highway 58!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
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Yargh!
by Dolorosa on Jun 01, 2002 - 11:51 AM
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Oooh...the sheer fucking irony is totally kick me in the nuts now...dammit.
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