i'm a naughty school girl and it's my birthday!

oh man! i was the drunk girl at the bar last night. not *A* drunk girl, but *THE* drunk girl. the drunkest skank in the place.

and now, at eleven a.m. i am paying the price of my binge party last night. my head is throbbing and my vision is still blurry. oy!

it was "naughty school girl" night at a bar by my place. so me & about 10 of my gfs dressed up as slutty as we could and rolled over there. after one drink the party was not up to our liking, so we decided to go over to our regular hang out bar. mind you, this was NOT the bar that was having a costume party, so we went knowing full well that we were going to get some looks.

and looks we got!!! the second we walked up the stares and chatter started. we pretended it was my birthday, since we needed a reason we were all slutted-out.

when we walked through the bar, it was like the parting of the red sea. within 5 seconds we were getting names, drinks and numbers. fan-fucking-tastic!!!

since it was "my birthday", i didn't end up paying for anything...yet i was bombed the entire night.

i remember going around the bar, grabbing guys' packages "since it was my birthday". i cannot believe how forward i am when i am drunk. i flirt hard core with random guys, i go right up and say hi, i'll whisper suggestive phrases in their ears (letting my lips graze their cheeks). i found one dorky guy that i fancied. of course, he has to be from out of town! damnit! he will hereby be called "mt. chicago", since that's where he lives.

at one point i was making out with mr. chicago up against a wall, with his hand up my skirt & my hands on his ass. he followed me over to the bar and pressed up against me as i was trying to order. being drunk, i had zero inhibitions so i thought giving him a handjob was a good idea. yes, a handjob right there, in line at the bar with him standing behind me. i guess i didn't do too good of a job being sly about it as the bartender totally called me out. he pointed to me and told the entire bar how scandalous i was. heh heh! oh well, i guess good news travels fast. and i don't think i'll be going to my favorite bar anymore.

at closing time i was in no mood for an after party, even though my gf was begging me to go back to the guys' hotel room. i just wanted to go to the bathroom and throw up. my fast-thinking gf pulled the car over for me to hack up all the booze i drank (stupidly, on an empty stomach). at that point i had no shame left due to the extreme pounding in my head and spinning of the room. she dropped the guys off, i gave mr. chicago a quick grope and a kiss and that was the end of that relationship.

i moaned, "take me home quick, i'm dying" to my gf. she asked if i wanted food. i said i wanted to barf. she asked if i wanted water. i said i wanted to barf.

when we got in front of my house, i rolled out of her front seat onto the road. i was on all fours, praying to barf to get it over with. she dragged me into my apartment, took my boots off and gave me water & asprin. she even took my dogs out to pee. gotta love her for that! what a great friend.

i think i learned my lesson. don't wear school girl outfits to bars- it only leads to trouble!