Ok, girls in California have nothing on Girls from Vegas...I mean it's not the difference in how they dress...its just the girls...they don't compare. But if it wasn't for 2 girls from Australia there, I probably would never remember this night.
For some reason I decided to start dancing, not real dancing, not freak dancing, not ballroom dancing...just stupid "hey look at me" dancing. Joel, sitting on the couch laughing his ass off decides to throw me a bottle which I caught like a champ, you would think i played tight end for the Packers. For some reason though I had to be fancy with the throwback, a simple toss wouldn't do. No I had to go behind my back. My dumb ass hit this poor Australian girl right in the forehead.
I spent the next 30minutes helping her clean up the blood and her wound. I've never felt so bad in my life...yet it still remains hysterical. That poor girl now has to live with a gash over her eye for the rest of her life, and every time she does her hair or make up...she gets to think of me (I guess thats not that bad)
Moral of the story...Not even I can be bad ass all the time.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment