Sunday, June 21, 2009

Honest to blog



This fanny pack would be a wise investment for me. Ready for some story time? Well ready or not here it comes. A couple years ago while I was in my prime drinking days, not knowing my limit or not caring... I do not recall, I went out with my roommate at the time and her ex boy. We started pre funking at her exes apartment while playing darts. Our intentions were to go for dinner and drinks but somehow dinner became drinks and we didn't eat. After a few or possibly more like five beers we headed to Three Thirty Three. Ok, I have to admit I barely remember how we got to the bar. We get to 333 and with the influence of my drunk roomie, decide the best drink of the night would be dirty martinis. This would have been fine if I had eaten that dinner previously mentioned.


We were all glam and fab while drinking, flirty and talking with friends. And then this girl that supposedly is a stylist for celebs (right, she was dressed like she was an extra in Dynasty.) This ultra annoying chick decided to pull the bobby pins out of my hair and give me the "Donna Martin do", she claimed it was the in do for all celebs. Umm I may be an Idaho girl but I keep up on the hottest trends and this was so 1996! I am getting a little off track, you are probably wondering what the chick trying to make me over has to do with me needing a fanny pack. I am getting to it, promise...
So she does the do, I turn to my roomie and make her fix it, chick tried to put it back to the Donna Martin. And that is when it starts to get even more fuzzy. I know I slammed down a 2nd dirty martini while all this was happening. And then stumbled to the bathroom. Then it all goes black.


Apparently I threw up in the lovely bathroom. Roomie came and found me, held my hair, washed me up and took me outside for some fresh air. Roomies ex shoved us in a cab back to Irvine. I awoke the next morning without my life (IE, purse which consisted of cellphone, wallet, id, even my social security card was in there!!!). I was a shit show and that fanny pack could have been a great wing man on more than one occasion.
Please tell me I am not the only one.

14 comments:

  1. PS blogger and I are not getting along, I swear I had the spacing all perfecto before I hit post. Grrr

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  2. I lost count of all my lost bags, ugh!!
    Now I need to know where that fanny bag is from?
    LOVE IT!!

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  3. It's from Urban Outfitters!!

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  4. LMAO...I can safely say in many of my drunken debacles I am pretty good about minding my purses...from what I remember and am told I say 3 things constantly when I'm drunk..."Don't judge me"..."Make sure I have my ID"...."Where is my phone"....lol

    however...YES the fanny pack would have DEFINITELY been beneficial!

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  5. You are not the first my friend. Not the first...

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  6. You are not alone. And blogger is an asshole!

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  7. def not alone. i dig it and would totally rock that.

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  8. Oh boy...you're not alone! I could have used a chic pack many times...

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  9. Haha, good times.

    And you live in Irvine? I went to school there!

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  10. Seriously, there have been so many times I have woken up and immediately checked for my phone, ID, and money/cards. I've been lucky so far!

    We all need to rock the fanny pack!

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  11. How dare you show me a fanny pack I kind of love... I was happily living in ignorance!

    ;-)

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  12. Jeff and I always say "Check the vitals" before we leave an establishment after a few libations...vitals being phone, keys, ID, debit card...

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  13. I'm in love with that fanny pack! drooools...
    wanna get one haha

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  14. Sounds lke my bachelorette party, and the exact reason I want a fanny pack as well.

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