I can't remember if I've already explained the bangbang trip scenario and I'm too lazy to go back and read what I've written, so here goes. The bangbang trip is a trip of a specified distance, taken purely for a hook-up. I've now accompanied my roommate on two of these trips. It used to be a hardcore source of making fun of her, but the tides have changed a bit this weekend.
Long story short, (even though this probably won't be short), I'm slowly but surely accomplishing what this blog strives for - being slutty. So, on the drive down to Son Diago, I decided to call the guy from this post, we'll call him Conrad; yes, the one I talk about as my "crush for the night." Anyway, he tells me he has to work, but ends up driving down later in the day. Just to catch you up, Conrad is best friends with my roommates bangbang, and we've slept in the same bed together twice so far, both times nothing really happened.
So, here's what happened over the weekend. I had been trying to meet up with him a few times, as he lives RIGHT near my mom in OC. Of course I would rather hang with him than a full 48-hour weekend with my psycho!-therapist mom. Unfortunately, this never ended up happening, mostly because you can't plan meetups on Facebook, you need phone numbers. Anyway, this created quite a bit of buildup, which is something, as an Aries, I can't resist. So, when he arrived in SD, I was pretty much ready to roll. And when I say roll, I mean literally roll on the ground because I was WAY TOO DRUNK. Don't get me wrong, I remember (almost) everything, and I didn't do anything I didn't want to, but I kind of wish I could remember a bit more.
We started at this crazy pub crawl, and eventually ended up at my favorite bar in the area. I remember just over zero of our conversation, meaning I'm sure I was like BLAHBLAHblahwhocareswhatI'mtalkingabout. Fast-forward to our friends house, the one we're staying at. So basically my roommate went to the bangbang room with her dude, leaving me and Conrad...and our friend - not an ideal living room situation. Our friend falls asleep super fast, and literally would sleep through WWII. Adding to that, he's hardcore snoring. This would be annoying under normal circumstances, but instead, it was a nice way to assure that he was sleeping. We were on this foldout couch mattress situation with a sleeping bag and blankets, probably a pretty gross scene. I'm not going to go into detail, but music was on and things were happening. All of a sudden I realized that one roommate was not home yet, and that he would probably get home at an inopportune time. I said this to Conrad, and he literally opened the door 30 seconds later. I'm sure shit was pretty obvious, but we did not move until he was in his room, door closed. STRUGGLES. Long story short, we had a living room smush situation (sorry, I've been watching WAYYY too much Jersey Shore!).
So all in all, I am slowly but surely making this blog a reality. My definition of "slutty" is expanding, as well as my lifestyle.
XO, thanks for reading!
