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07/25/2005: "Party over"

Song of the Day: Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl

I am now the only Kallurian in Los Angeles, as Melantha went home today. Someone tell her that she doesn't NEED to go to class tomorrow, because her best friend is missing her like mad already!

To bring everyone up to date on the amount of drinking we did for the rest of the Kallurian Bikini Beach Party: we went through some beer while wearing our bikinis and lounging around the pool in the afternoon yesterday, and then last night we had mojitos (I had to make a face every time I took a sip, it tasted like mouthwash), Butterfinger martinis (absolutely heavenly, and totally worth the $10 they each cost), and tequila shots. The bar we were at was like something out of an LJ Smith novel, which was totally Kallurian-appropriate. At the end of the night, poor Staid had to haul our drunken arses home, because I (I can't speak for Melantha, but I suspect she was in the same boat) could not walk very well, at all.

And in case anyone thinks that we're just a bunch of drunkards (we are, at least during the time we spend together), we spent plenty of time yesterday soberly shopping, falling in love with MAC eyeshadow, watching Some Like It Hot, and eating Brazillian food.

And as retaliation for her leaving me to go to school, I just want to say, "Dane Cook is having a signing at the Tower Records on Sunset Bl. on Wednesday, which is five minutes from me, and if you hadn't gone home, YOU COULD GO." Now how am I going to pull off this Dane-napping plan?

Replies: 12 Comments

My favorite part was when we were walking by Famima!! and the cop stopped to ask us if everything was okay. Hehehehehehehehe whoops.

melanthaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!, Tuesday, July 26th

Dane-napping, eh? Well, you could always be first in line, bring an application for being a Kallurian cabana boy with you, and while he's filling it out, club him over the back of the head with your purse. Then you just need to drag him away before the throngs of fans can stop you.

Or, you could be last in line, stalk him back to his hotel, break into his room in the middle of the night, tie him up, and drag him back to your Uncle's. Then it's just a simple matter of stuffing him into your luggage and heading home.

Don't forget to poke a few breathing holes in there for him though... nothing worse than a flawless Dane-napping gone all decomposy...

DPearl, Tuesday, July 26th

Famima!! IEIEIE!! *dies*

And DPearl, how in the world did you know I carry a purse heavy enough to knock someone out with? (Melantha - here, put this in your purse, since you're carrying one. :D)

Brooke, Tuesday, July 26th

I've seen you fashion victim shirt pic. That purse is HUGE. :)

DPearl, Tuesday, July 26th

Bah, I spelled 'youR' wrong... well, actually, I just seemed to have forgotten to finish typing it... but still. Typo demons are over taking my keyboard!

DPearl, Tuesday, July 26th

Oh yeah. That purse is my gigantic monster that I carry everywhere. It's a pain in the ass and a half trying to find things in it.

Brooke, Tuesday, July 26th

You might be able to fit Dean in there... which takes care of the 'poking holes in your luggage' problem. :)

DPearl, Tuesday, July 26th

It's Dane. Blasphemer.

Brooke, Tuesday, July 26th

*Points to the typo demon*

DPearl, Tuesday, July 26th

Don't make excuses, dpearl.

melanthaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!, Wednesday, July 27th

But it's the only thing I'm good at... :)

DPearl, Wednesday, July 27th

thank god the party is over...I can stop drinking these damned margaritas now...oh geez my head ow.

Tara, Wednesday, July 27th