Drunk Girls...

Don't you love when your old friend from elementary/middle/high school that lives in another state calls you and lets you know that she'll be in town for a week and wants to see you? Doesn't it sound so fun? You can reminisce on childhood memories, visit her house and see what her family has been up to, go out to the bar and have a couple of drinks, and then say goodbye for the night and make plans for the rest of the week. Sounds perfect, doesn't it?

You know what sucks? When said friend goes to the bar with you and tries to hook up with a douchebag, and then expects you to be there for her, hours later.

This happened to me tonight.

My BFF is in town for a week from NYC. Better, she was in LA for a while a couple of months ago and became fast friends with my obsession -- ADAM LAMBERT!!!!!!! -- and so she had some good stories to tell.

I'm now going to post a picture of her and Adam, mostly so that the one I post next isn't so horrible (she's on the right):



Anyway... so tonight we went out and had a good time and this and that and I got some insider info on mah boo Adam, etc. -- until some frat boy asshole started talking to her. After that? Nothing, except for the occasional "Can you find me a cigarette?" or "Can I bring my friend back to your place and do you have booze?" type question.

She decided to go home with the frat boy and, despite all of my advice, was incredibly confident in her decision. So, if you were me, you'd assume that she had a great night with the guy and would call you to check in the next day, right?

No! She realized an hour later that the whole thing was a mistake and begged for me to rescue her:



Well, what do you know? Drunk girl made a mistake and now expects her BFF to be the knight in shining armor! Not cool. That said, and as much as I may have wanted to teach her a lesson, of course I went and got her.

She is now resting comfortably on my second couch, hopefully sleeping away the memories of the guy that she tried to get ~all up on~ just a few hours ago. I don't want anything back from her, and I'd never ask for a favor in return, because the fact that I was able to snap a picture like this of her on my couch is payment enough for any of her indiscretions:



Don't hate me, darling.

Plus, the Michigan blanket suits you well. GO BLUE!