Beaster Sunday started kinda nice. I decided to wear my white pants against my better judgement and against Kirsten's recommendation. When else would I ever wear them?
So we popped a cork of bubbly for breakfast, had a nice toast to Jesus, and headed to Harrah's Casino for our Easter Brunch Buffet w/complementary Champagne from 11:00 to 2:45 (or a little later if you make friends with Scookeesha).
So, let's think for a while about how we should burn off all of the calories from the mashed potatoes with gravy, the side of lard, and the whatever-stuffed whatevers......
Hey, I know!
TWO, THREE, FOUR! DANCE IT OFF!!!!!
Feeling better now, I fluff Brandy's corsage and my boutonniere (that I made from ribbons and marshmallow Peeps) and we proceed to the Chart Room where we drank many splits of champagne, met some characters, watched Brandy spill 2 drinks, got free jukebox money, and somehow obtained a fake flower bouquet.
I may have the order wrong, but I remember Timmy and Brandy stopping to buy street meat from some black lady with a cart full of meat pies. Gross. I'm still baffled that she told me not to publish the picture I took of her because she was "copyrighted." WTF?
Wait! Random pole dance!
We had more cham-pain at Good Friends. The balcony seemed like a good place to check messages, take pics of drag queens, or pass out for a few minutes.
I was happy to meet up with Laurie, baby Allie, and friends (dressed in full homemade furry bunny outfits) so I could play with my baby gurl. She ate my Peeps.
As far as the rest of the night went, RANDOM POLE DANCE!!!!
We went to places that we do not talk of, did things we do not talk of, and came home with tips that Timmy won't talk of. Somehow, T and I found the car and I could actually operate it enough to drive down Canal Street to pick up poor Brandy from the corner where we left her with blisters on both pinkie toes. Good thing that Mexican boy was there to keep her company and try to take her back to his casa for some el sexo.
Next year, B and I have decided we had better go to church or something to try and balance out the debauchery from this year. I'm okay with that. As long as we get outta church in time to get to Harrah's.
11 comments:
i'm calling my lawyer. i think i have a solid case. what think you 'state of denial' (aka ANTD)? if the OTHER pictures surface, a very solid case fo sho' a huge case of libel and defamation. chris, thank you for documenting the, how should i put this: the 'clean' parts.
p.s. the one 'pole dance' portrait of you and bee should at least be short-listed for a pulitzer prize. and i will pay for the vaccinations from the proceeds. boo-yoow.
I just want to know what the white pants looked like after...........
Kevin
like my pants made it home! kidding. i burned them whilst wearing a Hazmat suit.
I don't even know where to begin.
I'll start with saying that you guys looked very pretty. But, of course that's always the case.
I will also mention that you, Chris, look like you've been practicing some new dance moves. I remember a few of those from back in our day, but one or two of them I found to be very fresh and new. Nice work.
B was gorgeous, as usual, and I'm happy to hear that she didn't take Juan Perez up on his offer. Mexican sex is overrated.
Now, onto T. I know my boy enjoys his afternoon catnap, but at GOOD FRIENDS!?!! I think I should have kept him here with me, in 'burque, away from such bad influences.
And lastly, could I please see the OTHER pictures?
oh. my. god. i miss you all so goddamn much. you are a brilliant blogger and a stone cold freak. I LOVE YOU!!!
erin. yes, i have been practicing some new moves. some are ready. some are not. i might could finalize them quicker if you were here to help me. like the old days. as for the OTHER pics....that would have to be approved by one Timmy D first.
kirsten. we love you too, my baby. and stone cold freak? ahh, yeah! you makes me feel so good!
oh. oh. oh. i laughed, i cried...i feel like i sinned with you and was reborn. just like jebus.
damn, those crab legs look really good. and the peeps, how loverly.
i showed a colleague here the photos/debauchery and she said, did any of them get a tattoo? i did that one easter.....
she's from louisiana.
also, boy, for libel and defamation...it has to not be true. as you are CLEARLY bustin' a move, eatin' a meat pie and then sleep' sur le balcon at GF's, well i'm thinking your best option is to claim that you had a fit of religious ecstacy or something.
Fun times... you fools is krazy.
I am so jealous! I miss you guys!!
Love-love,
CF*
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