i'm wearing a skirt!
ok, so we're in starbucks and there's 2 guys alternately playing sax, guitar, bass and african drums. real nice. oh! before we left the house we were all "that song is so annoying, but i think of it everytime anyone says it's hot" and we were talking about that song, it's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes. well guess what the guy played on his guitar? YES!

well we had to borrow charis and couches from people because as soon as i sat in andy's lap she dropped the orange juice cap thing down the back of my shirt and i later had to go to the bathroom to retreive it from my underwear. then we found a big empty area full of couches on our way back from the toilets and migrated there. so these guys come in, and as they're walking up the stairs, one of them's hocking a loogie and i go "manly men are coming up the stairs!" so the guys all stop and turn to look at us. it was me, small, loud, dressed like a guy in an oversized taz shirt, khaki straight legs and wannabe-converse. it was jessye, obviously american, with her pink underside hair and flowy light skirt and converse, it was sarah who was rather normal and quiet, and andy with the hair. need i say more?

well as they walk on, looking for places to sit, one of them, the shortest of them all, long curly hair, board shorts, REALLY REALLY REALLY nice ass, cute face.... he starts dancing, only it's not your expected dancing. he just walks by, wiggles his cute little but as if independent from the rest of his body and moves on. we're all in silence. then i trun around and ask sarah "did you see that?" and she goes "i saw" jessye whips her head around and goes "oh my God!" and andy, the only who didn't see it goes "what what what?" so we tell her, and we notice the guy and his friends STILL have no place to sit. so i go "excuse me! EXCUSE ME!" and he and his mates turn around and i go, "can you do that again, please?" he blushes, gets a little embarassed, and mummbles something, then turns around and does it again. we applaud and whoot. so he and his friends sit across from us, on comfy couches. well we have a good time, laugh, hit on sarah (andy gets all defensive of her little sister)

jessye: sarah, i love you!
andy: 1-stop hitting on my little sister. 2-stop hitting on YOUR COUSIN!

good times. finally, we leave. right befoer we get up, this guy is standing behind andy, just looking at the back of her head. ("he's trying to decide if it's blue or green." "guess her real hair colour! it's like a gameshow!") she notices, turns around and goes "hello" and the guy goes "hello. how're you?" and she goes "i'm good," and he's all "good." and walks away. when we're leaving he walks next to me down the stairs and goes "hello" and i respond "hello" and he goes "where're you from?" and i go "around here" and he's all "here? really?!" and i nod and smile then he goes "how old are you?" and i go "not old enough" and he's all "why?" and i say "cuz i'm still young, i go to school" and he goes "where do you go?" and i go "home" and he says "oh ok. i'll see you later" and i say "ok" and he (surprised) "really? i'll see you later?" and i go "yeah, see ya" and walk away. funnyyyyy.

it gets better.

we're in fanar and the hot guy with the hot ass comes up to us and goes "we just wanted to know your names" and andy goes "well that's too bad" and he goes "why?" and she goes "cuz we don't want you to know our names" and he goes why not? and i step in since andy's about to blush which wouldn't helo any i go "ok, SHE'S my girlfriend. so you can't hit on her when i'm here." and the guy turns to me, as if noticing i'm there for the first time and goes "well why not?" and i go "because she's MINE." and he goes "oh.... ok.." and walks away. andy calls at his back "if you were a girl i'd hit on you" and someone goes "you have great hair" and we go our separate ways. sarah was distrubed. "why do you always tell people that you're a lesbian?" "because it's FUN and it WORKS." *sigh* good times. the rest of the evening was pretty much boring.

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