By Invitation Only

So, babies. I'm heading out on the town this evening. Well, this afternoon rather. I get out very early on Fridays and so me and a bunch of my colleages head over to the bar we love (hot waiters, pitchers that are mostly alcohol, and ridiculous mood lighting--it's black in there by 7--a sexual predator's dream!) and start tankin' up almost immediately. I am fucked by 9.

So, me and 31 are the cruise directors for these little soirees. We didn't want to be, but somehow it just happened that way. It's so high school (how appropriate) how I'll like, sidle up next to some teacher in the hallway and be like, "You going to be at the, uh..."afterschool meeting" on Friday?" Yeah, I'm hella smooth!! And then they'll be like, "Really? You sure? Is it okay?"

AGHHH! We're all peers here. We all need to get shit-faced to the same degree! Like I would be all, "No, you're not one of the popular kids! Get fucked!" I know this makes me look like such a bitch. I'll even get the casual, "Hey, can I come with you guys tonight?"

Just come. Really. I never get my shit together till the last minute. Expect that you are always invitied. The time and place never changes. Fuck, just come already and stop making me and 31 look like those girls in high school that we hated. FUCK!

I need a drink. And conveniently enough...