drunk dialing, a night gone blurry

by popular demand I shall share me weekend adventures. So as most of you know I was home in Los Angeles for a week and those of you that did not call me to make plans, fuck you guys. So ya'll missed out on a very drunk Vica, which as I heard was a sight to see, since I have bare recollections of the evening's activities. So the evening only happened because my cousin Anya took her MCAT that morning. This girl spent like 3 months locked up in her room learning chemistry and this was her night. So the people were Katya, Anya, Marik, and myself. And let me just say that we all looked glamorous, but unfortunately forgot my camera but take my word for it. Lets just say that I got out of my SF hermit shell and did the LA thing for a night. So in an effort to celebrate Anya's freedom and my coming of age, we went to City Walk. I have not been there in a really long time, but for those of you who have never been there here is the scene: Loud Latino music playing in the courtyard and drunk happy couples dancing, little kids running in and out of a fountain, loud loud music coming from everywhere, lines outside of busy bars, bright neon lights, you get the picture. Started off at a Cantina drinking Margaritas but my entourage quickly forgot that I despise tequila, but to my surprise it wasn't that bad. We then went to another bar, I forgot what it was called because this is where I lost my common sense. All I know is that this place was packed, there were 2 guys playing on two different pianos like battling each other out on requested songs. They were loud, obnoxious, and fuckin awesome playing all the good stuff. The waitresses were skinny girls in bathing suits giving shots to men from test tubes administered with whipped cream. After a few horrible and expensive drinks Katya and I decided to go for the shots, a sure way to get drunk. So there I was in this loud and colorful place watching some dude up on the stage imitating Elvis Presley, my head was spinning. I go outside, time for some drunk dialing. Somehow I ended up on the phone with Polishuk, really.. was that you? We don't ever really talk on the phone and I thought you were in NY? Some guy started talking to me while I was on the phone and I found him to be very rude, especially when he asked ME to buy HIM a beer. I told him hell no go buy your own fuckin beer and walked away. I am guessing it was getting late and we were leaving, why?? I was having a great time. For those of you that don;t know me, I don't get drunk a lot and realize each time that I am just how wonderful it is. So as we were leaving I demanded a sticker from the bouncer which said "FOLLOW ME TO THE MOON" and he asked me if I wanted it in the front or the rear to which my jaw dropped and I kindly replied "I'm not sure how I feel about the rear, we just met. I'll take the front" so he nervously places the sticker on my chest, and I think he was a bit nervous, cuz I remember he was putting these stickers on other girls and he was all perverted with them like feeling them up and shit, but I swear he was like scared of me or something and just wanted to give me the sticker and leave. So we walked out and to my pleasant surprise there was a group of very fine looking police officers and started flirting of course and asked them for a picture but I had no camera. We then went with Marik's plans and crashed his friends little shindig to which we were unwelcome by a few individuals, i mean the hosts, but we were given vodka and all was soon forgotten once again. Went to Jerry's, mad tired. Marik's friend came up to every table of girls and I have no idea what he said to him but he kept coming back empty handed. And that about wraps it up, oh and I kept getting strange looks from people, apparently I forgot about the sticker on my boobs and all these men kept asking me to open my jacket to read the sign. Went to sleep at 5am at Anya's and had to be home in PV at 10:30, pack, and catch my flight. Here I am in SF safe and tired. The end.