rub a dub dub… 5 people in the tub
The night began at the guy’s place, where we enjoyed some trops and Chelsea enjoyed an eclectic variety of beers she pulled out of her plastic goody bag.
We decided to go to dub’s to swim in the pool, which always ends up being a bad idea. We get to dub’s and as everyone is getting out of the car, we all realized I was the only one in a swimsuit/ the only one pants-less. Apparently we were going to change there. I did not get the memo.
I was in a pretty drunken state, and I really wanted to swim. However, everyone was still doing a power hour, trying to get as drunk as me. (I convinced tyler to take 2 shots a minute, and we have plans to take it to 4 shots/min for 15 minutes). Apparently I was comical as I stumbled around the apartment in my bikini bottoms, because tyler recorded everything I said onto a white paper bag. (I suppose he can let you all- and me- know what I said in another post).
Anyway, we FINALLY got to the pool, and this time the water was warmer- but still cold. Yes, Dub, it was cold. Dub got a little angry because all we wanted to do was huddle on the edge of the pool rather than get in. As we were already in our swimsuits, Nunez came up with a fabulous idea: why not fill up the tub?
To fulfill the brilliant idea, we headed back to dub’s apartment and I turned on the bathwater. After climbing in, I was joined by Kawa and Nunez. We were pretty squished- I think my toes were finding their way into Nuney’s ass and Kawa was being mauled by the spout. Even so, we were soon graced with Melissa Cunningham and Tyler’s presence. Unfortunately, we have no photos to show you that it is possible to cram 5 people in a tub. We yelled for Dub to either join or take photos, but he elected to play dj in the living room.
When Nunez got tired of my toes in his bum and I got tired of Tyler’s ass on my face, we headed to T.Bell, where I got a SOAKING WET taco (that sounds grossly sexual). It was disgusting. I’m not sure why it was moist, but unfortunately I was drunk enough to still eat it. I don’t want to talk about it.
Tonight we head to a graffiti party, and then possibly to the diner- which is where Tyler wants to be at 12:00 am on the morning of his 22nd (32?) birthday. Maybe he will walk around the restaurant and recommend “the stretch” to more strangers again.
Post by: Jessica Grunberg
