
I sent a text to Vicky yesterday and asked her what she was wearing that night, leopard heels. I figured that meant I had to get all pipiris nais since I didn’t want her to majorly out dress me, because homegirl looks hawt when she goes all out. And cad doesn’t wear heels. I should because I’m so short. . but I don’t because I tend to trip over pebbles in sneakers. . .wearing heels would be a catastrophe. I decided to go shopping and bought some capri’s, a hawt pink shirt, some jewelry, and decided to wear some cute wedge heel sandals I had.
Weeks ago, my amigas had called and told me to not make plans for Saturday night, May 26th, they were going to take me out for my birthday weekend. My birthday is days away, still, I tend to celebrate it on Memorial Day Weekend. They told me to be ready at 9 p.m.
So at 9:05 I get a text from Vicky asking me what I was doing. I’m like nothing. She replies that she’s eating chips.
9:15, still nothing.
9:25 I decide to go see what’s up and realize I’ve been locked out of the house, my room is the old garage, so technically I don’t live INSIDE the house, and I was about to scream at my teenage brother when I walked through the front door and caught all my friends in the living room wearing. . . PJ’s.

Everyone brought a picture of someone I didn’t like in HS and I got to write all over the picture and slam them. Can we say immature?!




I think we laughed most of the night, especially during a game Vanessa put together called interpretive dancing. You had a piece of paper and had to act out a scenario and people had to either guess what you were doing or you could tell them before hand, but you still had to do it.

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