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The Girls Drunk Dial the Internet Hi everyone! I've never posted to my journal while intoxicated before (but I type awfully well for having had a lot of alcohol) so the girls thought we should start tonight. I am not drunk! (says Elizabeth, posting under my user name and lying like a Persian carpet) Hiiiiiii Fractious Times community and four people who read but don't post here. The girls are drinking a little. It's two o'clock WOOO who says we're thirty, huh?? We are obviously the most mature people posting here this minute. Elizabeth insists we are not drunk but I have it on good authority that (shhhh) she is lying. She had an awful lot of drunk vanilla Cokes for not being drunk. Oh yeah. And some tequila. And something called lemoncello which sounds like a citrus musical instrument but isn't. (this is Elizabeth now) I would just5 like to point out that Melissa can type much better than I can at the moment. But she has had as much to drink as I have. And, I can't see! That's all. (I took out my contacts.) (Kate is typing now) Kate needs to start writing again! Okay, here she is: So,yeah, do I even have a url anymore? I'm definitely not as drunk as these other two, and as such, I'd like to offer an official apology to all those parties whom we gave terribly drunk shout outs to tonight. I can't look at Elizabeth. She's crazy. Yeah, well, this is the most I've written, in what? A year? Jeez, you'd think I just restarted my journal just so I could go to Journalcon last year. Elizabeth can't go to bed without washing her face and brushing her teeth because, according to Melssa, someone will be mad...like Jesus. Yeah, I know, they're insane. (this is Melissa. Retaliating.) Kate is the one that's insane, I just want you to know. You wouldn't believe the stories she told us, so I won't tell you, because, you...uh...won't believe us. Corina conked and slept in the basement so she is missing the drunk internet shoutoutz to our peeps in San Diego and San Fransisco and New Orleans and Wilmington and other places, most of whom we called tonight, none of whom called us back. Elizabeth drunk dialed my brother and then handed the phone to me, so now my brother thinks I drink. Great. Think he'll tell my mom? Peace out. Sober update, the next day: Okay, we read our entry and our cross-posting at Fractious Times and not only are we not embarrassed, we think we're kinda cute. We may be the only ones who feel that way, but, okay. We forgot to mention last night that we watched not only the production of Antigone that I directed Kate in but also Grease 2 and The Pirate Movie. Let it be known that we are wild drunks. Wild, I tell you. And this morning, thanks to lots of water and Tylenol last night, we are, if not chipper - no, scratch that, we're chipper. Dehydration bad, chipper pretty. (Name that Buffy bastardization.) And yes. I am aware that I typed "peace out" in my journal. I spent my summer with 82 children. What do you want from me? |