Meredith and I were like nomads this week. I think we’ve showered and/or stayed over at about 4 different people’s apartments over the course of our adventure. For New Year’s we left the west coast of Florida and headed across the state to Meredith’s friend Peri’s in Pompano Beach. Our objective was to go to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Hollywood for some fabulous ushering in 2009 festivities. That too was the objective of many, many other people who had obviously either left their taste at home or never had any to begin with. Some of the get ups, er, shitastic outfits, I saw, should have been forcibly removed and burned. A white snakeskin pantsuit? Honey, please. Then there was the woman who would have seriously benefited from wearing some pants… we all definitely didn’t need to see her cooter while we were eating. Other than that, and the fact that Peri accidentally lit the menu on fire and burnt a huge hole through it, dinner was pretty uneventful.
There was some drinking, some gambling, some dancing, some more drinking, then apparently our friend Amy decided that she couldn’t live without more gambling, told us she was going to the bathroom and snuck back to the blackjack tables. When Meredith texted her to find out which bathroom she was in, Amy replied “fdobt know.” Aren’t drunk text messages great?! The next thing we knew, it was 4am, our feet were killing us and Meredith was getting yelled at for trying to walk through the casino barefoot. Her next plan was to sit in the foodcourt in literally any empty chair regardless of who was already at the table. This plan required her to make friends with them, which she did, while also eating their pizza. She was so skilled at this, that she is even BlackBerry Messenger friends with one of them now. $100 she never talks to that girl again… $200 in a month she asks me “who the fuck is Maria?...
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