Wow, long time without an update. Life has taken a turn for the wild ever since spring break began last Friday. Saturday my sorority sister Bennett, the quasi-boyfriend Cape, and I drove down to the beach to see my best friend Beckett's band play. Beckett got raging drunk and passed out onstage. I love him. Later we partied like rockstars at the Flagship hotel in the water.
See-- it really is IN the water.
Seven of us crammed into one hotel room. Although sharing a hotel room with a bunch of your friends can make for quite the party, it often leaves you sexless since there's no privacy. I guess things could work out if you're into orgys, which I'm not. You know, I think I would say yes to a threesome with my quasi-boyfriend and another girl if first I could have a threesome with him and another guy of my choice... oooh or maybe a foursome... oooh or a fivesome! Just tie them up on my bed and ravish them one at a time. I wouldn't allow the guys to touch each other. Hmmm I guess that's not technically an orgy. You know I'm completely kidding about this stuff, well, mostly.
South by Southwest music festival started yesterday. Over 1,000 bands gather from around the globe to play in Austin's downtown bars. Unfortunately I can't get into many shows since I'm only 20. Life is rough for us underage college girls. I've been hanging out with this band called The Heights that I met while backpacking around Rome two summers ago. I tried to show them around Austin... but we ended up drinking beer at my place.
theheightsuk.com
The little feller on the left-- Chris Carr-- bought me drinks and held my hand. I think guys hold girls' hands to test the waters. You know, they gauge your response to the hand holding and decide if they have a shot at fucking you later. I wasn't really feeling him despite his messy hair and cute/incomprehensible Welsh accent. Sadly for Chris, he went to sleep high and dry.
high and dry
adjective
1. Helpless and disappointed because you did not receive something that you expected to get or were previously promised. (a ride, drugs, moral support, sex...)
I spooned with a pillow and left the Welsh guitarist high and dry on the other side of the bed.
He left his wallet on my nightstand. Of course I inspected its contents. What does a Welsh man keep in his wallet? $150 and three condoms. Doesn't three seem excessive? I have to go downtown and bring it back to him tonight. Honestly I don't wanna leave my apartment. Especially to go downtown. I'd rather curl up with some peanut butter sandwiches and watch Coffee and Cigarettes.
