Whites Only

On Thursday night the gals and I attended the Bacardi White Party at The Caprice and had a blast.

The Saturday before my friends and I had met the Bacardi rep who gave us tickets, and my friend's boyfriend was emceeing the event, so even though it was a "school night" we decided to make the trek out.

We showed up in our white gear, including our super cute white lilles in our hair (I even painted my toenails white) and were greeted by a huge crowd at the front door. A few minutes later we talked our way in, grabbed some glowstick bracelets and got in line for a free drink.

Everyone looked smashing in white and there were a lot of cute guys there too! We spent the night drinking (uhhh sooo much rum,) dancing, and flirting.

At the end of the night I went to say bye to the fella who had given us the passes. I remember telling him that he was smart and that was a turn-on, but that I thought he was a player. He told me that: a) he's not a player, and b) he doesn't want a girlfriend in any way, shape or form. Whoa buddy! Who said anything about being your girlfriend!

Message of the Day

Life is short

Break the rules
Forgive quickly
Kiss slowly
Love truly
Laugh uncontrollably
And never regret anything that made you smile

Good Times at Stone T

Saturday night I went out with my friends downtown. We started the night off like losers at Stone Temple (because we get free drinks therr,) but I was DD and sober and really, really not feeling it.

This annoying, big black guy kept coming and dancing with me and my one friend... It's because of our nice-sized bums. Black guys flock to asses like honey to a bee.

We decided to leave and find another club. As were on the way down the stairs I caught the eye of a cute guy... I kept walking, but then his friend knew my friend and we all ended up talking.
The one my friend knew said we could crash at his place in Kits, so then I had free rein to drink.

And drink we did... Shooter after shooter after shooter.

Four of us left Stone Temple, went to this Wine-os restarant, got sushi, and then went to one of the guy's houses. Just as we pulled up to the house my friend puked out the door of the SUV. It was avacado-roll green. Sick.

Inside she puked again and then passed out on the couch, cuddling with one guy and leaving me alone with the other.

We gave each other massages on the sheep-skin rug and then he carried me upstairs where
I slept there in his oh-so-comfy bed (but no funny stuff) and then we left in the morning. I had to pull over twice to let my friend throw up. One of the times was on the freeway. Yikes.

Christina Aguilera Concert

On Monday I went to the Christina Aguilera/Pussycat Dolls concert.

The Pussycat Dolls started it off nicely. Contrary to popular belief most of them can and do actually sing! Also, the little black one is so cute!

Then Christina came on and rocked it. That girl can sing! She came on dancing down a giant white staircase with all her dancers around her. Wow!!

The concert had tonnes of costume and set changes. There was a circus set with a stilt-walker, trapeze girls and flame jugglers. Another had 4 stipper poles and then Christina came up from the bottom on a giant carousel horse. Really neat. A highlight was when she picked a guy from the audience (he was even cute,) tied him into a giant wheel and whipped him. The costumes were so nice. At one point she put on some lacy chaps to sing "Still Dirrty."

All in all the concert was good, but could have used more of her older stuff, and less of the jazzy new songs.

While she was in town Xtina also took in a Canucks game, where she got to meet Fin. Obviously she had heard that I had met him and didn't want to be outdone.

Honestly, I think she is trying to be me. Blonde hair, blue eyes, meeting Fin... I even saw a pic of her at Pure in Vegas. I went to Pure in Vegas. Give it up sista!

Giants and Lil Squirts

My mom got some free tickets to a Vancouver Giants hockey game so I went Friday night with my sister, her boyfriend and his friends.

The game was a blow-out. We kicked the other team's ass 7-0 or some shit... But there wasn't even 1 fight! Come on, everyone knows that when you are losing that bad you are supposed to start something!

The best part of the night was getting hit on by a pack (well, a soccer team) of 11 and 12 year old boys who were sitting 2 rows back. At first it started off innocently enough with a "you're hot!" and a "be my girlfriend!" ... but when one called out "There's a hotel room down the street!" I had to spit out my water before I choked.

I did manage to convince one of them to give me his fruit snacks. That was a plus.

Then, between the 2nd and 3rd periods, they came and surrounded me. I had one on each side (one of which did the old yawn and put his arm around me move) and 3 behind me... It felt like the Britney Spears Slave video... I was surrounded by little boys! They wanted to take a picture with me, so I agreed. They also wanted my email address, to which I did not so much agree... AND they wanted to grab my boob... To that one I did NOT agree.

As the night on they got more and more graphic... They know about stuff that I certainly didn't know about at that age. Little pervs!

Some people's children!

My Birthday... Part Deux

If hitting up the Canucks game on my b-day wasn't good enough, my friend Elise spoiled me even more with 4 seats in a suite to see Rascal Flatts. It was awesome! The band was great... they did all their good songs plus some classics ... Hotel California, Jesse's Girl and Summer of '69.

She and I danced it up with my friend Kristin (it was her first concert ever) and her neighbor. Free drinks too! Hell ya!

After the concert we headed down to Doolins to meet up with friends and further get our drink on.

The following is brought to you in part by your friend and mine, Shellard:

"I guess Danielle and her friends had perfect timing, as 5 minutes prior to their triumphant arrival I had ordered 12 drinks. There were two idiots at our table and it worked out perfect because the two idiots left as Danielle and her entourage arrived. After I thoroughly checked out Danielle's friend Kristin, the 12 drinks I had ordered arrived: 2 for Elise, 2 for Whitey, 2 for GCL (Gay Clay Lachay) , 2 for Bri, 2 for D and 2 for me. Somehow one of the idiots stole one so I figured it would be a good opportunity to order 12 more. In no time the birthday girl in her Kelly Kapowski attire catapulted onto the table where she would have made any stripper goddess incredibly proud. In closing, the night was swell. Highlights include ordering 24 drinks within two minutes, possible Britney Spears-like shots (Danielle: I WAS wearing panties thanks, Chris) and one of the idots being called a C-U-Next-Tuesday for not chippin in for drinks. All in all, could D have asked for a better birthday? Probably ;) ... Next year we go South."

Thanks Chris... now back to our host!

At the bar I saw this guy who I had met when he came into the dentist's office for a teeth cleaning and I was volunteering. We chatted for a while and he bought me a drink and then I went to find my friends and he told me he would come find me later. He found me... but I think I ignored him in favor of buttoning up Brian's shirt to the top and then ripping it open... So I guess I missed my chance there. But the shirt ripping was so fun... And kind of a turn-on.

It was a good night, but I concur... next year we head to Mexico!

TB Free is the Way to Be

Because I need it to get into school, I went to the health clinic on Monday to get a TB skin test done. I thought all they were going to do was take a skin swab, but no... They whip out this needle, which they use to put this TB testing shit under my skin. It forms a big bubble in my skin ... like a blister or something. So gross!! This is a pic of what they did. How sick is that? I thought I would either barf or pass out.

I went back on Wednesday morning so they could check on it. No bumps or anything so I don't have TB. YAY!