TMI Thursday: Grind it, Baby

Hold onto your shirts boys and girls! It’s time for TMI Thursday, originally hosted over at LiLu’s page. You should probably go check her out, because she’s the shiz!

And now, it’s time for more information than you probably want to here and a little dose of self-embarrassment …

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As some of you may have known, last Friday was my birthday. What you didn’t really know was that a couple nights beforehand, I had a horrible mental breakdown which involved crying and me telling Kyle that I have no friends. (Basically, picture me sobbing about having no friends the way a 6-year-old would) I even went and cancelled my “event” on Facebook. (Not that anyone was really going to be effected. I had no friends, remember?)

I ended up just going out for dinner with Kyle, the Roommate, C (who’s the Roommate’s girlfriend as well) and my Dad. When we got there, a dear friend of mine from Edmonton (See: a good 15-hour drive away) magically appeared from the upper level of the restaurant. It turned out to be a good night and he and C convinced me to continue on with my original plan to go out dancing after dinner.

After a double Caesar and three double Paralyzers, I was really feeling no pain, despite my non-broken in 4″ stilettos. I danced my face off. And then came the lap dance.

C and I were taking a break from dancing to catch our breaths and quench our thirsts (with more drinks of course) and some random song came on, but it must’ve been catchy, because I proceeded to give C the best Goddamn lap dance of her freaking life. I should’ve been a stripper.

Oh, of course, I didn’t remember this until the next day when Edmonton Friend reminded me publicly on Facebook. Thanks! That was awkward. Let’s hope my grandma doesn’t see that.

Of course, Kyle and the Roommate thought the idea of two girls lap-dancing it up was great. The false promise of girl-on-girl action continues. Sorry guys!

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One thought on “TMI Thursday: Grind it, Baby

  1. The best way to celebrate any birthday is to give someone a lap dance.

    (I’ve also had mental breakdowns over not having any friends. We can be 6 years old together!)

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