Today - as in Tuesday since I don't consider a day as over until I wake up into the next one - was a chill day, so I can use this as a catch up entry.
Mr. and Mrs. Carlos and Michelle took me out for my Birthday on Friday, May 1. I was forced to ride the bull. I ended busting my lip when I flew off and face first into the bull, but the operator said I broke 10 seconds.
We met an off-duty stripper who showed us her nipples. I don't remember taking this picture, but apparently I did.That night, Carlos and Michelle began a mission to "get me laid." I thought that mission ended when we were all sober. Last Saturday, May 30, Michelle informed me that it's an ongoing mission.
I went to my second Renaissance Faire in Irwindale on Saturday, May 9, with my Jason-Bourne-amnesiac-wannabe buddy, Eugene, and his fiance, Stefanie. Not as eventful as last year. The people's energy was off. We didn't have much of a group. The buffet was discontinued. Not enough debauchery. Most importantly, my lady Olivia was not there. She worked at the buffet last year where she passionately grabbed my face to help me press it deeper into her corset-enhanced breasts.
At least there were still Renaissance chicks, like ones with purple hair. I guess I still had beer goggles when I got home because I ended up looking at my pictures and "busting out a #3" (ask me if you don't know what that means).
Plus, Eugene got his ass kicked in Fencing after showing off too much. That's always fun.
I went to my first Steam Punk ball on Thursday, May 14.
Chicks eating fire were cool.
There was one chick with long hair who could've been cute if only the side of her head wasn't shaved. But with more alcohol in me, she started getting hotter.
My highlight was a bar that served absinthe. I swear I saw Tinkerbell.
It was fun seeing Michael, Trevor and Richard again since high school for Richard's graduation on Tuesday, May 19.
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