Paul told me to write down my adventures, so if I must, I must.
Saturday I was hanging out with the guys downstairs, and they discovered that they were supposed to be going to a Pimps'n'Hoes party. No one had any 'costumes' so one of the guys decided he wanted to be a Hoe.
1) When guys wear skirts make sure that their man thongs are at least funny to look at. Like fuzzy leopard print works well. And a skirt that doesn't fall off their hips works well too (guys have smaller hips than girls!)
2) Use a bra you don't mind being stretched out by their wide chests...
3) Make sure you actually get to the Pimps'n'Hoes party... :D
So when dressing up as Hoes, it makes it interesting going to a Black and White party...hehe. I mean, imagine Lynsey, in a tiny green skirt, velvet tanktop, and fishnets...yea, I went out in public. I swear! I think being around Alex, the guy in my skirt, helped a bit...haha.
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PS...Letting one of their friends sleep in your room leads to awkward situations. Hence the "Let's Wrestle" lesson.
When a guy who is shorter, younger, and even more inexperienced than you asks to wrestle while in his boxer shorts and muscle tee...just ask 'What?!?!' over and over again. Then tell them honestly when they ask, "No...you're not creepy."
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IN OTHER NEWS:
One of my best friends from Saudi named Neal, is someone I've been looking for for the past five years. There were five of us, call us a gang, and we were Tara, Sarah, Lynsey, Neal, and Steven. I keep in touch with the other three. Steven messages me today and asks me "What was Neal's little brother's name?" and I tell him. He replies, "WOW, He just e-mailed me admitting that he was gay and lives in Arkansas..." Well we always knew he was gay, that's not new, but, what did he add later? A transvestite? Now that was unexpected...but Hey! Now we can get a hold of Neal. Good for us. Later on, Steve messages me again, "I just talked to Neal and Matt on the phone!" ...yea...cool..."Neal's getting married!" WAIT, WHAT?! (He's younger than me by 6 months) You're kidding..."Nope!" Wow...shock. So I decided I'd e-mail him. We'll see how that goes. Five years...and all this news in one day...I think I'm going to have a heart attack. Goodness Gracious Ar-Kansas.