I kissed a girl, and well....

This past weekend my friend Jenna and I road tripped it down to Pittsburgh to visit our friend Breanne at school. A girls only school, and the number of straight girls is very minute. With of course the presence of the parentals the trip kicked off once I had finished my calculus quiz and they picked me up in Guelph, in style might I add in my Honda Odessy.
The fam jam drove back to Hamilton where we had to pick up Jenna's hung over ass. It was her birthday the day before and, well she partied like it was going out of style. I recall her telling me that her bus ride from London was probably the worst possible idea. She threw up outside of the terminal - Jenna my friend you are an A-Class woman.
Alas, we finally got on the road to steelcity at around 2, not too far off schedule, we were still in good time to make the 7 o'clock game that Breanne had. The entire hour long drive to the border, it may have been possible that Jenna said "Where is my phone?" and "Where is my passport?" a grande total of about 485632 times - no lie. And to no surprise the phone was either in her lap or her pocket and her passport was in a book. The best part of this sherade was that after looking for her passport for 5 minutes, it was expired. Yes! But in the end Jenna wasn't the reason we were held up at the border for an hour and a half. It was me.
Turns out, the papers that I had from last year giving me permission to live as a students in the States should have been terminated. Who knew? The rent-a-cop at the border kept calling me a quiter and that I quit school, and it was making me very upset. I turned to Jenna and said "I am not a quiter" and she replied to me "Aimee, I know you are not a quiter, no matter what the people at the border say." And then to top it all off, the dumbass told me that it is grounds for deportation. This was great, I was getting kicked out of the country before I even got into it. So my faj had to drive over to the 'room' where they hold everyone who is being questioned like they are a fucking Columbian Drug lord. We get over there and parking lot rent-a-cop gives us additude and I was about to fuck a brotha up. The room looked like something out a 1970's horror movie that meets the rooms from ER. It was el creep-o hold up station and I was trapped there for one and a half hours watching Spounge Bob Square Pants and playing eye spy with Jenna. I learned the code to get into the back room because all the officers are fuckin geniuses who don't know how to cover up the numbers. Finally, officer gray-hair calls my name over the loud speaker and summons me into the room through the bullet proof glass doors. Not frightening at all. I had Officer Grabowski question me about my last day at school while she chomped on her gum like a cow. It was extremely distracting and I had major difficulty paying attention to anything other than her mutilation of a dentene piece of gum. In the end, all I had to do was take out a piece of paper from my passport and I was free to go.
The road trip continued.
It was an eventful drive. Jenna and I preoccupied our selves by viewing my 1096 pictures of the Jonas Brothers. And I am completely embarrassed to admit that I have that many photos of them and I realize that I can account the amount of photos to my computer's slowness.
We finally arrived in Pittsburgh at around 8:30 and it was Christmas Heaven! I could not beleive my eyes. Everything had been Christmas-ized!
Our Friday night was rather un-eventful. Jenna and I met up with Breanne after her game and we ended up staying at her rez for the night. We mostly caught up on old times and giggled and as per usual fell asleep on each other as we told stories.
Saturday morning our parentals picked us up and we were supposed to be going shopping. But my maj, faj and I had tickets to a pens game, so Jenna was to be left with Breanne and her fam. The game was an all around dud. Pittsburgh lost and I stared at this woman who had make-up caked on as if it were a halloween party for the entire game. She wore sparkly fake eyelashes - enough said.
After the Pens game, me and the fam jam met up with Jenna and Breanne's parents back at the Mellon Arena where Breanne's game was. Jenna and Karen (Breanne's momma) were both drunk and it was amazing. Jenna sang the American National Anthem like she was doing it for the opening ceremony at the Olympics and the entire time Karen stiffled back her laughter and by doing so, forced me to laugh due to her snorting the entire length of it. Jenna and I were talking with the girls that we had met the night before and decided that we were all going to go out after the game.
We arrived at their apartment at around 11:30 and I started drinking in great form. I made Jenna and mine's first drink and Jenna said I poured too much Vodka, but she is just a lightweight. It was perfect in my honest opinion. I pounded back a few of them and was beginning to feel wonderful. Turns out time flies when you're having fun and it was 1:15 by the time we left to go to the bar. The place we ended up going to was an old church that had been revamped into a club. It was completely blasphemous but a great time had by all. For the entire like 45 minutes we were there. Its 18 for party age and the guy at the door gave me the tiniest X possible on my hand, I mean the dude was just asking for me to wash it off, so straight to the bathroom Jenna and I went to get those bad boys off.
To say the least, I was really drunk. My judgement was not the greatest and both Jenna and I ended up being kissed by a girl. And well, I like men and I know this now for sure. But it was hilarious to see this Rhinestone Cowboy creep up on us. Literally, he was wearing a shirt that was adorned with rhinestones... RHINESTONES!
I was about ready to pass out by the time our ride came to pick us back up. And I booked her up the stairs to finally pass out on the futon in the living room. But before all this, some broad screamed at me for touching her car. I was just trying to gather myself but the dumb bitch thought I was going to throw up on her car or something.. puh-lease, I have more class than that.

The next morning was a little rough, and by little I mean I'm pretty sure that I was still drunk when I woke up. And my parents were picking us up at 10 to go shopping. I was in no shape to go shopping! I could barely stand up still. I took a cold shower, threw up and ate a piece of pizza. By the time my parents ended up meeting us, I was looking rather green and right away Momma knew I was hurtin'. I had to just put my seat back and try not to move to quick whilest papa drove to the shopping centre I was supposed to be blowing money at.
We ended up in a Target parking lot. A place in which the piece of pizza I had previously eaten made a re-appearance in a Duty Free plastic bag. Jenna forced me to do it outside, after she had tried to recommend I blow chunks in the mulch that surrounded a naked tree. Like that wouldn't be obvious. Anyways I squated next to the car and managed to minimize the amount that landed on my coat to a small size. And to passer bys I made it clear that I had the flu~. To which Jenna then yelled out that I was hung over. Thanks bitch. I then had no where to throw said bag out except to walk all the way to the front of the store and throw the bag in the garbage to fester in its smell.
After the little episode of puking, I was a new woman. I was full of energy and ready to shop.

All in all it was a good weekend. One of interesting experiences, one of which I learned how to curb a hang over.