so i went home, right?
and it was fabulous…no it was FABULOUS!! seriously, folks…i may come from a podunk cowtown in the southwest but GOOD LAWD it was good to go back!
:)
jeebus…so good.
so my moms picked us up at the airport…and i was like MY CAR!! WEEE!!! and my little brother *sniff* he’s soooo cute. he lost his two front teeth!!! how cute! he looks so ridiculous, i LOVE IT!! :)
oh, and then we drove, and went to applebees and i so think that the waiter was hitting on johnboy, like seriously folks. LMFAO! and we drove..or more rightly…I DROVE weee! god i missed my car. so. much. and i missed the denver radio stations…omfg…and KILO! KILO fucking ROCKS. hard. core. god i missed that.
but i got sleepyfied and so my moms took over, cuz it was a long ass day, ya heard. then we get to la junta and drive to john’s house. and i gave him his key and he snuck into his house to suprise his moms and i was all ‘awwwww! zzzzz….’ cuz it was sweet, but late, yo.
and it was like 2 am when we got in colorado time, making it 4 am boston time and i was all DYAMN HOMIE I’S TIRED AS SHIT! and crashed. but you wanna know what’s really fucked up? like 7 fucking AM and i’m AWAKE! WIDE. FUCKING. AWAKE! god damn it all to hell…
so i wakies but it’s raining. fucking raining! can you believe it? bah! i left the soggy ass east coast for MORE rain?! like, WTF? and so my bro and i make some food and shit…and btw…swollen tonsils are some freaky ass shit to see…my poor lil guy. and i forget exactly what we did but my moms wanted to take my dress to the cleaners and i stopped by the journal and saw heathen…who’s going to work at the pueblo chieftan now…so eat it! journal! neener neener neener! ha fucking ha! *ahem* and taggart’s sister is working there now too as front desk biotch. of all things.
we ran into john & eva coming out of there and our moms gossiped while i was all going through john withdrawal all day and then saw him and was like d-yamn homie, you fine. i love my boy, i really do. muah ha ha. and then we went to the bank, and like, banked it up. chandra was there too. apparently she’s branch president now. fancy huh?
and because i promised nickers some lunch we took him to sonics. i know, icky, right? but he picked it. oh my lil pobrecito…he can barely swallow! anyway, we drove from there to the coca rehearsal dinner, for the wedding rehearsal. and i was all jonesed to see my coca…BUT! she was late cuz of like, problems with UPS and the tuxes and all that.
NOTE: i loathe ups…grrrr
furthermore, coca finally arrived and i was all EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! yay!!! omfg…i couldn’t believe she was gettin’ married…eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! and the girl who’s the flower girl, natalie, was sooo super duper cute. he he he. i was like, awww. so we had the dinner and then went to the church for reception. apparently father cena was being an assclown and pissing people off left and right…oh and he didn’t even bother to show up. classy, eh? so we rehearse…omfg.
like, i’m giving the readings right? so i have to practice in front of everybody and i’m all ay dios! cuz like, duuuuudes….i do NOT do well with public speaking, yo. no way, jose! so i’m trying to read and like, i can feel my ears getting hot, right…burning the fuck up! gah! somebody kill me now. but coca was all smiley and i was like ‘please don’t let me fuck up. please don’t let me fuck up.’ booo.
anyway, we rehearse the fuck out of that thang and i’m like, damn, there is a LOT to the wedding. also, i’m walking down the aisle with this big dude who later i found out is named seth. i like that name. anyway, after rehearsal we like, take nick to walmart. and he gets rollerblades and i run into some girl who went to swink and see ashley marshall but don’t talk to her (cuz she don’t see me) and shane fucking moore! how do i love shane moore? he he he. i even got a hug. so ha ha brubaker! :-p although i don’t think he’s ‘fucking hot’ like she does, but whatevercakes.
THEN we ended up going to fucking pizza hut for dinner cuz it was so late. well, la junta late. damn cowtown. god do i hate pizza hut. seriously folks. ew.
and then we go home and i crashed late again, but sure as shit by 7 am the next morning i was wide the fuck awake. damn. only THIS TIME no rain! yay! *does magical dance of being rain free*
nick and i get ready and head out to pick up my dress and i drive by to see my boy. i missed him, can you believe it? fucking like, two nights apart and i’m craving him like mad. i must be diseased, or insane, or something. lol. so we like, talk. and eva shows me the new rennovations on the house then nick and i pile into the car and drive back to good ol’ SHS.
of course it took serious will-power to like, refrain from romping the hell out of john, you should be proud of me, people!
anyway, i saw stacy o. and was like ‘what’s up!’ and such. and then you know, nick and i went home. mom was still sleeping. like 12:30 and mom’s still sleeping and i’m like DAMN! ‘let’s go to pueblo already!’ gah. and finally, FINALLY we get going. of course, not before we’re like almost at fowler and my mom’s like ‘go back!’ cuz she has to return some fiznool’s freaking cellphone and then we have to make a bathroom break and damn homie…
oh and i so get us there in like 40 minutes flat. word to my driving skillz, ya heard. god i love driving fast. yeee haw! ;o) and we go to the mall. *sigh* how do i love driving around and being able to drive to the mall? i LUUUURRRVEE it. and so we do the mallrat thang. i get some kicky jeans and um, some new sunglasses. i forget what else i get, but it’s cool too. and i spoil the rugrat. cuz i love him.
then we’re off! we go to margaritas. *drools* yummmmm….so. good. THAT right there is the reason i went home. beans, rice, burritos the way they’re SUPPOSED to be. fuck yeah! yum yum! but soo full.
so we went to toys ‘r us to walk it off. yeah, baby. he hee! omfg…those fat baby dolls? lot’s to love. god do i love those. they’re HILARIOUS! they crack my shit up, like nobody’s business. seriously, i’ll just stand there and LAUGH at them. for like, hours. no seriously. they crack me up. i was like, honestly considering buying one of those chubby fuckers. “a pleasantly plump collection of poseable dolls.” wtf are we? jonathon swift? like we’re going to be all enticed by fat babies and EAT them. BWAH!
anyway, from there we went to wally world pueblo style! and got me some rollerblades. how i love rollerblades. weee! and we drove home. i got us home ridiculous fast again. *pops collar* yeah, i’m bad, i know it. he hee!
and now…WEDDING DAY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! omfg…my coca got married! MARRIED!!! *sniff* she’s not my coca anymore, she’s Mrs. Coca-Vasquez!!! OMFG!!
*dies*
and the ceremony…*sigh* it was so gorgeous…i was all jittery and shit like it was MY fucking wedding…but omfg. gorgeous. there was shit with the limo driver not showing up on time, but like, we’re a bunch of LARGE & IN CHARGE mexicans and so we damned near broke the limo when we did get in it. also, ‘hello jack daniels! hello puerto rican rum!’ anyway he ended up staying at the reception and being hella chill, so you know. but omfg…coca was SO PURTY! god was she purty…i was like. ‘awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!’
my dress was this silver getup…and i was like ‘hello boobies!’ jeebus. but i was happy, and coca was happy and everything was just so fantabulous. *sigh*
and we took an assload of pictures and shit. and then on to the reception. my moms & pops took forfreakingever to actually show up because they were having ‘issues’ and john had to like, go get his moms and then go say bye to his moms and blah blah blah, but basically i was alone for way too freaking long at that damned reception, like WHOA.
grrr.
but anyway, there was food, music, bootybouncin’ *sighs* it was so much fun. did i mention i saw anita valencia? and she is SO KNOCKED UP…*shudder* she’s younger than ME! damnit…i mean, there must be something in the water when like EVERYONE back home is knocked the fuck up. anyway, there was so much fun. and like a bunch of us girls kidnapped coca in the limo and like, went cruising in rocky and stopped at benitos. get this, i waltz into a bar…in SOCKS (cuz my cute strappy silver heels were like, painful after HOURS) with my UNDER 21 year old self and like, do tequila shots and beer chasers with coca and the girlies. bwah ha ha! how much do i love small towns? well not really, but BWAH!
though you know what sucked? my dad copped serious ‘tude about john being there, even though i was like WTF is wrong with you? jeebus. THREE FUCKING YEARS LATER, no, i take that back…damn near four years later and he still hates on my boyfriend. gah!
WTF!
*shakes head*
insanity, insanity i tell you. grrrr…
so anyway, the reception ended at midnight and i went home and got showered and packed by 2. then we picked up johnboy and headed off to the airport. by 6 am we were checked in and here’s where i begin my gianormous FUCK YOU to DIA’s mc donald’s:
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dear DIA mickey d’s,
FUCK YOU!
sincerely,
a pissed off pineapple
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grossest thing EVER! *pukes*
anyway, MOVING ON…plane ride. farily okay, except my seat doesn’t recline. but i cash out anyway. yeah i do ;) and we’re in dallas ft.worth now. i hate DFW. hate hate hate. i’ve never liked it and i still continue to loathe it. although we did buy graham some texas-sized jellybeans (read: huge ass jellybean-like candies) so he should be amused. but i am not.
and we get onto a slightly nicer plane and settle in to watch chicago, wich neither john nor i have seen. it wasn’t half bad. catherine zeta-jones is still hella pretty. even with that haircut. and i love queen latifah. it was kinda nice, watching a movie together. but by this time my eyes are all hurtin’ and tired and i’m sleepy and just wanna get home and cash out.
well…we land in boston & thus begins my HATRED for american airlines AND dallas-ft. worth. DIE FUCKERS DIE!
grrrrrrrrrrr…
i’ll be back to post about THAT…
*gives them BOTH the finger*
