My weekend...was tiring. My mom picked the kids up Saturday morning at 9:30 to take them to the beach, and she didn't bring them back until Sunday around 2 PM. I found out this was going to be an overnight Friday afternoon and was so excited I felt the need to drink three margaritas and three coronas with lime...naturally...
I spent the remainder of the weekend recovering from my six beverages. We drove out to Silver Falls State Park Saturday afternoon and walked about three miles, behind the falls and down the trail. We started our walk and about four-tenths-of-a-mile down the trail (read: barely five minutes later) I decided I needed to "use the restroom" (read: find the closest place to squat). People, we were on a heavily trafficked trail, but C was able to convince me that I could go without being caught. Obviously I was still drunk. I ended up giving a naked booty shot to a young couple behind us. I was running down the trail while pulling up my pants. Envision it, folks. It was quite a sight, I hear.
You'd better NEVER EVER introduce me to her, because you know I have a very strong opinion regarding this sort of thing. The shoe's been on the other foot. As for assurances, I'm not going to hunt her down and tell her what an unfaithful husband you are, but if I were you I'd make sure her and I are never friends.
Nessa and Dave, Liar reminds me SO MUCH of my ex-husband (as I've told him countless times).
And yes, I've noticed what a bad influence you are...I'm turning into a crazy woman!
i can't believe i caught this in the middle of the saga. i guess that's what i get for being 3 hours "behind" y'all.
h... dave and i have pretty stringent cheating morals. the aforementioned behavior is already waaaay beyond unacceptable for us. however, we're not judging anyone else. besides, i want to hear the rest of the story. ;)
Anyway. My weekend... was surprisingly short. However, every day is the weekend around here, so... can't say I noticed too terribly much.
dave didn't have a bachelor party. 1) because he doesn't think what you just described is a good time and 2) because "one last night of freedom" just wasn't something that occurred to either of us to want. I didn't have a bachelorette party either. Instead, we hung out in the hotel with our wedding party and chatted a bit. Not a drop of alcohol was consumed and not a sex act was performed (one of the people actually crashed on a couch in our room). Everyone was asleep by midnight or one (wedding was early the next day). it's interesting to see how 'stereotypically normal' people do things, but it also reinforced my own identity. :) :)
One day I will get married again, so I've considered this. I think I'll have a beach retreat with my closest girl friends. I think that would be fun. And there would NOT be any "entertainment". There are times when I'm curious, but as I've told Liar, it's more effective to leave those things a curiosity - I get great benefit from "wondering what it would be like to..."
And it always occurs to me that I would NOT EVER want to be with a man who would do such things.
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And hey, I heard from you throughout the weekend, so I'm still doing ok.
My weekend...was tiring. My mom picked the kids up Saturday morning at 9:30 to take them to the beach, and she didn't bring them back until Sunday around 2 PM. I found out this was going to be an overnight Friday afternoon and was so excited I felt the need to drink three margaritas and three coronas with lime...naturally...
I spent the remainder of the weekend recovering from my six beverages. We drove out to Silver Falls State Park Saturday afternoon and walked about three miles, behind the falls and down the trail. We started our walk and about four-tenths-of-a-mile down the trail (read: barely five minutes later) I decided I needed to "use the restroom" (read: find the closest place to squat). People, we were on a heavily trafficked trail, but C was able to convince me that I could go without being caught. Obviously I was still drunk. I ended up giving a naked booty shot to a young couple behind us. I was running down the trail while pulling up my pants. Envision it, folks. It was quite a sight, I hear.
What do you mean "one thing led to another"?
was much less interesting than either of yours, and somehow... I'm glad for it.
You'd better NEVER EVER introduce me to her, because you know I have a very strong opinion regarding this sort of thing. The shoe's been on the other foot. As for assurances, I'm not going to hunt her down and tell her what an unfaithful husband you are, but if I were you I'd make sure her and I are never friends.
Nessa and Dave, Liar reminds me SO MUCH of my ex-husband (as I've told him countless times).
And yes, I've noticed what a bad influence you are...I'm turning into a crazy woman!
C'mon! You can't leave the readers hangin' like that!
Yes, I CAN keep quiet.
I'm entangled here, between hating you for being a total ass and wanting to know more.
I'm so weak.
i can't believe i caught this in the middle of the saga. i guess that's what i get for being 3 hours "behind" y'all.
h... dave and i have pretty stringent cheating morals. the aforementioned behavior is already waaaay beyond unacceptable for us. however, we're not judging anyone else. besides, i want to hear the rest of the story. ;)
Anyway. My weekend... was surprisingly short. However, every day is the weekend around here, so... can't say I noticed too terribly much.
I know, Ness...I need you here during the day to back me up, yo!
Liar, seriously, I NEED TO KNOW MORE...(this has gotta be like needing a fix...pickin' weak, I am!)
On that night, anyway...
WOW.
dave didn't have a bachelor party. 1) because he doesn't think what you just described is a good time and 2) because "one last night of freedom" just wasn't something that occurred to either of us to want. I didn't have a bachelorette party either. Instead, we hung out in the hotel with our wedding party and chatted a bit. Not a drop of alcohol was consumed and not a sex act was performed (one of the people actually crashed on a couch in our room). Everyone was asleep by midnight or one (wedding was early the next day). it's interesting to see how 'stereotypically normal' people do things, but it also reinforced my own identity. :) :)
I love you, Ness!
One day I will get married again, so I've considered this. I think I'll have a beach retreat with my closest girl friends. I think that would be fun. And there would NOT be any "entertainment". There are times when I'm curious, but as I've told Liar, it's more effective to leave those things a curiosity - I get great benefit from "wondering what it would be like to..."
And it always occurs to me that I would NOT EVER want to be with a man who would do such things.
But to each his own.
So you told her you spent Friday night fooling around with another woman, which ended in "giving pleasure" all the way around? You told her that?
Hey, to each his own, as I said before. Just glad it's not me (this time). BTDT.
HOLY SHIT, NO YOU DI'INT! Did you just use God to justify your immoral actions? Should we just start calling you Bush?
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