Five Girls and Me...

"Where am I?"
      I know I am somewhere between Greenville and Drunkville but back in 2009, I did not care.
I was a senior, about to graduate, and had a GPA over a 3.0, so I felt entitled to dance the night away.
Little did I know then and now that sometimes I can find myself in the worst situations just to have fun. This was almost one of them.
        As I woke up on a bed, all I saw were pretty little arms around me. They all were different complexions like a fruit salad or something all passed out like I was.
One was chocolate, she had beautiful skin tone with big boobs to match, while the rest were light brown skin, mocha, and caramel with hourglass figures or pear shaped. I was at the foot of the bed in a red dress kind of like one Selena would wear and I could barely open my eyes much less move. I just kept thinking "I need to get the fuck out of here," but my legs were not getting the picture. Wearing heels is a necessity if your going out as a diva, but tonight I just felt stupid because my feet hurt and they were loving the king size bed I was in.  All of a sudden, I heard a bottle, the lights went out, and guys started to enter the room. The bottle had a sound I've heard before at an ice cream birthday party, and I knew what was coming next. The tall, dark, and handsome men of a certain fraternity started walking towards us with whip cream bottles in their hands.
My mind was like "what the hell?" So I proceeded to run into the bathroom with another girl and lock the door. Once I saw the lights were back on, and all was clear, I went immediately home. I called my sober friend who always wanted me but I would never give him the chance in hell to take me home. He of course obliged.
"I want the ten piece nuggets, and a sweet tea."
I stated this at the window at McDonalds  when we were in the drive thru.
Sober Friend: "Sweetie, its breakfast time."
"Awe man."
I looked at the time and it was after 7am, I had to have been at the after party until then. I couldn't believe I was almost attacked by whipped cream but again it was just another night.
XOXO,
Ms. English