Outcome
For all you suspense junkies... or
For those who provided guidance, and for that I give a heartfelt thanks.
Wasn't until about 5 minutes ago I found my fucking courage and decided to hash this out with the gals... Of course, being 4 hard working women, we had to leave it up to the email... and wait routine. But, consequently we got everything under control without a phone call, thank god.
Whatever you do, don't get us on a conference call... we'd never come back from lunch.
E: Let me think on this, will decide at lunch time. Haven't booked but reserved.
C: Liar, you booked. What airline did you book on? Did you get a good seat? I used my miles to upgrade to first class.
E: You're single... you can do that without using your miles. Why didn't you just save your miles for something else dumbass? Pay outright, until you get that hunky guy and wisk him away to Cabo or something. I used the same airline you did... I told you I didn't book, just holding.
Z: First class, figures. Say, what airline was it? Just curious. C, what did you pay?
C: Nothing. Just miles baby, well, maybe like the $25 surcharge... E, I have no hunk. Can we get this figured out please? I need to know if I should cancel.
E: Which is a shame, you're so good at french kissing too. I say we go, without J.... Z, I'm paying about $259 just fare, no hotel. Which reminds me, what are we doing about hotel?
C: I vote Bellagio, second only to the Venetian. I can get us in the Venetian for about $250 a night... we could all go in together on it. Say yes.
E: Okay, you pay for my quarter mileage girl... I will sleep with you.
Z: $259 eh? Alright, make it two E... if you book, book me. we go without J. But please don't sleep with C just to get free hotel stay.
C: Yes, sleep with me you whore. Fuck no way I'm paying for your stay. Work it out E, you can work tables for the money.
E: Yeah, in Vegas maybe... no where to go around here with the stupid 4 foot rule in effect. Umm C, do you kiss your mother with that mouth... shit.
C: Work it fucker... work... it. I booked, I'm reserving room right now. Be there.
J: Shit you guys, I work for two hours without checking my email and you've completely screwed me out the deal! Bitches. You're not going without me. Let me make some phone calls... just don't eliminate me from this trip if you're still going.
Z: I didn't screw you... promise. E, book two. I will write check for ya... Let's sit next to each other, k... in coach.
E: Sure thing... booking two in about 5 minutes. If we sit next to each other will you wear that little suede mini skirt I like so much. Screw you for not being shorter Z, I hate your legs.
C: Bitches... sit in first class with me.
E: We're not even on the same flight! Idiot. go twirl your hair at the Starbucks guy.
Z: If you promise not to insist on going into the bathroom with me this time.
E: I did that to freak out the cute attendant guy. And it worked. About as well as when C shoved that tampon in the tip cup at that bar in the square...
Z: Freaked me out.. couldn't pee.
E: loved it, got a free in flight drink didn't I? Yeah, I fucking rock.
Z: How'd you do that anyway? The free drink?
E: I wiped my mouth when we left the restroom, made sure he saw it. Are we replying to all, haven't heard from C.
C: I'm here fuckers... I didn't know it was a tampon. I reserved the room, we'll have to share. Depending on whether J goes or not I will break up the money owed to ME and we can even it out later. Cool?
J: After listening to you old ladies banter back and forth it's apparent we need to go...Booking.
E: J's booking, I'm booking two; Z and Me. How could you not know it was a tampon? wtf did you think it was? It was a TIP JAR dumb ass. J, I am interested in hearing how you fenagled that. Please let me know when you have time.
C: Fuck you E.
E: Z first if she wears the skirt, you later on in the evening when we share a bed.... I'll pay you with my table dancing tip money... now don't you feel cheap?
J: Well, you have it all figured out now don't you? Let me know if anybody is not serviced... oh, that would be me. I'll bring the vibrator LOL
E: Like that's anything new, you always bring it when you fly.
J: do not
E: Do too, and I know that because you told me so.
Z: She did? Why does she do that? Is she that bad off?
E: No, she likes to watch the security screeners take it out, remove the batteries, re-install them and turn it back on. She gets a kick out of it. Been doing that since 9-11.
J: So... girl needs a laugh when travelling.
C: Can we end this now? Is it clear what the game plan is?
E: Yeah, you looking cheap and way out of place in first class, us in coach fucking with the attendants... or the three-year-old in front of us. See ya.
I suppose it's crystal clear after reading that installment eh? I said it before and I'll say it again, I love those fucking girls.
For those who provided guidance, and for that I give a heartfelt thanks.
Wasn't until about 5 minutes ago I found my fucking courage and decided to hash this out with the gals... Of course, being 4 hard working women, we had to leave it up to the email... and wait routine. But, consequently we got everything under control without a phone call, thank god.
Whatever you do, don't get us on a conference call... we'd never come back from lunch.
E: Let me think on this, will decide at lunch time. Haven't booked but reserved.
C: Liar, you booked. What airline did you book on? Did you get a good seat? I used my miles to upgrade to first class.
E: You're single... you can do that without using your miles. Why didn't you just save your miles for something else dumbass? Pay outright, until you get that hunky guy and wisk him away to Cabo or something. I used the same airline you did... I told you I didn't book, just holding.
Z: First class, figures. Say, what airline was it? Just curious. C, what did you pay?
C: Nothing. Just miles baby, well, maybe like the $25 surcharge... E, I have no hunk. Can we get this figured out please? I need to know if I should cancel.
E: Which is a shame, you're so good at french kissing too. I say we go, without J.... Z, I'm paying about $259 just fare, no hotel. Which reminds me, what are we doing about hotel?
C: I vote Bellagio, second only to the Venetian. I can get us in the Venetian for about $250 a night... we could all go in together on it. Say yes.
E: Okay, you pay for my quarter mileage girl... I will sleep with you.
Z: $259 eh? Alright, make it two E... if you book, book me. we go without J. But please don't sleep with C just to get free hotel stay.
C: Yes, sleep with me you whore. Fuck no way I'm paying for your stay. Work it out E, you can work tables for the money.
E: Yeah, in Vegas maybe... no where to go around here with the stupid 4 foot rule in effect. Umm C, do you kiss your mother with that mouth... shit.
C: Work it fucker... work... it. I booked, I'm reserving room right now. Be there.
J: Shit you guys, I work for two hours without checking my email and you've completely screwed me out the deal! Bitches. You're not going without me. Let me make some phone calls... just don't eliminate me from this trip if you're still going.
Z: I didn't screw you... promise. E, book two. I will write check for ya... Let's sit next to each other, k... in coach.
E: Sure thing... booking two in about 5 minutes. If we sit next to each other will you wear that little suede mini skirt I like so much. Screw you for not being shorter Z, I hate your legs.
C: Bitches... sit in first class with me.
E: We're not even on the same flight! Idiot. go twirl your hair at the Starbucks guy.
Z: If you promise not to insist on going into the bathroom with me this time.
E: I did that to freak out the cute attendant guy. And it worked. About as well as when C shoved that tampon in the tip cup at that bar in the square...
Z: Freaked me out.. couldn't pee.
E: loved it, got a free in flight drink didn't I? Yeah, I fucking rock.
Z: How'd you do that anyway? The free drink?
E: I wiped my mouth when we left the restroom, made sure he saw it. Are we replying to all, haven't heard from C.
C: I'm here fuckers... I didn't know it was a tampon. I reserved the room, we'll have to share. Depending on whether J goes or not I will break up the money owed to ME and we can even it out later. Cool?
J: After listening to you old ladies banter back and forth it's apparent we need to go...Booking.
E: J's booking, I'm booking two; Z and Me. How could you not know it was a tampon? wtf did you think it was? It was a TIP JAR dumb ass. J, I am interested in hearing how you fenagled that. Please let me know when you have time.
C: Fuck you E.
E: Z first if she wears the skirt, you later on in the evening when we share a bed.... I'll pay you with my table dancing tip money... now don't you feel cheap?
J: Well, you have it all figured out now don't you? Let me know if anybody is not serviced... oh, that would be me. I'll bring the vibrator LOL
E: Like that's anything new, you always bring it when you fly.
J: do not
E: Do too, and I know that because you told me so.
Z: She did? Why does she do that? Is she that bad off?
E: No, she likes to watch the security screeners take it out, remove the batteries, re-install them and turn it back on. She gets a kick out of it. Been doing that since 9-11.
J: So... girl needs a laugh when travelling.
C: Can we end this now? Is it clear what the game plan is?
E: Yeah, you looking cheap and way out of place in first class, us in coach fucking with the attendants... or the three-year-old in front of us. See ya.
I suppose it's crystal clear after reading that installment eh? I said it before and I'll say it again, I love those fucking girls.
posted by Everything Nice at 3:31 PM
6 Comments:
have fun in vegas, pretty lady.
and I didn't get any e-mail from you. try again, please?
dzer@teleguam.net.
hello sexy - i think a weekend at the bellagio sounds fantastic...double down on an 11 for me baby.
OK ... my stupid isp's spam filter was set to high. got the e-mail, will reply via the same. and thanks.
jebus, what a sexy gaggle!
undercover, where the hell have you been? Actually, I was worried.
T - you can share my friends with me... uh, if you come to vegas I'll sleep with you instead.
Murph - wtf. Maybe in a wet dream you'd be sleeping with four naughty chicks... and don't try to disguise yourself as room service... it will never work.
helskel - I really liked your kraken... alot.
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