And so it goes....

I am not a whore. (k, I'll just wait til you finish laughing... thanks)

Fine. Let's say I'm not a whore compared to some people. May be we just haven't met them yet. But in all seriousness, in this past year, the fort has been in lock down mode & nothing has been able to penetrate the fort (excuse the pun).

Anyways, this next tidbit doesn't hold much clout. Last saturday night, when I'm standing with a friend on the corner of Granville & Helmcken a guy walks by & makes eye contact with me. After a few beers I love to talk to anyone that looks at me so I exclaim whilst holding out my finger "I know you!" I could recognize him. I just couldn't place from where.

His response "Ya, you got with me"

Sweet.

Let's chalk up yet another stellar moment in the Life of Lea.

I yet again did not blink but rather burst out laughing because his response did jog my memory. So if by "get" he means "kiss" & by "me" he means "a passed out drunk girl" ... THEN SURE! I got with you. I personally wouldn't have carved a notch on my belt for that conquest but if you all got a gander at this gent, you'd see he took what he could get.

I think in my previous post I covered my inaugural pub crawl. Unfortunately, I did more then fall down a flight of stairs. I became hooked on them and started to work as a bus captain on these puppies.

This pub crawl in question was a halloween one & I was dressed up as a fairy.. VERY CUTE... was actually my 2nd year as one. I wore my black ballet leotard, a black tutu, silver wings, put my hair up in two buns on my head & carried a wand that I fashioned out of a styrofoam ball & pipe cleaners. I called myself "the black fairy of death" to sound more menacing. (although, as Stine pointed out I am a princess so there was a certain element of cuteness that was factored in)

Anyways, before the last stop of the tour. My purse went missing which contained my keys, & wallet... I did the only thing a really drunk girl could do... cry.

Someone walked me to the phone & looked up the number to visa for me, dialed the number and held the phone to my ear while I cancelled the card. The problem here now lies in that I can't get home, as i have no money, can't get money as i have no bank card & no one on the crawl lived near me.

That's when Dr. Love steps in (if you haven't figured it out, he was dressed as a doctor) He too was working the pub crawl but was only here for the weekend & was staying at the holiday inn on Broadway and could drop me off on his way to the ferries the next day.

So we headed back to the hotel & yes, we did start the make out on the bed. I believe I completely passed out in the middle of it. All in all, if I pass out in the middle of a make-out, my guess is that you aren't too good & I probably shouldn't remember you.