Chapter 24 Part 2

We are at Senor Frogs in Freeport Bahamas. The MC of the bar introduced himself and told us his job is to get everyone drunk. This was totally accomplished. Round 1 was to name the song and you get a free shot. I named a few songs but only took one shot. Rum isn’t a favorite of mine, so I always try to stay away. Round 2 was a twerk contest for those who’s birthday it was. Me and Diamond automatically look at each other, we got this. We’re pretty much the only black girls from this cruise, there is no way we’re losing. By the way my friend’s name is Diamond, get acquainted! So Diamond cues the DJ to play some reggae. First our new drunk friend Jess goes, gives her best white girl twerk. I’m here for it, her booty moves a little. Then up next is Diamond, sis kills it. Then comes me! Why would the DJ ever play split in the middle. At this point I have a little liquid courage, so what do I do? I damn sure bust a split, and could not get back up. I repeat, I could not get back up! Diamond literally had to help me back up. All of that to lose to some girl who was twerking her freaking back. So anyways the games are over for females, and the guys are now competing. I somehow flirt my way into free shots for me and Diamond. Must I say there has to be something in these Island liquors, because before I knew it Diamond shut the whole scene down. Sis took the microphone from the MC, got on stage and gave her best Bobby Brown performance. I on the other hand, found a local from the Bahamas that worked at Senor Frogs, and miraculously our tongues found each other. What the actual fuck??? Shortly after that everything became a blur, and we decided it was time to board the cruise. We both took what seem to be a 4 hour nap, but felt like 9 hours, just to wake up go to the club spend our last night hung over eating whatever we could find, and trying to rehydrate ourselves for the next day of traveling.

We survived the first half of our trip. Arrived safely back to the US, and started toward our next destination. Cali(FUCKING)fornia! We literally spent 12 hours in the airport. Our flight was delayed so many times, it was horrible.

We finally land in Los Angeles. First night there was a breeze. We honestly ended up staying in and sleeping. We were lucky enough to stay with Diamond’s cousins. That meant more money to spend on BAD DECISIONS!

It is now September 21st.

Our first official night in LA…. Goes like this

Twenty Four things that lead to an Epic Twenty Four

Go out to eat with Diamond’s cousins and her roommate’s.
Go back to the house, pregame. Pre-gaming consists of Tequila, Truly, and Wine
Go to a friend of Diamond’s cousins house, and pregame some more. Include everything from before and add beer! But first endure a horrible uber ride, with terrible pop music from the 90’s and flashing neon lights. Enough flicker to bring on epilepsy
If you survive, hop in an uber and collect 200$ when you pass GO
End up at some night club, clock strikes 12 and listen to everyone yell HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYANA
receive free drinks from your friends. Watch everyone continue to drink and whisper to yourself, everything will be okay.
Head into another uber, and arrive at another club. Drink some more.
Record Diamond and yourself in the bathroom drunk while stumbling to the bathroom sinks.
Lose all your friends, and caress a soldiers face as you tell him it won’t work out because he cant dance
Go back to the house, and fall face first into the toilet bowl
Hug the toilet bowl
Make your way to the room as Diamond records you, laughs, and wipes your makeup off (much appreciated)
Wake up the next morning, ready to cancel your whole birthday because you can not deal
Sleep.. eat.. then sleep again
Head out to get your makeup done, just to go and get chipotle and eat off your lipstick
Prepare for Beyoncé and Jay-Z’s concert
Somehow get tricked into drinking Truly’s and Tequila
End up in an uber with your friends, drunk in love singing Beyoncé’s most iconic songs
Lie to traffic patrol and say you live at 1234 Floral Drive so you can get dropped closer to the Rose Bowl
walk about 15 miles to get into the venue, sneak into seats that don’t belong to you and then get booted to your correct section
Take millions of pointless selfies, and videos to let everyone know you’re at OTRII
Cry during the performance of Forever Young, because you one day wish to have a relationship like Jay-Z and Beyoncé
Cry some more because you realize you won’t ever have one like theirs
Head back to NYC, and begin to plan your next Vacation… the BIG 25… See you next year in Cuba and Mexico 🙂