Happy 3rd anniversary, Half Nekkid Thursday!
To celebrate, Osso has asked us to do something in threes. I am out of town for work and decided the best way I could get in the HNT mood was to relax. In a big ole jacuzzi tub with lots of bubbles. (Note to all: if the hotel gives you a bottle of bubble bath, you really don’t need the entire bottle!) Trying desperately not to drop the cellica phone in the water, I took a few different bubbly images. Here is what I came up with:
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I really do have a real digital camera, but I still can’t find the battery charger. Perhaps I will simply break down and buy another one so that I can have better quality photos for you. Well, and so I can take pictures of all the wonderful people in my life and the fun places we go…yeah, that’s what I meant. Until then, I really haven’t heard any complaints. (Thanks!)
Now get over to Osso’s place and check out the other participants in HNT!
As most of you know, I was in Philly over the weekend to put skin on the blogging internet friends that I have made. It was wonderful, but all the driving and tequila and lack of sleep kinda wore me out. When I arrived home late Sunday I didn’t sleep well, then I pulled an all nighter on Monday night to ensure that my laundry was done and I was ready for a trade show in San Antonio. Didn’t do much but sleep Tuesday night, drank A LOT of tequila on Wednesday night and had to be on an early morning plane Thursday to get me back home. All of that is to say that my little blog got away from me and I didn’t post any of the photos that drunk girl took Wednesday night after returning from the Riverwalk and all of those margaritas. Hopefully better late than never still stands…
(I bought that hat after touring the Alamo. Love me some cowboy hat! Anyhow, sorry that the damn cellica phone takes such crappy photos. I promise that I will try to find my camera’s battery charger.)
As I mentioned in Wednesday’s post, I’m exhausted. Emotionally and physically. Took everything I had to go to work Wednesday. Thursday won’t be easier. Good news is that I will be driving to Phillyfor TequilaCon on Friday. I am hoping that partying with all of those awesome bloggers will help me feel better. Honestly, I thinking that TC is precisely what I need.
But I really didn’t feel like taking photos of me this week. So instead I give you one of my amazing friends, a man who I truly adore. He loves to lay out in his back yard all nakey and I think this photo is pretty damn perfect for a half nekkid thursday. Enjoy!
So someone promised him boobs if he would get a pedicure. He did, even going so far as to paint the toenails purple. Because he is strong in his ability to rock a vagina masculinity. I got to feeling a little bad that he wasn’t rewarded with boobies because I was certainly rewarded with fall off the chair laughter at his first pedicure. So this half nekkid Thursday post is dedicated to them both (one of the folks I am rooming with at TequilaCon and one of the nutbags that blogging has introduced me to).
Problem is, I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it. So I put off taking the photo(s). I’m here in another city, working this trade show and I got to drinking the liquid courage also known as Ketel One. For about 9 hours. Then, after watching the boss and one of my work husbands lose a shitton of money, I started to think what the fuck. I mean, if you can drop three grand per hand, and play two hands at a time, then have the dealer best you at 21, then dammit I can post half nekkid pictures of myself. Drunk girl said it out loud and boss (owner of company) was rather shocked that I was gonna head to the room to take photos on my cellica phone. He confusingly said, “Why are you going to do that?” I simply replied, “Same reason you just dropped six grand on one hand of blackjack. Because I can.” Although I hope that I don’t get Karled, nothing more was said and I retreated alone to my room to quickly take the following.
Happy Half Nekkid Thursday, party people…
then
(Ok, I really can’t believe that i did this, but too bad. drunk girl is going to bed and will deal with the ramifications when I wake up. Or maybe I won’t. Oun’t know. Right now I kinda don’t care.)
Ok, I am going to do this. For the record, I blame Turnbaby. In Kentucky she kept talking about how much she enjoyed her participation in HNT. She kept encouraging me to try it. And of course she mentioned how good Matt-Man’s photos turn out. (No shit, Turn…I’ve seen em!)
Did I mention that this conversation occurred while we were in Kentucky drinking Maker’s Mark? Ummm. Yeah.
Well, no good can come out of that much bourbon. Especially once I added shots of it to the equation.
So after Turn left and we walked our drunk asses back to the hotel, I was giggling like a fool and sitting on my bed wearing nothing but a tank top + underwear. And black socks. Sexxxxy, lemme tell ya. Except that I sorta forgot about the black socks. Details are a tad fuzzy, but at some point I think I blurted out “Take my picture for half nekkid Thursday!” And the stupid bitches did.
What??!?!?
Yep, we took photos and laughed so hard that our sides hurt. AC, now known as Tinkle Twat, played director and even went so far as to hold up a blanket behind me for “dramatic effect.” Re, now known as Twinkle Twat, was our photographer. They tried to convince me to lay on my back and hang my head over the edge of the bed, but I could have hurled from that maneuver so that pose didn’t last too terribly long. Thankfully I was instructed to remove the black socks, although certainly not early enough. Sigh. After a great laughing fit, we went to bed.
Saturday we got to drinking again. (No one is surprised, I know. Bite me.) I can honestly say that I don’t know how the photo shoot started that night, but it sure did. We were laughing so hard that it hurt. At some point they told me to grab my ankles. Please don’t ask why, but I listened. Here is how funny I thought the whole scene was:
Yes, that is pure drunken bliss on my face. Pure joy.
So here it is, the full photo, no photoshopping even though Turn offered. After hitting “publish” I am sure that I will want to pull this post back, but what the hell.
Oh boy. Here goes. This is my contribution to Half Nekkid Thursday:
