Here’s a link to Part I and to Part II of A Night Out With The Preacher’s Daughters.
After our night out in Jackson, and then our adventures on the way home, it took us a full twenty-four hours to recover. I finally got out of bed around seven the next night, but it wasn’t until Sunday afternoon that we all had recovered enough to actually piece together the events that had happened that Friday night/Saturday morning. While we were all barely alive and sitting in the living room moaning and aching from the hangovers from hell, my sister sat up to say something.
She asked if we remembered the very cute and young-looking thin guy wearing jeans and a baseball cap. We said we sort of remembered. Our brains were still rerouting connections from all the brain cells we killed. She went on and said that when she kissed him, well, he had very soft lips and she didn’t think that he was a he. Oh My God!
HW and I started rolling laughing. My sister kissed a girl! Now, she didn’t realize this until Sunday afternoon. She said she had suspicions while she was dancing and kissing him/her, but she just thought he was a very young and cute guy. Go sis! Get your girl on! I was so proud and amused at the same time. My sister knows that I’ve had sexual experiences with women, but she’s always had a men-only policy. Part of why it was so funny was because when she told us she had this really confused and bewildered look on her face. We could tell she really had just realized that she had kissed, and not just kissed, basically made out with, a GIRL. I wonder if she was wearing cherry Chapstick…
After my little sister shared that little tidbit of information we changed her ringtone to “I Kissed A Girl” by Katy Perry. We also changed our ringback tones to that song so that when she called us she had to listen to it over and over again. Muahahahaha! Eventually she threatened to never call us again.
I’d like to dedicate the following song to my little sister, Fallen Angel.
The end, for now.
P.S. I just realized that today is Good Friday. What better way to start the Easter weekend than with an awesome story of drunken debauchery, tag-team sex, lesbianism, and hangovers. Sometimes, I do love my life.
I’d also like to thank my sister (Fallen Angel) and HW for reminding me of some of the details while I was there this past week. I couldn’t have done it without them. I’ve killed a lot of brain cells over the years and I need all the help I can get.