Kiss Me I'm Irish!

At the end of April MN M will be back in Vegas so I am motivated to have a solid lead going into the head to head competition...

This blog's entry begins on St. Patrick's day. We couldn't decide where to go because everything was going to be a crowded, drunken mess and let's face it, I am am indecisive anyway. After a casino pub crawl I bet you can guess where we ended the night... da Palms of course. I should have written this earlier because I don't really remember the details. I know we were at Ghostbar and I think Jen may have snagged one and I got the other. I give you Mr. Utah (no ID, sorry he lost it) and Mr. California. Happy St. Patty's Day!

Friday began at TAO Beach with a couple complimentary cocktails (kids thank Corey... thanks Corey) then it was off to Spring Break Bash with DJ Jazzy Jeff at Rain! He didn't come on until later so we went up to Ghostbar for a bit. I met Mr. New Jersey who was not comprehending the way the game worked but eventually cooperated. I don't think I have any pictures with IDs but there were three other girls that can vouch for me.

After a couple botched states, (Amanda, although quite fun is the worst wingman ever and offended them before I could close the deal) we met a bachelor party mostly from Hawaii and Conneticut. Sadly, we went to get drinks and lost all but one of them so we headed back down to Rain. Jamie snagged us bachelor party number two so I would like to introduce you to Mr. Conneticut. Look at the expressionon his face in the first picture... I had to post it!

Finally, as we were leaving da Palms Mr. Hawaii, who had actually been hanging out with us all night, decided to play along. Hawaii had a British accent, which was hot, (I have to give Amanda credit for him) and he wanted to try to surprise me, (um hello, you were with us all night, there needs to be photographic evidence) so this one happened outside da Palms.

This brings us to Saturday and once again I bet you can't guess where we decided to go, suprisingly we stayed at Ghostbar the whole time. I wish there was something more to tell you about these three but the stories are uninteresting, we met, we explained the situation, we kissed. Mr. Texas, he fanagled an extra kiss and wanted to stick around.


Mr. Wisconsin had a fabulous white blazer, may have been gay and gives me more ammo to make fun of that lame state. Mr. Georgia was last but not least. Actually he could be least, nobody remembers any interesting details about him.

I believe that brings me to 20 states. Take that MN M! See you in a month!

I'm Back, Bitches!

Well, well, well...ya'll thought I gave up on this idea/blog/contest, didn't you? Well, turns out the lack of posts is not because I'm a quitter, rather I found myself a pretty regular piece of ass (some may call this a "relationship") thanks to this very game. Yep, Mr. Wisconsin & I have decided to not stop making out after that blog entry almost 2 months ago. And he is still sticking around, what gives? And the cherry on top of this whole fucked up sundae is that he is encouraging me to continue and become the ultimate victor. Really. I am serious. Did I score or WHAT?!

Anyways, onto the damned story. I was in Chicago for work Monday - Wednesday this week and had a hell of a day on Tuesday thanks to the shit hitting the fan back in my Minnesota office. I was travelling with my best friend/co-worker, Erin, who like me, really wanted to go out for cocktails that night with some of our local Chicago friends, but we were stuck working until almost midnight. UGH. Well, because Erin & I are "using addicts" according to our recovering alcoholic boss, we were hell bent on getting a freaking drink, so we went around the corner to an Irish pub. After 1 or 2 drinks, 2 gentlemen stumbled in from what looked like a very festive evening, immediately offered to buy us drinks (I am not kidding, we were in sweatpants and looked like SHIT.) This is where I picked up on the accents. OMG WHERE ARE YOU FROM? I demanded to know seeing an excellent opportunity to get back into the game. Texas & Tennessee it turns out. SCORE! Now for the fun part...Erin gladly stepping in the role as winglady, came up with a plan in the ladies room that was a masterpiece in itself. We almost went with it until I realized this was much too easy on it's own. These guys were wasted, and for whatever reason, very into us. "I got this..." I slurred back to her, and went on with my mission. Tennessee was EASY, he was all over the idea from the get go and kept asking "when do we kiss, when do we kiss?"

Aaaand here is the license proof...sorry for the bad quality. iphones are useful most of the time, but not in a dark ass bar.

Texas was not so cooperative. He thought we were running a scam, even though we showed him the website on our phones. Whatever. His conspiracy ideas were ludicrous and lol-able. For a moment it seemed like a lost cause and I didn't have the energy or care enough to fight him on it. He also really wanted to kiss Erin, and that wasn't going to happen either, so we got up to leave. At the last minute, he grabbed me for a hug and kissed me super fast, before Erin could get the camera ready. But she was a witness, so there.

So I am happy to say I'm back in the game! HOORAY! It's good to be home...

When I was 17 years old...

... my boyfriend at the time was a senior and he wanted to go to the same college that my mom went to, coincidentally, becuase they had a good aerospace program. The day he found out he was accepted he joined my parents and I for dinner. Later he and I went downstairs to "watch a movie." Those of you that know this story know where I am going with it and have already figured out this weekend's Mr. State, plus it's a pretty funny story. In the middle of "the movie" we hear clapping and singing coming from above, only to realize that my mom and dad have donned my mom's old college sweatshirts, found a pennat (not kidding, you can't make this shit up) and they are heading downstairs, clapping and singing "I wanna go ta... North Dakota!" (It's a song, trust me... what was that quote again Nick, "while a mood killer it is not, if fact, an evidence killer.") Of course I tell this story in honor of this weekend's accomplishment... Mr. North Dakota. FYI My aunt was Mrs. North Dakota a few years ago.

Again the story is not that interesting becuase I foolishly had a shot turning the night into a hazy memory pieced together from photographs, text messages, and discussions with those attending said festivities. I will admit that this one was premeditated, my cousin had this bowling trip planned for a while and well... North Dakota isn't that densly populated and it's pretty far away, he's single and well it is North Dakota... hopefully at this point you have all gone "ew," but there's no need, I left the hitting on my cousin to one of the married moms we were with and kissed one of his friends instead ;) Thanks for playing Mr. ND!

You'll have to guess from the background where we were... it's a tough one

Good times! I love this challenge, it's super funny.