The Storm Starts to Rumble (Part 2)

So here’s to day 2 of the trip.

Last night, we both got to sleep by 3 am. I woke up super early at 8:30 am. I showered, did my makeup, and got into my outfit for the anime convention. Today’s cosplay was Sanrio’s My Melody. I finished around 11, but my friend was still asleep. Pretty wakes up super late, usually around 2pm. I normally would to, but for some reason, I don’t like the beds in hotels. It sounds like first world problems, but the pillows are too soft, and squish down to basically a thin piece of paper. Because I’m such a fat bitch, I need a pillow that can elevate my head a bit so that way all the fucking fat in my double chin won’t block my airway and choke me out on my sleep. Also, something about the mattress just aches my body in the morning.

By 1pm, Pretty finally woke up. I was just scrolling on my phone to make the time pass by while she started to get ready. We talk about last night and she is still giggling like an idiot. Before the boys left last night, Hubby encouraged Pretty and Baby Daddy to take some photos together to commemorate the night. They were hugging and kissing in the photos like a real couple (ugh I’m gonna fucking throw up). She was gushing over the photos the whole time and I wanted to bang my head in the wall.

Also, before we knocked out last night, I sent a text to Hubby inviting him and Baby Daddy over to the hotel tonight to go night swimming in the pool and to drink in the jacuzzi. It was Pretty’s idea but she was too scared to text Baby Daddy, so I relayed the invite over to Hubby. Even though Hubby initially freaked me out, I wanted to see how he was when he was sober. Him and I actually had a good connection and his bad taste of jokes could just be chalked up to having 1 too many drinks. And also, last night, he texted me how sad he was that he couldn’t sleep with me…LET’S JUST SAY HE WAS TOO DRUNK. I don’t want to believe that was him in his full-functioning head.

Anyways, Pretty puts on her cosplay (being a sexy maid) and we were off to the convention hall.

I usually hate the second day of conventions. Those are the busiest days with everyone being squished like sardines. Walking from Point A to Point B will be difficult, you’re always bumping into someone, and the air is ungodly musty. I’m lucky to be tall (a nice 5 ft 7 in) but to anyone 5’5 and under, my heart goes out to them. Since the last trip, Pretty had already went all out and bought everything that caught her eye. I was more conservative with my money and in the end, regretted that I couldn’t get a lot of stuff. This time, Pretty controlled herself, and I went a bit more wild. I’d bought 4 hentai magazines, some sticker sheets, and a notebook with Sailor Moon’s eyes on the cover. I hate tacky looking anime stationary items, but the way the eyes were redrawn on was very subtle and beautiful. We shopped till our hearts content and were feeling pretty parched due to limited oxygen in that stuffy hall.

Pretty and I went back to our hotel room after 2 hours and organized everything we bought. We had bought some mystery bags together and opened them up and opened up my hentai books. On our respective beds, we laid side by side just flipping through the pages. I bought them for some of my male friends since Christmas is coming up, but honestly, I might keep one for myself.

Once it hit 5pm, we scurried to do an outfit change since we had a reservation for a fancy dinner. We had ate at this place last time and it was so good that we wanted to try it again. This time, it was not so good. There were still tasty nibbles but not as mindblowing the second time around. Did you guys know that fancy restaurant often change their menu? I guess it’s due to my pauperized taste buds, but I believed it was like any other restaurant with unchanging dishes. It came to our surprise when we ordered the scallops again. The plating was different, the sauce was different, and the whole taste was different. It was still good, but me and my friend were craving the taste from before. This isn’t the restaurant’s fault in any way, it was just due to our ignorance.

Right after dinner, we had to race to our hotel room for another outfit change. This time, it was for the boys from last night. Hubby wasn’t coming. Apparently, he had the worst luck and lost his ID and wallet after our time together. AND, he got a flat tire on his truck. Talk about a triple whammy. Baby Daddy was the only one coming and this hour of waiting for him gave Pretty and me time to digest the food and change into our cute bathing suits. Even though my guy wasn’t coming, Pretty told me she still wanted me nearby in case something happened. Baby Daddy seemed like a good guy, but it was just a ‘just-in-case’ type of worry. So, as they swam in the pool, I was on standby in the jacuzzi nearby.

I didn’t mind too much. Even if she didn’t ask me, I would’ve offered since its ‘girl code’ and everything. The jacuzzi was nice but a part of it disgusted me. The water felt nice and I made small talk with other people in there. There was around 8 or 9 people and almost all of them were there for the anime convention as well. So you know in the kitchen, if you ever had to boil meat or bones for a dish, you’re supposed to scrape off the top layer of foam since it contains all the dirt, scum, and impurities of the meat. So when I was in the jacuzzi, I saw there was foam forming in the middle of all the bubbles splashing. I scooped some up in my hand and the foam didn’t dissolve. Immediately, I was reminded of the scum of boiling meat/bones and was repulsed.

After an hour of swimming, the couple goes up to our hotel room. Don’t get too excited, nothing happened. Baby Daddy just need a place to change from his wet clothes to dry clothes. Once he leaves, Pretty gives me the green light to make my way up. She tell me the most jaw dropping information. Apparently, Baby Daddy knocked up his ex-girlfriend, and she is 2 weeks pregnant! (hehehe yes this is why I gave him the name of ‘Baby Daddy’). Pretty, just like me, hates children and wants nothing to do with them, so safe to say, this was their last time talking.

So, to forget about the last hour, what do you think we did? YUP ANOTHER OUTFIT CHANGE! To the clubs we go! Whether it was to just drink or to find a boy, we agreed that a distraction was much needed. Where yesterday we dressed to the nines in our mini black dresses and heels, we were more comfortable today. She had a tank, shorts, and combat boots while I had a cardigan, skirt and sneakers. Yea, that was not the best choice. We were to a Korean bar to get some drinks in and it was good, but once we tried to go into the actual clubs, there were some complications. One of the clubs we wanted to go to had a dress code and then the club across from it didn’t let us in because Pretty brought her stiiizy. By this time, it was 1am, the clubs were about to close in 30 minutes, and we were tired. We put up a good fight, but decided to just call it a night.

As we were walking back to our hotel, we had to cross the street side by side with a large group of men. We tried walking behind them to keep some distance and saw that one of the men lingered back with us and slowed down to our pace. After crossing the street he told us, “I wanted to make sure you guys got across safely.”

Ahhhh that's so sweet~ Again my bare minimum standards are on the fucking floor. I only noticed he was getting close to us but didn’t think much of it. Pretty, on the other hand, stated that when she noticed what he was slowing down, it actually made her put up her guards.

Anyways, we get back to the hotel and I promptly knock out. Pretty stays awake a while longer to talk to one of her friends while I’m snoring.

TLDR: Baby Daddy really is a baby daddy…and clubs suck.

Note: I’m in the middle of writing about day 3 of the trip so please stay tuned (and there’s going to be another post about me going absolutely ape-shit on one of the family members but thats for later.)