Work Hard, Party Harder

I fuckin' love Enterprise. How many company's do you know have a massive party and pays for EVERYTHING. Everything? Everything. Back in July they had our Fiscal Year End party that they throw every year and they provide food and liquor...imma say it again; food, and liquor.

I decided to take Etana to the party w/ me...why the fuck did I do that??



The party was masquerade theme that they threw at Motor City. They gave out mask and had different Creole and New Orleans based food. They had free wine, free pop, free water, free beer, free any and everything that you could think of. They had a photo booth, and as you can see, we used it lol.

Etana, Etana, Etana, what can I say about Etana. Flat out, she was being Etana. Etana is an extremely special person. I introduced her to my coworkers and a couple of other people that I knew within the company. It was crowded; over 3,200 people from all over Michigan came through to celebrate, and that wasn't even everyone. While we were walking to the dance floor, Etana happened to run into this guy that she happened to know. They went to college or high school together, some shit like that, so she stayed back and talked to him. She was gone for about an hour, but I aint give a damn, I continued to dance with Cassie, Victor and Danyale. After about an hour, she walked up deciding that she was going to fill me in on everything that they talked about. Unfortunately, she decided that she wanted to talk about this while Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO. I fucking love that song. I lose my fucking mind whenever I hear that song. So it happened to be at my favorite part when she came in my ear talking about shit I gave no fucks about and I snapped and said, "SHUT THE FUCK UP TALKING TO ME RIGHT NOW! THIS IS MY SHIT!"

The party ended at about 11 so afterwards Danyale, Etana, and I decided to head to a Hookah bar to continue partying. Etana decided that she wanted to once again tell me about the conversation that she and the guy had, and also decided to talk about some other stuff that was going on in her love life; for um-teenth million time. I started to hit her with the "say whaat?", "damn", "fa real", "wow", "that's fucked up", and all Cupcake could do is look at me and tweet shit like, "I wonder if this bitch ever shuts up". FINALLY someone sees the shit I went through on a daily basis.

Anyway, I had a great fucking time, ate good food, drank good wine (Chardonnay good; Merlot bad), and took a picture with one of my fav people in the photo booth (below).