I saw. I got sloppy. Yes, folks. Colleen forgot that she has a much lower alcohol tolerance than she did 16 months ago.
Kari and Dave
*note that we went to a place so fancy they don’t know how to spell “February”, nor do they contract a quality printer that knows how to spell “February”.
Andrea and Eric
Justin and the lush he married
My Cake In a Box…yes, yes, I did sing that song. No, we did not eat it off the floor. At least not before my fourth Cosmo.
I was doing really well right up until we were getting ready to leave…guess slamming the fourth Cosmo wasn’t very wise. I can’t say that I remember the ride home. Thank goodness Justin was the DD. Thank goodness I have friends that tolerated my smart mouth all the way home (even though I have NO recollection of what was said…yikes!). Thank goodness I didn’t embarrass myself in front of our 18-year old babysitter, er, too much. We’ll see what she says the next time we ask her to babysit.
But, it was fun. I’m glad we got out for a few hours. Kind of wished it could’ve been longer since the DJ was just warming up when we were leaving. I was totally ready to get my groove on. Had that irresistible urge (brought on by those 4 glasses of “courage”) to show all the really old folks and the really young ones that I still “had it”.
Sunday morning, I was totally ready to crawl into a hole. But with age comes experience. So I downed my hangover-cure of 3 ibuprofens and 1 large glass of chocolate milk at 7:15am and was feeling better at 8am. Still a little dehydrated, but a lot less hateful of sound and light.
Can’t wait for the next Adults Only Night!
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