Shenanigans!

So the plan was for everyone to meet at this bar for Karaoke at 8pm. By 8:30, I was still at home waiting for my sister to get ready so we could leave. I found out that my friends that had already gotten to the bar, had already ordered dinner, without me. I was STARVING!!! 

So we finally get to the bar, and we are sitting outside chatting when this girl walks up with a tray of shots from Pinnacle Vodka. I had yet to try any of their concoctions, and couldn't wait. She said the ones she had were cotton candy vodka with 7-up. Yummy! So then I had to decide my starter drink of the evening: Pinnacle Whipped with Dr Pepper. That went down so quick, I needed another to follow up with: Pinnacle Whipped with OJ. That was good too. Then, I decided to try Pinnacle Whipped with root beer, but the bartender didn't mention that the root beer they use is Barq's. If you have ever drank root beer, you can tell there is a distinct taste difference between Barq's and anything good. Barq's has bite, and it's not tastey! So I returned that drink for another one with Dr Pepper. Three was a good limit to set with those bad boys because I was on cloud 9, or at least close too it.

In between drinking, there was singing, a quick salad, conversations, picture taking, and smoking. Then beer. Beer is so nice when it's cold, and not the least bit skunky. Goes down like ice water. There was a kiss, a kind of awkward, but nice kiss. Then, my old roommate showed up. He's usually good for the last minute invite. And then there was Denny's . . . 

I shouldn't have gone to Denny's. I should have gone straight home to my comfy bed, and went to sleep, but we went to Denny's. We ordered food, and that's went things got crazy. I don't even know if I instigated everything, but all of a sudden we were best friends with these guys at the next table. He's talking about being an uncircumcised Jew. Someone took my late bacon. I was conned into paying for dinner, good con by the way. Then the drive home. The drive home is either my head stuck out the window praying to God that I don't throw up, or laying on the seat totally reclined with my eyes closed praying to God that I don't throw up. This drive was a little combo, the window down, seat reclined, and praying. I made it home, obviously. Thanked my friend for a great night, somehow made it into my house and my bed. Another year down!

Next time: Hmmmmmmmmmmm . . . .