Saturday night mayhem is all.
I skipped dinner, I should probs know better by now.
Guzzled down 5 beers at my friends house and then headed to the local bar with her, her BF from Florida, and his friend. The plan was to meet our friends there.
Sometimes I get loopy crazy when I drink. Like dance around, be excessively loud, and attract all sorts of attention crazy.
First re-cap of the night: lime green glow in the dark nail polish, for the win. Which I obvs made sure to stick my fingernails up into the ceiling light, shout to someone let's go light up a corner at which point I would dart off at top speed to show off my glowing nails in a darkened part of the bar.
Secondly, I brought my dog to the bar. I had him with me because I was at my friend's house beforehand and then well, it was late and I didn't want to call around finding him a place to stay while I went and got boozed up. So, he came to the bars.
After the first bar dizzy-ness, we set off for the next locale.
We all walked in and who was there? Well, my pretend liquor store boyfriend but of course.
Pretty sure I attempted to tone down my on-speed behavior and have a normal conversation with him - not sure how successful that was.
Anyways, my friends and I then hung out for a bit downstairs having a beer, and being mellow.
Then they decided to head upstairs to the actual bar sitch.
They all headed up leaving me as the last one.
I turned, took a step, my toe caught - and fucking all mighty I took a fucking spill across the concrete floor in front of everyone, liquor store boyfriend included. My beer rolled away and spilled everywhere as I laid there on the cold, hard floor in front of a crowd, attempting to determine if I in fact broke my hip or knee.
I didn't.
My friends however, didn't even see this take place unfortunately. It would have made the embarassing aspect a bit better if I had them to laugh about it with.
Anyways, I kept drinking along, dancing, watching PBR, and generally being silly.
Then we set off for home.
We stopped to drop my friend off and I ran inside real quick to grab a contact container and she pointed out her new pellet stove. To which I declared, damn that's a sexy stove! Because that makes sense.
My friend took my keys and I crashed at her house.
After making out with her BF's friend from Florida. Because it seemed normal.
I then drove home at 4AM after he woke me back up in an attempt to hook up.
I think it's fucking code that when someone passes out - you leave them passed out. You do NOT wake them up, and while they are all sorts of in a drunkenly wake-up stupour, attempt to hook up.
Code mother fucking violation.
So I grabbed my keys and drove home. Leaving my wallet and my dog's collar behind.
3 hours of left alone sleep in my bed sounded delicious.
