Party Like its Saturday Night

So from reading my Weekend Cap you know that I spent the better part of my Saturday on my ass catching up on Tivo. I have to say that it doesn't really motivate you to do anything. At all. So Saturday night dinner and drinks after were really mellow, because I was exhausted, yeah I have no idea how that happened, but I was. So last night rolled around and BestFriend Tiff and I went to our favorite dive bar owned by a friend of ours. It's like Cheers, where everybody knows your name. And you wish some people would forget it.

We met with with Angie and her fella, and a bunch of people I didn't say more than 5 words to. I was on a mission to make up for Saturday night, and yes I know it was Monday. I threw caution to the wind and ordered a Flaming Dr. Pepper. What I got was a Flaming Rootbeer Float, a little different but same mission. Now for fear of burning myself I like to blow out the flame before I drop the shot in the beer. Apparently I do not know my own lung capacity, because I blew flaming liquid on to the bar and it light on fire. What do I do ? Take a step back and make Ry ( Tiff's Boy) put it out. Please don't ever rely on me in an emergency, its a proven fact that the only roll I fill is the hysterical one. Can't help it. Not one of my favorite personality traits, but what is a girl to do. So after the fire is out, I decide I want another drink that involves flames. And you know , blame my friends, they let me have another. This is was actually a Flaming Dr. Pepper. And true to form, I don't know my own lung capacity and blew a little to hard, again. This time though I managed to spray everyone standing remotely near me. And this is a very sticky drink. I was not everyone's favorite person last night. Then I ask the bartender/friend and try to find out what my third shot should be. Are you noticing a pattern here......She informs me, I think for my own benefit, that taking another shot would just make me sick. So beer it is. Then on to the next brilliant idea. MUSIC!!!!! I turned that bar in to a 80's rock bar. Gun n' Roses, Bon Jovi, Def Lepard, Billy Idol. Oh and because I love it so, a little country for me. It is absolutely impossible to dance with a full beer. I have known this for years, but I was a wild child last night and decided to prove them wrong. I think my soggy flip flop would smack me up side the head if it could, or its to drunk to do so. Thank god there were no camera's last night. I am pretty sure that I was not at my best. BestFriend Tiff will comment on this I am sure, to add to the Monday Night Horror, that was Partying Like its Saturday Night.

What can I say, I rock !