Is that a lemon in your lap...or are you just happy to see me?

This past Friday I did something I haven't done in a loooooong time.  I went out.  With a friend.  To drink.

This is a good thing, right?  A woman needs a break from her brood every now and again.

I had a little too much to drink, though, and made an ass of myself...a few times.

Towards the end of the night, my best friend, Michele, and I are standing at the bar talking to two guys (innocently--I'm married, remember?), and she (or I--I really can't remember) decides it's time to do a shot.  So, she buys all four of us lemon drops. 

Here is my moment to shine--to not look like the novice.  I slam my drink in one gulp, grab my lemon wedge, and bite down.  Then, I take the soggy, sugary lemon and toss it into  my glass, no, wait...it went into the guy's lap.  He was still brushing sugar off his pants ten minutes later.

What can I say?  I'm all sorts of classy.

...Saturday morning I remember why I usually stay home Friday nights with my three kids.  My head ached so bad that I smelled smoke.  I was sure the booze gave me a tumor.

Above:  Me before my night of debauchery...   

Comments

[del]

What, no "after" shots?? lol. At least you had fun!

[Jenn : )]

Haha - I was thinking the same thing - lets see an "after" shot! : )

You deserve a night out!

[Jenn]

Debauchery every once in a while is a good thing. And it sounds like yours was awesome fun! :)