No Work Equals Lots of Play

The day after Thanksgiving would normally be a busy one for the bars, if you work in the burbs. We forget that everyone who lives in the city is not from the city, with the rare exception. Anyway I went in that Friday expecting to work and be there all weekend busting ass because shit it's the weekend and who doesn't want to party on their holiday break?! I got all dolled up and had my parentals drop me off at work (still no license yet) and went in and waited, and waited, and waited. I finally received one table, a couple who ordered salad and water. Big money yea buddy! So finally it was apparent that I would not be working that night. I swiftly got cut and sat my ass at the bar and ordered a fabulous captain and diet.

Now I did not post about the weekend before but I had sworn off the alcohol for awhile because I got pretty nice and hammered the previous Saturday. Oh well it was a week later so I quickly forgot about that escapade. Back to the current Friday night. I call up my bff Katie and tell her to get her ass to the bar and party with me. She shows up (love when you can count on friends!) and we start to slowly booze. We decide to take some shots because why wouldn't you? Now back in October we went white water rafting and built a fire, well she built a fire and I build shots, so I remembered that car bombs were not her thing. We took some goldshlagger and started to get buzzed. Asian Situation arrived and that's when shit hit the rood. Shots were flowing, drinks were downed, commotion was everywhere!

The bar that is .9 miles down the road from us people left and we went back to our corner. Katie kept getting hit on left and right and I just kept wandering, well I know Katie's get the fuck outta my way face and I saw it numerous times and had to ask people to get their friends to step away. Again it was just us 2. There were a group of girls in the bar and one of them was painted up like a damn whore and I didn't say anything at all, Little Chuy said something and I agreed. Apparently they went up to DJ Snoop and said that Katie and I were picking on them. Uh hello dumbass I am drunk and probably trying to scope out the crowd. The one thing people have to realize is I don't care about you enough to stare at you.

So these girls apparently were talking shit and what not and DJ Snoop told them there was no way I was saying anything because he still thinks I am a nice girl! So somehow more drinks and shots were taken and the end of the night rolls around. I have my sleepover bag with me since I am stuck in the city all weekend and we decide to go to the after hours bar. DJ Snoop agrees to drive me and Katie to her house to drop my stuff off then to the bar. 2 of the girls who were in that group were with us. I talked to them and cleared everything up. I said I don't care about anyone but me and my friends so it's all good. They ended up being nice and I think made out with my coworkers?

So we head to Tai's and I did not take a sip of alcohol because I was blasted. I really didn't want to be there anymore and I don't think Katie did either so we ended up houdining out and getting a cab to her place. I roll out of the cab on one side and she exits the other, my back is turned to get us in the door and I hear a thud. I turn around and see Katie in front of the can knocked down, it literally hit her. My first instinct was rush up and make sure she is ok, she is fine. I then try not to laugh because (as she is kicking her legs about) she is saying I am going to sue you and my knees are broken. Now I love my little blonde doll because she was so fired up and then I finally got her to stand up and go inside. After trying to dial 911 a couple times (we didn't succeed) we ordered pizza. It arrived and we watched Married With Children and it made the whole night that much better. We promptly passed out and slept til 11 or noon the next day.

Saturday begins and we literally watch spring break '05 videos and reminisc about the good times we had. Things were so much easier back then! I wish I could post the videos up here but alas there is too much incriminating jargon on there for me to post anything, it will forever remain in a secret location. So we laid around and I waited to go into work that night, surprise poeple are still in the burbs and not back so I end up not working. We had a calm night in watching fucking Mario Lopez on every channel. I don't know when Mario Lopez decided to bring back his hispanic accent but somehow it came out of nowhere. It was off to bed early for hot yoga in the morning!

I tell ya what hot yoga is great after a weekend of drinking because it will surely get all the crap out of your system. The teacher may be able to smell what you drank but you feel so much more alive. All i all I was not expecting to stay with Katie or get bombed or watch her get hit by a cab, but I assure you that this will be a memory I never forget and we got some sweet bonding time in!