I got my happy drunk on last night. About a year ago I found the perfect drink combo that keeps me in that nice, pleasant, warm place instead of the over-the-edge-without-a-parachute place, which is where alcohol usually takes me. I feel bad for all those times my friends had to deal with me like that – thankfully I don’t drink often so they didn’t have to deal with me like that very often.
Two margs and a shot of tequila and I’m a happy girl.
Last nights show was really good. It was fun hanging out with my friends and listening to Mister Rock Star do his thing. The best thing about bars – for me anyway – is the people watching and there was this one guy who was a total pimp. We are talking P.I.M.P here. I’m pretty sure he danced with every woman in the joint (our table excluded, of course).
He would do this funny, sashay thing as he made his way onto the dance floor. It was like this stiff, robot-like, slide thing with fist of fury boxing into the air. It was awesome. I made up a theme song for him … “I’m headed … to … the … dance … floor”… You have to sing it like a robot though. It’s not as funny sober, but last night Mandy, Naarah and I thought it was brilliant.
CW
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