True Story

I went out this past Saturday night with some friends and things got a little OOC. We ended up closing out a bar somewhere in Lakeview after which I stumbled home. Good times were had by all.

However, I woke up the next morning with a very sore forehead. It wasn't a headache - it felt like I had hit my head on something. Since I couldn't remember doing so, I asked my friends about it. They replied, "Maybe you hit your head on the tap." I gave them a confused look. Did I throw up in the sink at the bar? Nope. "Don't you remember what happened after you took that shot of Goldshlagger?" I don't remember drinking Goldshlagger.

My friends then had to fill me in. Apparently, we got friendly with the bartenders after most of the other patrons went home. At some point, my friends picked me up and held me under the tap at the bar while the bartender poured beer into my mouth. I remember none of this.

Stunned, I asked how much beer I drank. "You drank a lot of beer dude. Like a champ." At some point the bartenders also brought out a funnel, but I wasn't involved in that (I don't think). Also, I became irate when my songs wouldn't play on the jukebox. Somehow I had forgotten to put money in the machine before making my selections...

*shame*

Party Over Here

Here's a long winded story about why setting the clocks back an hour is awesome. Last night I went to a spooky Halloween party. My friend and I went as 80s prom chicks and got decked out in two of the ugliest dresses ever (I'll post a picture when I get it from her camera). Picture hot pink nails, gigantic teased hair, and an inch of blush. In short, how I would love to look every day.

At about midnight we had to take our friend home who got wrecked, but since the night was still young we went to a local bar to continue drinking. Given that technically it wasn't Halloween anymore, we sorta stood out in our get-ups and got a number of comments. Regardless, the drinking began and continued until closing time. Or so we thought! With a few minutes to 2am we started packing up our stuff to go home when...the clocks went back! We had another hour to drink! It was like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. So we ordered another round (and another...) and good times were had by all. The end.