well, as i mentioned earlier, saturday was the bachelorette party for my dear highschool friend amy.
i had NO intention on going out and getting drunk. i had planned on driving myself to the club and driving myself home. i didn't plan on getting it set up so me and my girl greta would have a DD and i could drink the night away. i def. didn't plan on getting drunk and dancing like its nobody's business (b/c after all, i can't dance worth a shit).
i didn't plan on any of that, but shit, am i glad it happened.
i had *so* much more fun that i thought i would have. me and greta drank our usual crown and diet coke (okay it was diet pepsi) and i swear, it was 90% crown, 10% soda. then us two genius' were drinking that shit with straws and using it as a thirst quencher from all that dancing.
seven crown and coke's (ehhmm..pepsi) later, we were three sheets to the wind.
i danced so much i am still paying for it. oh, speaking of paying for it....
...so you woulda thought all of that was enough, but no, we have joe-mike (greta's best gay guy friend) pick me and greta up and take us to the gay bar (love this joint) and had a blast there. thank God i had stopped drinking at that point b/c i was gooooood to go.
so after that, the three of us piled in the jeep (joe mike was sober) and drove back to greta's. had a few smokes and then hit the hay....at three-fuckin'-o'clock in the a.m.
i hardly slept at all. i think i prayed more that i wouldn't throw up in greta's house. seven a.m. rolled around and i hopped in my car and drove that loooooong way home to the country. i walked in the door, kissed mike, told him i had to go throw up, hit the shower to wash that drunk/bar smell off of me, mike made me toast, and then i slept until 12:30.
and if that wasn't enough, i danced so much (and did God knows what kind of moves) that my abdomen and legs are friggin' killing me.
but hey, at least i got some exercise right????
here are some pics for your viewing pleasure :)
me and greta doing our usual self picture
the jordan sisters, stose and rachel
me and the bride to be getting doooooowwwwwwn
rachel and the bride to be
me, greta, and rachel
greta shakin' that ass
ya think i've had enough to drink??? i'm actually going to scrap this page. i never, ever dance b/c i think i look like elaine did on that episode of seinfeld. apparently here lately, i really don't care (thanks greta....that's b/c of you *muah*)
the other girls doing a line dance