Not The Favorite

I made it out with the girls on Saturday night for my cousins stagette party. And I got my very first trip in a limo! When the limo got to the house, me and few other girls ran to get in and I somehow got the end seat at the very back. Now when you try to squeeze 13 into a limo capable of holding 10, something has to give. And that something was me. I ended up getting squished out and had to sit on the floor. Boo. Well, the trip to the second bar I made sure to get in somewhere in the middle. Gotta tell ya, limo’s rule when in an actual seat.

We had tons of fun out, although I was sad at the lack of money making games for the bars. I mean really, where was the “Suck for a Buck” t-shirt and standard bag of suckers??? Our bride-to-be lucked out and didn’t even have a list of ridiculous tasks to complete by nights end. Men – your undies are safe for another stagette.

I had so much fun and way too many shooters. At the end of the night, the Princess and I left together and we decided to grab a hotdog from the cart in front of Sweets. Whilst waiting, an older man came up to us and started in on the standard drunk guy stuff, you know “you’re so pretty and you girls are so beautiful” crap. Well, apparently we weren’t gracious enough or at all really. The next thing I know, he’s calling me a spoiled brat and a bitch. Whoa, and the gloves came off. Nobody, especially some drunk asshole, calls me a bitch and gets away with it. I distinctly remember telling him that I didn’t know him from a piece of shit on the street and what gives him the right to talk to me that way.

Princess kept telling me to leave, but she did get in a dig about him wearing sunglasses at 1am. We finally started up the street with this asshat following us. He got a little too close for comfort to me, so I turned around and with my best calm, stern, mommy voice and pointed finger, I looked him straight in the eye and said Sir, if you don’t leave us alone, I’m going to call 911. (Yes, I really called him sir.) That was that and he crossed the street.

Side note, cab service SUCKS at 1am. I called for two cabs since P and I were going in opposite directions and NEITHER of them showed up. We each managed to get cabs a half hour later just by grabbing them as they passed by.

How about this?
1 double Sailor Jerry’s rum and coke
3 Lime Fuzzy Ducks
2 Jello Shooters
1 Rootbeer Schnapp’s shooter
1 PornStar shooter
1 Vodka and Sprite

And I woke up feeling pretty damn good, and if you know me, this is HUGE. I usually get a major hangover from just 3 beers. Dude, the times be changin…

Labels: Drinking