Saturday night was JoJo's 35 birthday party up at my sister's bar. Things ALWAYS get retarded at her parties. Almost as much so as at MY birthday parties. We're juvenile that way I guess.
The night started off well, Tara and I didn't have guys going with us (we'll talk about that in another post), so we loaded up our road pops and headed up to the bar. It was already 9:30, so by the time we got there, everyone was well on their way to lit. We got drinks and took our place at the top of the skate ramp waiting for our favorite local band to start performing.
I think where it all started to go wrong was the ice shot luge.... Bacardi had given my sister several bottles of their new flavor, Torched Cherry to sample to everyone over the weekend on the luge. I'm not a big fan of plain liquor shots, but this one was really good and even better in a drink with some Coke. YUMMY! Our party got an ENTIRE bottle just for us... Ugh, that spells trouble.... Anyways, look how inappropriate these pictures look.....
Insert penis joke here.........
After that, we sang and danced the night away, me getting more and more buzzed. At one point the cute boy, we'll call him Mike#2 (not the serial killer, but the other one from that post) from a couple of weeks ago shows up and hangs out with us. I'm not gonna lie, I have a crush on this one, but he's only 24, so off limits..... Somehow, out of the hundred pictures on my camera, there were none of him, instead, I have shit like this.....
Ok, well we look cute in this one, but we're still retarded....
Apparently the night ended with girls who like girls getting little too frisky on the patio.... Oops, don't remember that happening.... My coworker and Mike#2 sure did though..... Actually, I don't even remember how we got back out to the patio...... I derailed at some point shortly after that, was escorted to the car and driven home. I woke up Sunday morning still fully clothed, minus my shoes, which were nowhere to be found (because I had been running around barefoot apparently... EWWWW) and my camera. Luckily, Tara had my shoes and Chad, the bartender had my camera.
Sunday I laid in bed all day catching up on dvr stuff. It wasn't so much that I was hungover, but still drunk. Around 7 I motivated and finally got the house cleaned up. God I hate being that unproductive on a weekend I don't have Ev, but it happens I guess......
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