The bartender smiles as we walk in and asks us: “Are you girls here for breakfast?”
Both of us giggle and say… “Nope… Beer.”
Which is a pretty surefire sign that we had way too much fun last night.
Drinking on an empty stomach with a dented ego is perhaps not the best idea I’ve ever had. Doing it in heels and a little black dress…. was fabulously fun.
We joked about it before we left.
J- I’m gonna get black out drunk tonight- don’t let me ride the bull in my dress.
K- Well wear panties anyway just in case I can’t stop you.
J- You’re funny.
To my horror, I realized when I woke up at 6:30 this morning…. that I’d succeeded. I haven’t the foggiest idea about the end of the night. None. Once those little pink and blue shots started showing up… it gets fuzzy… or… black. 🙂
I grabbed my phone… and OH FUCK, please no… Yep. Plain as day- there was his number in my dialed calls…. 2:32 AM… Great. I prayed I didn’t leave a message- and put my phone away…
So as we’re sitting at Connie’s- I confess my gigantic absence of judgment in drunk dialing him.
J- Worst case scenario- I left a message- right?
K- Did you check the length of the call?
K- Yeah it’ll tell you how long the call lasted.
J- 4 Minutes and 40 seconds.
K- Oh no…You talked to him. You did not leave a 5 minute voice mail.
Fabulous. Nothing like making a drunken late night declaration.
I think to myself, beer only from now on- no more drinks named after candy.
Neither of us even remember who took these pictures- and I lost an earring. I have my drunk face on… oh my.
My sister looked at me and said:
K- Listen. We went out- got shitfaced- left on our feet, in our shoes, in a cab home together, alone! We had a great time- and anybody who thinks anything of any of it can go to hell.
J- You have peanut shells in your shoes.
K- Beer only from now on.
No hangover… but I’d rather have one right now than not remember- and hey- my makeup is still great- we may go in later…