I cannot be held accountable for improperly spelled words..
Ok, so perhaps I remember now why I don't go spend time in Rehoboth as much anymore. Allan and Rob came down today to spend the day with me here in Maryland, which was wonderful because we really haven't spent time together since their wedding back in April. They got down here around 12:30ish and we rode down to Cambridge to wander around the historical district and just hang out. We did some window shopping, found this great little gourmet food shop that I didn't realize was there, and then found a pretty cabinet for their glassware in one of the little antique shops. We were then going to head over to Suicide Bridge Restaurant, but the boys had decided they wanted to go bowling. Dear God in heaven. As soon as we got there Allan was at the bar getting drinks. I figured one beer wouldn't be too bad, even though I hadn't eaten yet, I knew we would at some point. Well, the one beer turned into a round of shots (the bartender lady fell in love with Allan and was doing 6 double shots instead of 3), and I declared myself done before I started stumbling and had gone and gotten a lemonade.
You know, normally at strange parties and clubs you have to worry about your drinks being spiked, not out with friends. I stepped away from my drink long enough to pick some music for the jukebox and that fucker had tossed in two shots of vodka to my lemonade. I glared and warned him that was it. So why did I end up with another double round of shots?
How in the bloody hell I didn't fall on my ass bowling is still a mystery to me (surprisingly enough I did better while drunk, who knew?) but within a span of four freakin' hours, damn.
I had a wonderful time and I've really missed my guys, but dammit, I can NOT drink like I used to. Very sad. ... Mat..not one word.
So now, I am off to lay down for a bit, I've already taken some excedrin to stave off the headache I know is coming, and I've already arranged for one of my girls to be on with me so I can sleep in a bit in the morning lol Gotta go tend to a broken thumbnail that got caught in the bowling ball and find something to eat so I'm not as horrifically sick as I think I'm going to be and then it's lights out for a while. (5:00p, how pathetic >.< )
But see?!? I do occasionally have a life outside of work! ... Just kinda frightening sometimes lol
You know, normally at strange parties and clubs you have to worry about your drinks being spiked, not out with friends. I stepped away from my drink long enough to pick some music for the jukebox and that fucker had tossed in two shots of vodka to my lemonade. I glared and warned him that was it. So why did I end up with another double round of shots?
How in the bloody hell I didn't fall on my ass bowling is still a mystery to me (surprisingly enough I did better while drunk, who knew?) but within a span of four freakin' hours, damn.
I had a wonderful time and I've really missed my guys, but dammit, I can NOT drink like I used to. Very sad. ... Mat..not one word.
So now, I am off to lay down for a bit, I've already taken some excedrin to stave off the headache I know is coming, and I've already arranged for one of my girls to be on with me so I can sleep in a bit in the morning lol Gotta go tend to a broken thumbnail that got caught in the bowling ball and find something to eat so I'm not as horrifically sick as I think I'm going to be and then it's lights out for a while. (5:00p, how pathetic >.< )
But see?!? I do occasionally have a life outside of work! ... Just kinda frightening sometimes lol