When i get drunk . . . I turn into a goddamn trouble maker.
Someone brought to my attention a kid passed out at lindas with his shoes on. When i put his hand in his pants without him waking, and switched the beer in his other hand with mrs buttersworth. . . I knew what i must do.
First, i made him pretty.
Everyone was very consiterate, and wanted him to see how good he looked. Out came the cameras.
He had been passed out for a while, so i got to thinking, 'he must be hungry.'
Butter sounded like a good idea.
The other drunks where amused.
He looked lonely, so we decided on a group shot.
After an hour of saran wrapping his legs and arms together, rocking a make over 5th grade girl slumber party style, and giving him a spagetti hair mask, i realized:
I love this kid.
Other reasons why lindas party rocked:
Randomly one of the drunks comes into the kitchen in full blown fireman gear. He had gotten a page that he needed to go help put out a structure fire, and was stumbling around trying to find someone to drive his drunk ass to it. Nothing but hilarious.
I got a chance to drunkenly lay down tasty beats with my manfolk. 'I tried.' 'Amanda.' 'C'mon!'
And once again i got to regain my role as bartender and beer wench.
Talk of social d, getting proposed to, watching johnny break up a fight, and stumbling around in the outskirts of vancouver. . . All in all. It was a good night.