But I don't wanna go to bed...
I just got home from my work Christmas Dinner, which was held at Montanas. I'm really not tired and I know I should go to bed cause tomorrow I'll be bagged, but right now it just isn't working for me. I love the waiters at Montanas. The agreement with my work was that we could pick anything off the menu + 2 drinks (non alcoholic unless you were of age) ... so taking advantage of the fact I could have expensive stuff, I decided to have a virgin margarita. Once finished, I asked for a second, "forgetting" to mention the virgin part and it def wasn't. And now Melissa doesn't want to go to bed and Mom is yelling at her becuase she has school tomorrow which sucks balls. I wish I could be a hobo...