4.12.2008

Just crazy.

aka Just Another One of My Friday Night Misadventures.

One of these days I will realize that lots of Patron in a short amount of time, paired with not eating a lot, paired with those who like to poke me with sticks equals chaos. Therefore I am hereby declaring a moratorium on Patron drinking, at least in the near-term. I love my tequila but the last two weeks it's been very bad news. Two Fridays in a row I've gotten into... erm... altercations. Both of those Fridays I was drinking Patron. No more Patron for a while. Patron turns me into a freaking pit bull when provoked.

I did have a total blast last night. The celebration du jour was my cousin's 30th birthday. My uncle rented out a place up on Lookout Mountain (for you out-of-towners playing from home, it's up in Golden and features a bazillion TV and radio towers, plus the final resting place of Buffalo Bill Cody. Plus freaking phenomenal views) that was big enough for the crazy lot of us. My family is HUGE plus there's all the friends and friends of the family in attendance. The fam LOVES to party and LOVES to drink. Lots. We're mostly Italian and Irish. We love to party.

We ate marginal food. Well, the cheese plate they had was nice.

We drank a lot of beer and did way too many shots.

Played really bad pranks - like grabbing a wedge of brie, plopping a cherry on top and offering it to my other cousin's boyfriend passing it off as cheesecake. Or fashioning "man-boobs" out of balloons and prancing around the dance floor. Or making up some really weird dance and passing it off as the latest thing.

We danced. Lots. I learned to salsa dance courtesy of my cousin's boyfriend. We also did the Thriller dance (think 13 Going on 30). I fell on my ass trying to do the running-man in 3" heels. Big time. I caught air. Only worse than the inappropriately-dressed-for-the-weather-Macy's-incident. I hit the ground HARD. I am sore today. Still I got back up and managed to dance my ass off for at least two more hours.

Yeah then there was another 'episode' to this really bad soap opera I've managed to get myself into and am trying desperately to get myself back out of. I'm not entirely at fault (although some rather bad behaviour on my part has not exactly helped), but I'm not entirely to blame either. I've still got a bit of a road ahead of me but at least now I'm somewhere I can think.

4 comments:

Lee said...

Sounds like you're having a BLAST. Hoping your soap opera goes the way of the Edge of Night (old soap, off the air!!).

Violet said...

No. Kidding. I just keep repeating to myself "no more drama - and lay off the tequila.. no more drama - and lay off the tequila..."

Apparently I said some really weird things to people that I now don't remember. I hate when I do that...

Lee said...

OMG. Not that it's funny, but I'm just thinking I should START drinking tequila and blame it on the booze. Think it'll work? Bwahahahaha!

No more drama ... no more drama ... no more drama ...

I'm with you chickie!

Violet said...

Well I'm not allowing myself to drink any more tequila until Texas, so you and I can drink that and blame any bad behavior on our dear friend Mr. Patron.

It's going to be a dangerous weekend to begin with. We'll have me, you, Mangy, Tiff (if she gets better)... I just wish E and the Nancys were going to be there too...