Okay, so I know that over the past month I have complained about the holidays, the gift shopping, the depressing times of being alone blah blah blah.
Well, last night eight of my amigos gathered to take the town by (ice) storm as we ventured around in a limo. It was a two part evening one being a date - yes I know ... don't blow me down with sarcasm - and the later part was a party bus on wheels (that being a limo).
Well, first what you want to know and are anxiously awaiting for me to divulge - it was a white limo that held about 9. So, yes, we did have plenty of room for us and the alcohol and my box of donuts. I realize that when I drink, I love my sweets. Donut holes rock my world. The next burning question would be ... did I eat? Of course, my date and I had deep dish pizza as we had no clue where the limo was taking us. Nor did we really care.
The date was full of conversation, good two way kind, and it is pretty much a common fact that sometimes I miss the obvious. Not the best at reading the signs of a woman no matter if they come in visible words or silence. So, as much as I know, it was a whopping success.
Then we gathered our friends and we had a mishap where one of our friends found herself covered in cashews. Into her socks and into her shoes - how this happened - not sure - but have found that my parties lately have an element of shock and awe. Well, I later will coin this "cashoes" this may have been six drinks into the night so I was saying some things that most normal people may omit. We made a couple stops for restrooms or cigarettes. We swapped seats, changed music stations and drank like sailors. (Just sayin' it like it was). I have to say that for those who did not know one well, by the end of the trip we did.
We ended up at Flashbacks - and the joint was empty - and we had it to ourselves. The 80's music was off the hook and I think I lost 10 pounds dancing like I was from the set of Dance Fever. It was so much fun and you know that all good things must come to an end - except a Carbo party that then continued back at the home until 130 in the morning. The juke box was lit up and so was I - my drink of choice became grape vodka with grape juice. For the records - it just tastes like grape juice. I realized that my ass can shake left to right and up and down. Almost ghetto butt, but heard that I am all white from left to right and up and down. Guess "knockin boots" is not as common catch phrase as I thought - so never say it more than once in an evening.
Overall an amazing evening. Would I do this again - without doubt I would. How soon? Well, that I can't answer. Life is a tight rope full of many gators below. I find myself so cautious to live life that sometimes I don't. Sometimes I live it but just with metal shoes on ... so stay tuned and just know that I found a bit of hope for the holidays.