be careful what you wish for

*** This is a 'cut and paste' account of last nights' festivities based on what we could remember and the pictures on my camera. I know there is more to the story, but none of us can recall the finer details. ***

It all started with a few of Nikki's infamous cosmos, the kind strong enough to render a bull unconscious, followed by a few black Russians at Devil's Martini. Then there was a shot of jager just because we were still able to put together a sentence. I know there was dancing (my knees hurt and my feet ache), and there was definitely conversations with interesting characters. We headed over to the usual watering hole sometime around midnight, judging by the text messages I sent Alex, where there was more drinking and laughter and the kinds of conversations one would never have sober.

Somehow we wound up at a friend of a friend's place for an hour (or just enough time for me to send the kind of text messages that never get sent sober) before making it back to Nikki's just in time to see the sun rise. One thing I do know for certain is that I was so drunk I didn't take my make-up off and that never happens, ever!

5 hours later and we were dusting ourselves off and getting all dolled up for the ballet. As if the marching band in my head wasn't distraction enough the story line was insane; forgot a bizarre love triangle, this was more like a love octagon. Good thing I start working in 2 weeks because my liver (and wallet and dignity) won't last much longer if I keep this up.