D to the runked

Hello lonely citizens. I am what some may call drunk. To me, I think my head is just a little fluffy. It'll pass. I realized tonight that I am a big raging fan of peach schnapps. First we had orange juice, rum, peach schnapps and grenadine. That's a Caribbean Sunrise apparently. I was not a huge fan but hey, it's got to go somewhere so I drank it. Then I decided to mix Nestea with peach schnapps and it was a work of genius. The first batch wasn't so great, but the SECOND ONE! That was perfection. So I had to get an encore. Then I got cut off by our makeshift bartender.

And through it all, the motto remained: Dignity. Always dignity. We watched Singin' in the Rain while I drooled over the great hunk of man candy that is Gene Kelly a.k.a. my husband if he wasn't dead. May God rest his sexy soul.

There were fireworks (don't worry, I wasn't the one setting off the pyrotechnics. I was just the one cheering them on through the window). There was dancing, more dancing, and some attempts of dancing that would just embarrass me. So naturally, they have been captured on video. Oh yes, and my friend, the bartender, announced that Kitty and I are official lesbinims. That's right. I intended to spell it that way. The flamboyant fool fully tried to grab my ass! Not to say my ass isn't grab-able but I like to think there are limits.

At one point, there was a sorely miserable attempt to watch Ironman but I found everything really funny and had NO IDEA what was going on. So we gave that up and danced some more. Then Bartender decided I should drunk skype my friends so that led to me being on skype with Rachel and talking to Emily and I said some things and they said some things and Rach insists I'm not drunk but I think (and Em agrees with me) that you don't have to be over a toilet to be drunk. That is just not cool. I plan to never get that drunk.

Now the alcohol is wearing off, methinks. At least I'm tired enough to sit still. At one point, I really had to dance it off. Well... this blog was the result of strong encouragement from Rach and Em. Naturally, they were no help because they decided to keep talking to me while I was trying to tell the world what it's like when Veronica Tang has her beer goggles on. Well it's not so much a goggle as a monocle b/c it's rather tiring to hold up both goggles at the same time all night. And it's not really beer because I think beer is disgusting. So what I have left is a schnapp monocle. It's mighty fine.

One day I will sincerely regret this, namely tomorrow morning because it's 1:18 right now and I am going to crash and burn. But the important part is I didn't drink and drive, or drink and dial, or leapfrog a unicorn.

Over and out! Cue faceplant.