bohogirl

There I was, in my finest punk baby get-up, the only white girl in a sea of hard-core hip-hop and rap.
And as I danced with my boys, our bodies having learned over the years how to move in perfect harmony, I realized something.
And with the realization, thoughts came flooding, some too quick to register in the conscious mind, but significant enough to feel...
And although my body never stopped moving, my boys knew something happened.
Luckily, they were too alcoholicized to insist on talking
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OMG, I'm laughing so hard... and I'm a bit pissed... but it's still funny.

I finally made it out to my car and was mortified by what I saw.

On the front seat and the floor, there were:
- a half-empty bottle of Citron;
- an almost empty Captain Morgan
- an empty Crown Royal
- one unopened and one half-empty 40 of MGD
- an empty bottle of champagne
- a bunch of those mini, one-shot bottles of various alcohols (most empty).

Citron was mine.
Ok.
The rest... my boys don't drink crappy cheap stuff, so it's a mystery (unless... this could have happened while I was in the bathroom at the gas station. Do gas station mini-stores even sell alcohol?)

To their credit, they cleaned up the limo... I just didn't realize they put everything in my car.
Thank god it was 4 am and the cops weren't out looking for drunks.
I think I would have had hell of a time trying to explain.

(for the record, I wasn't driving drunk. But it's still illegal to have open containers in your vehicle. Actually, I think it's a fellony, but don't quote me on that)