THE LONG WALK HOME
Starring [in no particular order]: Sarah, Shawn, Amanda, and "Robin"
The Place: Club Icon [the local gay bar here in Kenosha]
The Events: . . . oh gawd, where do I even begin?
I had my friends, I had $1 kool-aid shots [actually, I had about a dozen of them], I had hot dancing...
In other words, I had the BEST TIME EVER.
The night passed in a haze of liquor, dancing, and shirtless guys. And the thumpa-thumpa continues...
Sarah hooked herself a girl on the dance floor, Shawn hooked himself an Irish doctor [BUBELAH! He's a doctor!], Robin disappeared with Karen [an acquaintence of Shawn's that we ran into] for the majority of the evening, and I danced with an androgenous.
Gay men flock to Sarah. I don't know what she does, but the gays love her. And she loves the gays! Everybody was loving her hair and buying her drinks, and she was in her element. =] I also have to admit I was getting a little jealous of the eyes all the girls were making at her [I'm not good at sharing], but in the end, she went home with me. =]
And speaking of going home... funny story.
When they finally kicked us out, we realized that none of us were sober enough to drive. So in our drunken stupor, we decide to walk to Sarah's house, because drunk logic told us that "it's, like, less than a mile away."
We're dumb.
Turns out it was actually about 2 1/2 miles to Sarah's. And it took us just over an hour to walk back.
Of course, part of the delay was due to the fact that we got "pulled over" by the cops....
For drunk walking.
We explained that we were too drunk to drive, but when they collected our IDs and Shawn and I continued to drunk blabber, we thought they were going to throw us into the drunk tank and write us tickets when we sobered up.
Luckily, they got radioed about something more important than drunk walkers, and just gave us our IDs and sent us on our tipsy ways.
And after about 40 minutes and 14 drunk dials to Mike, we finally got home to pass out.
It was one of the most ridiculous and hilarious nights in the history of nights. =]
We are Iconic.
And now I leave you with some of my favorite drunken words that were spoken last night. Enjoy!
Shawn: "It's hard to tell if you're a light-weight when you usually start off with eight drinks at a time..."
Amanda [being twirled by Shawn on the dance floor]: "So basically, I vote we never leave!"
Shawn: "This is the mega-mix they have on the Selena soundtrack!!"
Sarah [to the large man on the floor in the girls' bathroom] : "Oh, honey, I love your boots!"
Starring [in no particular order]: Sarah, Shawn, Amanda, and "Robin"
The Place: Club Icon [the local gay bar here in Kenosha]
The Events: . . . oh gawd, where do I even begin?
I had my friends, I had $1 kool-aid shots [actually, I had about a dozen of them], I had hot dancing...
In other words, I had the BEST TIME EVER.
The night passed in a haze of liquor, dancing, and shirtless guys. And the thumpa-thumpa continues...
Sarah hooked herself a girl on the dance floor, Shawn hooked himself an Irish doctor [BUBELAH! He's a doctor!], Robin disappeared with Karen [an acquaintence of Shawn's that we ran into] for the majority of the evening, and I danced with an androgenous.
Gay men flock to Sarah. I don't know what she does, but the gays love her. And she loves the gays! Everybody was loving her hair and buying her drinks, and she was in her element. =] I also have to admit I was getting a little jealous of the eyes all the girls were making at her [I'm not good at sharing], but in the end, she went home with me. =]
And speaking of going home... funny story.
When they finally kicked us out, we realized that none of us were sober enough to drive. So in our drunken stupor, we decide to walk to Sarah's house, because drunk logic told us that "it's, like, less than a mile away."
We're dumb.
Turns out it was actually about 2 1/2 miles to Sarah's. And it took us just over an hour to walk back.
Of course, part of the delay was due to the fact that we got "pulled over" by the cops....
For drunk walking.
We explained that we were too drunk to drive, but when they collected our IDs and Shawn and I continued to drunk blabber, we thought they were going to throw us into the drunk tank and write us tickets when we sobered up.
Luckily, they got radioed about something more important than drunk walkers, and just gave us our IDs and sent us on our tipsy ways.
And after about 40 minutes and 14 drunk dials to Mike, we finally got home to pass out.
It was one of the most ridiculous and hilarious nights in the history of nights. =]
We are Iconic.
And now I leave you with some of my favorite drunken words that were spoken last night. Enjoy!
Shawn: "It's hard to tell if you're a light-weight when you usually start off with eight drinks at a time..."
Amanda [being twirled by Shawn on the dance floor]: "So basically, I vote we never leave!"
Shawn: "This is the mega-mix they have on the Selena soundtrack!!"
Sarah [to the large man on the floor in the girls' bathroom] : "Oh, honey, I love your boots!"
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ps. thanks for addine me.