The Party Is Over

B just left after 5 days of fun and laughs. From what I can remember...

We stayed up until 4:30 am painting the kitchen. (my own personal hell)

We bar hopped with our own chauffer ;-)

After a light dinner and 14 drinks, our DD thought we needed a shot.

B got a lapdance from a 60 year old stripper.

By the way, to keep your ass and legs firm, slap them constantly. At least that's what Bunny says.

I dance when I'm drunk and only when I'm drunk.

I am really drunk when I don't remember it.

I apparently flip you off if you talk to me while I'm falling asleep in my plate of pasty eggs.

My aim has improved. I made it to the trash can this time versus the bathroom floor.

When my friend fell on her ass in front of the Majestic with 8 people watching, I was too drunk to know and she was too drunk to stop laughing long enough to get up.

Apparently, my aim has not improved as I opened the car door to puke, while the car was still in motion and was knocked in the head back into the car as the door hit a fire hydrant.

It took us the whole next day to recover!

3 days later, we still couldn't have a drink with our meals. (yes, we tried)

The Shakira concert was good despite not understanding half of the songs and the piss poor organization of Phillips Arena.

So obviously, it has been an eventful few days and good visit for B.

I never thought I'd see the day, but I have sworn of shots of tequila.

Now excuse me, I've gotta go put some ice on my head.