Well Friday night I had my first taste of Patron. I can see how this is going to be a problem for me already. This tequila is so smooth it just slides right down I mean no need to wait 5 seconds for your throat to stop burning…while you make the wincing face.
Well 3 shots later I am standing there with a strapped on… (I know what your thinking TNO) guitar. Tossing my hair around wildly while thinking I am playing like a rock star, but in reality I am missing notes like crazy. Signing along to “My Own Worst Enemy” I look over at my friend and she is on the drums. I think she missed them several times before trying to twirl the sticks over her head and wounding at least 2 people. Who knew Rock Band could be so dangerous.
I stumbled through about 8 steps in the Stinkin’ Drunk Twelve Step Program this weekend…
The Call of the Drink - I knew it was going to be at the party, and I also knew I was going to give into peer pressure
Economics – I check the funds and they are low, Christmas time and all so I decide not to eat since the Rice Krispies that morning. That way I knew I would get buzzed on a minimal amount of drinks.
The Suitable Drinking Partner – Well this I had to pass on this seeing as how all of them I work with. They are suitable working partners at best, but I was not sure I wanted to be drinking with them.
Sad Reminiscing – This is when I started thinking about past relationships…I did not care if I saw him naked on the couch with the girl from McDonalds. I know he did love me. However, I did not do any drunken dialing; I could not find the phone.
Wanting to Get Naked and asking strangers to do the same – By this time I was at the bar, and I was tanked. I really did want to get naked, and was thinking it was an excellent idea
Math – I can stay another 20 minutes and then just set my alarm for 20 minutes later, shorten my shower, and leave my hair flat, and still be able to sleep off the hang over before my parents showed up to take me to lunch.
I love being me – I was convinced witty and beautiful, and #1 on Maxim’s Hot 100 List… I really wanted to get naked now; this should have been my indication that it was time to go home.
Invisibility – I believe this is when I started thinking I could do things that bare no witness. Like leaning on the poor guy next to me so I didn’t fall of the bar stool, or taking my bra off because the straps kept slipping down.
This is when my friend realized it was time to get me home. This is why she is my suitable drinking partner; we look out for each other. Hope you all had a good weekend too.
Well 3 shots later I am standing there with a strapped on… (I know what your thinking TNO) guitar. Tossing my hair around wildly while thinking I am playing like a rock star, but in reality I am missing notes like crazy. Signing along to “My Own Worst Enemy” I look over at my friend and she is on the drums. I think she missed them several times before trying to twirl the sticks over her head and wounding at least 2 people. Who knew Rock Band could be so dangerous.
I stumbled through about 8 steps in the Stinkin’ Drunk Twelve Step Program this weekend…
The Call of the Drink - I knew it was going to be at the party, and I also knew I was going to give into peer pressure
Economics – I check the funds and they are low, Christmas time and all so I decide not to eat since the Rice Krispies that morning. That way I knew I would get buzzed on a minimal amount of drinks.
The Suitable Drinking Partner – Well this I had to pass on this seeing as how all of them I work with. They are suitable working partners at best, but I was not sure I wanted to be drinking with them.
Sad Reminiscing – This is when I started thinking about past relationships…I did not care if I saw him naked on the couch with the girl from McDonalds. I know he did love me. However, I did not do any drunken dialing; I could not find the phone.
Wanting to Get Naked and asking strangers to do the same – By this time I was at the bar, and I was tanked. I really did want to get naked, and was thinking it was an excellent idea
Math – I can stay another 20 minutes and then just set my alarm for 20 minutes later, shorten my shower, and leave my hair flat, and still be able to sleep off the hang over before my parents showed up to take me to lunch.
I love being me – I was convinced witty and beautiful, and #1 on Maxim’s Hot 100 List… I really wanted to get naked now; this should have been my indication that it was time to go home.
Invisibility – I believe this is when I started thinking I could do things that bare no witness. Like leaning on the poor guy next to me so I didn’t fall of the bar stool, or taking my bra off because the straps kept slipping down.
This is when my friend realized it was time to get me home. This is why she is my suitable drinking partner; we look out for each other. Hope you all had a good weekend too.
Wow, Tequila huh? That stuff is deadly! Remind me where you go to get drunk so i can be on the stool next to you!
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www.thesmalllifeofbigmal.blogspot.com
Holy dog shit! I wish I'd been there to watch.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of my younger days.
Let me know when you'll be boozing in Atlanta.
Which Patron? The silver one? That stuff is freaking delicious.
ReplyDeletePatron is so freaking nasty
ReplyDeleteI love Rock Band! Tequila?? Not so much...the first time I REALLY drank, I had 9 shots of Jose in about an hour and a half! Needless to say, I havent had it since! Sounds like you had fun....wish I was there!!!
ReplyDeleteBig Mal ~ yeah Tequila. I dont normally drink the stuff. Fun Times... I will let you know next party. Thanks for reading
ReplyDeleteFM ~ ah ATL, have not been that way in a while. Yeah, i am sure i was funny to watch, I am kinda humorous to watch w/o tequila... let alone with it.
Ricky ~ It was the Silver, and I must agree with you. Thanks so much for reading
Just a Girl ~ Yeah i was thinking that the next day...but as far a tequila seemed very smooth to me
GLM ~ You go girl, your hard core, i dont think i would have survived 9 shots, and if i did i am certain i would not have wanted too. Yes that game was soo fun. I had a blast...the next day, not so much. Thanks for reading!
Is it wrong that this post turned me on?
ReplyDeleteI love hearing people's tequila stories. everyone has at least one. yours was great - mine? probably not fit for public consumption :)
ReplyDeleteGotta love the Rock Band...
ReplyDeleteNow, the only real question to ask here is..
According to popular opinion, were you better before or after the shots?
And was that YOUR shots, or THEIR shots?
Because, as everyone knows, ANYBODY sounds damn good when you're drunk, regardless of what it is they're singing or playing!
I speak from experience. I used to DJ and run Karaoke.
Don't believe me? Check out the blog archives.. :P