Last night was the boozefest with One Date Wonder. Good times, good times. Lola met us out for some fine and tasty cocktails and there are even pictures! Feel free to take a gander. We’ll be providing you with more details of our cocktail extravaganza, and before that I wanted to share with you a few tidbits:
- There might have to be a girl fight. You see, Jane Wonder thinks she can have MY MAN from a restaurant named after a number near a park in Baltimore. He’s MINE!! MINE!! More later.
- Apparently there is tar in my eye make up because I can’t seem to get it off. Today I look like a raccoon. Not very pretty. Last night, however, it looked good-if I do say so myself.
- I had 3 glasses of water for every cocktail. I had 3 cocktails. I spent half the night in the loo. Thankfully, all the water consumption ensured that this morning there was only a tinge of the cocktail flu-as opposed to the full on I-want-to-die-someone-please-kill-me hangover.
That is all. For now…
Filed under: Lola, awesome, boozy suzy, cocktail flu, cocktails, good times
I distinctly remember you saying you love all the wait staff there. I’m just saying you can have another one of them. Like the bird man, or perhaps the guy with the hair. (You know who I mean.)
Just sayin’.
Well I do love the other ones too, just not in the same depraved and dirty way that I’d like to “love” him. Ugh, he’s so freaking fine it hurts. -CS
Aren’t you forgetting something about drunken boobies?!?!
Nope, we just haven’t gotten to that point yet. -CS
Great photo.
Tease.
We are so funny! -CS
Yeah let’s not forget the drunken boobies or the drunken responses you got from one infamous blogger in response. Talk about texts not making sense.
They were definitely infamous responses. -CS
Put a picture from then on your shirt today…that way if someone else says you look like a racoon you can reference how good you inititally looked.
That would have worked yesterday when I wrote the post. I’m good today. -CS
“Today I look like a raccoon.”
As long as Maryland Animal Control doesn’t try to corner you on your way to work.
What would be worse even still, would be an amorous raccoon that tries to offer you a trout and a flower on bended paws.
Thankfully neither one of those things happened. -CS
I can only presume that hours were spent crying over not having me there. That’s how I would spend all my time if I were a single woman.
We cired many, many tears
of joy. We weredelighteddevestated that you couldn’t be with us. -CSI, personally, LOVED my 2:14am text message of “drunken boobies”…ha..ha.ha….
I was thinking of you. -CS
I did not get any drunken boobies at 2:14am. Damnit, I’d like some next time.
That’s what you get for not giving me your number. -CS
You can see my number on the Internets- just like all of my other friends and pets can.
Well now I know for next time. -CS