So I don’t go out much these days, and even if I do, I don’t really drink. I’ll generally be okay with being the designated driver if Hairy wants to have a drink or beer or two. Me and alcohol have never been great friends. I didn’t even have a whole drink until I was about 27 (thanks, Eric Silver). I just always thought it tasted yucky and I needed nor wanted any part of it. I thought it was really silly in general. Nowadays, if there is dancing to be done, I will need a drink or two or I will hide in a corner. Somehow I feel like drinking is very draining on the body, so I need to be mentally prepped for a night out on the sauce.
It is Manda’s spring break right now, so, we stuffed our fat selves into Oliver’s little Firebird and headed to our beloved 1984 at the Cat Club. It is our go-to for cheezy, finger-snapping good times.
I was actually sitting next to Hairy but wasn’t able to get myself in the cramped photo!
This is Manda toasting to spring break:
Here’s us on drink #1:
Here’s Hairy and Oliver while I accost them with my camera.
I kinda can’t remember when in the evening this was taken.
I never know what kind of face to make in candid photos, because the person always takes so long to take the pic, and by the time the pic has been taken, I’ve already made like 5 funny faces and am spent!
Also, my hair was totally melting and it was making me sad. I require structural integrity in my ‘do to mantain a high level of self confidence.
It was quite dark in the club through the camera viewfinder, so all the pictures were sort of blindly taken and poorly auto-focused. For instance, I had no idea what Oliver and Paul were doing until I reviewed the photos today:
I think this is an especially manly photo, don’t you agree?
This is photo is only funny to me and Manda, probably:
I was holding the camera, thinking I was taking a photo of Manda and myself, but I didn’t realize I had the camera pointed the wrong way, and I took a picture of Paul instead on accident. It’s not very funny to re-tell it, but at that moment, I was like, OMG, I’m a huge moron, and maybe kinda drunk, and it was the funniest thing ever, and I could barely breathe.
There were some more, really unflattering, really sweaty photos, that will not see the light of the internet. I may not have a LOT of shame, but I do have just a little.
This morning, Manda woke up with a snot fountain in her nose, and I feel like I am getting a nice, itchy little cough. Bummer!!! Going out in public = exposure to GERMS!!!!!!!
