okay, so maybe not for good, but definitly not on nights when i have big plans that i've been looking forward to for weeks. my boss took my whole office out for drinks after work to celebrate my "coming of age," and the plan was, in my mind, to have a few beers, go home, get all dolled up, and go to the melting pot with jonathan. instead...2 rolling rocks, 1 yager bomb, 2 gorilla farts, 1/2 a bong water, a rum and diet, and a red headed slut later, jon had to pick me up and drive me home. i manage to get dressed by some miracle...i get poor casey to look for my shoes (i still have NO freaken clue as to where they went) and she did my hair...and i was back in the car desperatly trying to make it on time for our 9:15 reservations. we didnt get there til 9:30...and halfway through dinner and 3 glasses of water later i started to sober up...but my romantic evening was most def ruined by my lack of coordination and ability to see straight. i still had a good time, and jon had a good sense of humor about it (as i'm sure jeff and casey did) but still, i would have much rather been sober enough to enjoy my night, and not have to spend the whole time trying not to throw up my fondue.
happy bday to me :)