Going out with some work friends tonight. We don't go out often (3 or 4 times a year- we should go more) so when we go out, we do it right.
Last time I went out with them got pretty carried away. resulting in the detagification of myself in a few Facebook pictures.
The night was a fun blur:
[Drinks, blah, blah, shot, blah, drink, blah, shot, blah, shot, blah, blah, drink, hiccup, love, friends, blah, blah, drink, hiccup, love, bill (ooh cheap! whaz fifteen percent?), bye!]
Then I spent the night at Sarah's house. (What did you think I was going to drive home?) It was mid-November and very cold out, but Sarah and I were on her deck, drinking and playing with her laptop (I know, we are craaazaay), talking a mile a minute.
[Blog blog blogs, drink, blogs, love Black Hockey Jesus, blogs, drink, Mamapop, blog, blogher, blogs drink, hiccup.]
A while later Sarah went inside to go to the bathroom. I stayed outside, playing on the laptop. Then I began to notice that I was completely numb and not from the alcohol. My feet were beginning to burn!
I proceeded to write this doozy on my facebook status page (I tried to take a snapshot of the screen, but I had a technology FAIL and was unable to do it):
Janna is sorah's house.... cold and at Sarah's house, but having fun.
After I couldn't stand the cold any longer, I walked inside and ran into Sarah coming down the hallway. "I fell asleep a little." She admitted sheepishly.
"S'okay," I told her. "I was just starting to get cold."
To this day, neither of us know exactly how long she was asleep.
Next morning, I woke up at 9am with a pounding headache and the dread of having to go home and be a functioning parent for my two children. But I had a great time.
What's the moral of the story here? Do I have to have a message? Well here is my message:
Shots are bad, mmkay?
Michigan is cold in November.
and.... it's good to get out with friends and let loose once in a while, even if it means sitting on a deck in November, freezing your ass off and talking about blogs.