Last night was one of THOSE kind of nights...
I lost my cougar tail somewhere between the bar and home. I have a feeling it might be in a certain truck...
I had my first ever shot of Petron. Thanks must be given to "J" for being gorgeous enough to score all of us free shots :)
We picked up another friend and took her with us, she's normally very shy and quiet. Apparantly she doesn't handle Petron very well...she was all but dancing on the table tops. Not only that but she was trying to kiss me. WTF?! Now this is getting ridiculous. You might be laughing and saying "sure frag, act like your all upset about this but we know how crazy you are" But the truth of the matter is, and I said this before, been there tried that, not for me. AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LAND A MAN WITH ALL THESE GIRLS TRYING TO KISS ME LATELY?! Gah! Add to that, the fact that I'm starting to get a complex! Do I LOOK gay? Gheesh. I'm getting a complex!
Regarding my cougar costume...I wasn't out cougaring last night, the guy was my age. Wink. And no, it wasn't my married band friend... I think that's all I'm going to say about that.
During one of his breaks my band friend and I went down to the basement of the bar, which is like the "green room" for the bands. Many lifetimes ago when I was married and my husband and he were in a band together we were all together in that basement room and I sat on this wooden bench and had someone trace around my butt with a sharpie (like one would do to their hand)...the tracing is still there! We laughed because I sat on it last night to measure how much bigger my butt has gotten over the years! No comment. ;)
When I woke up this morning I found strange things in my house....a 1/2 drank bottle of beer on my kitchen counter (I had no beer in my house when I left last night) Either a ghost came in and brought a beer with him or I smuggled a bottle of beer out of the bar at closing time and only drank 1/2 of it at home before I did this next thing...
Took my shirt off in the kitchen. Yep. There lay my shirt on the kitchen floor. More pieces of the puzzle. I must have been hot and drinking my smuggled beer to cool down..lol.
and then I found..
One of my false eylashes on the sink in the bathroom and one hanging off my left eye. Sexy.
and into the living room...
My fishnet panty hose had been tossed onto the coffee table. More proof that I was hot?
I went straight to the window to make sure my lost cougar tail (or more) was not laying in the parking lot in front of my apartment. Thank goodness, no stray tails or other articles of clothing out there.
The weirdest thing of all though?
I'm sneezing glitter. No lie. I sneezed out glitter this morning and then blew my nose...more glitter. I used to joke about glitter farts...but this is just ridiculous.
So, yep...it was one of THOSE kind of nights and I wouldn't change a thing :)
