Last night was big. Huge. Like epic.
Wayne’s World-esque, if you will.
Megan had to work, and I went along with a group of friends for their annual birthday celebration at Rio Grande… apparently they do this every year, but only for one of their birthdays… maybe it’s too much fun for it to happen more than once a year.
I’d heard stories about this group’s parties and outings… and about this one restaurant in general. They have a 3 margarita limit per person. Jason hit all 3 of his at once. (No, not really… )
They plunked round one in front us within like 30 seconds of sitting down, and by the time the food came, it could have been anything… it all would’ve tasted the same… I understand the 3 limit.
After round 3 (I sort of faked my way through the 3rd… I’d never have made it if I’d have gone all in for it, I’m too much of a lightweight in the drinking department), we piled into the humongous SUV driven by our breastfeeding designated driver.
Off to GI Jody’s we went, a rocker joint near the house. The cover band was really something to marvel at. The crowd sang along with the bedazzled, few-teeth-shy-of-a-set lead singer and his Dee Snider look-a-like bass player to some true awesomeness… Pour Some Sugar on Me, AC/DC, P!nk…
I managed to get away with only sort of drinking half a drink, and we were off again to location #3…
Settled in the basement of one of our party goer’s homes, with pizza made by their lovely and so well behaved teenager, we reveled in the awesomeness that is Asia in HD. And by then, 6 hours into the evening, I didn’t even have the margaritas to blame it on…
The Heat of the Moment, for your viewing pleasure… bottoms up!
