Not far now...
Went against my better judgement last night and went out.
Generally, I make it a rule not to go out on St. Patrick's Day weekend, seeing as how it's pretty much an amateur night out for binge drinkers.
However, Dave arrived home from a bar and informed me that he, his girlfriend and another friend were going out karaoking.
Well, how could I say no? It had been a while since I'd stretched my vocal muscles.
So off we went.
It was fun, but a little draining.
I did my standards - "Love is a Battlefield," "Son of a Preacher Man," and "Brass in Pocket."
And, of course, Dave and I did our duo bit for "Draggin' the Line." Always a good one.
It had been awhile since I'd gone out for a late night and around 1:30 I had been wanting to go home for an hour, but wanted to wait to split the cab fare.
Went up to Dave - "Are you almost ready to go?"
He was standing with his girlfriend, looked at a watch, looked at his beer, and shook his head.
'Nuff said. I was off.
I ended up walking home. Not much cash on hand.
Normally this wouldn't be a problem. It's not much more than a mile from the bar back to the apartment.
Of course, I was wearing unsensible shoes.
I mean really, what's a 5' 11" girl to do when going out but to wear boots that make her 6' 1"?
That combined with a little more of a chill in the air made it a long clomp home.
But I'm back, awaked, tired, a little hungover. But still glad I went out.
Generally, I make it a rule not to go out on St. Patrick's Day weekend, seeing as how it's pretty much an amateur night out for binge drinkers.
However, Dave arrived home from a bar and informed me that he, his girlfriend and another friend were going out karaoking.
Well, how could I say no? It had been a while since I'd stretched my vocal muscles.
So off we went.
It was fun, but a little draining.
I did my standards - "Love is a Battlefield," "Son of a Preacher Man," and "Brass in Pocket."
And, of course, Dave and I did our duo bit for "Draggin' the Line." Always a good one.
It had been awhile since I'd gone out for a late night and around 1:30 I had been wanting to go home for an hour, but wanted to wait to split the cab fare.
Went up to Dave - "Are you almost ready to go?"
He was standing with his girlfriend, looked at a watch, looked at his beer, and shook his head.
'Nuff said. I was off.
I ended up walking home. Not much cash on hand.
Normally this wouldn't be a problem. It's not much more than a mile from the bar back to the apartment.
Of course, I was wearing unsensible shoes.
I mean really, what's a 5' 11" girl to do when going out but to wear boots that make her 6' 1"?
That combined with a little more of a chill in the air made it a long clomp home.
But I'm back, awaked, tired, a little hungover. But still glad I went out.
posted by Jess at 12:34 PM
3 Comments:
Did you get any whistles and "Eh, Baby!"?
Um, not so much.
Seem to be lacking the 'it' factor that garners catcalls.
Maybe after I lose some more weight - hey, gotta have goals!
Blogs are a battlefield...Miss Benetar....I hope you're well, and as always, I miss you, my mid-west (?) blogger friend.
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