I was at a friends BBQ….Muscle Jay. I think it was his birthday, actually. Pig roast, lots of Coors light, sun, ladder golf, and best of all, amazing friends. Laughs abounded, birds were singing, and I was being given crap about my ugly feet. Feet are SUPPOSED to be ugly!!
We felt bad about the local bartender that had to work and couldn’t come join the festivities, so we made several trips back and forth to the bar to keep him company. After the third or fourth trip, three of us decided that we wanted to change up the venue completely. We settled on Uptown to grab another drink or two and crash at my place.
We all decided that none of us were in any shape to be driving (hooray good decision making!), so we called Dry Drivers. The location change to Uptown was also nice because it was the closest – saving us all cab money. Bald Man had driven, as had I, so the only decision left to make was which car to take. He wanted his with him and I, of course, wanted mine with me. We were going to be at my place, it was the thing to do!
After many minutes of back and forth, we finally settled on his car, but only because he agreed to let me smoke one cigarette on the way home. Dry Drivers is cool because they follow you home in your car, so that you have it in the morning. Seriously a great service.
Well, when we arrived at my place, I figured out the real reason I wanted to take my car with me. As will happen, people tend to not believe the drunk chick, or the young chick, or any chick for that matter. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been right in life (I’ll give you a hint, it’s more than I’m wrong), and yet people still don’t trust my judgment. When it comes to boys I’ll concede that my judgment sucks (future post coming on that), but when it comes to life, I think I have a pretty good grasp of it and know what I’m doing. So just trust me dammit.
We’re getting ready to pay the guy when the light bulb goes off in my head. I have my car key, so I can get into it in the AM, but I don’t have my house keys. I don’t carry a purse, so I left the house keys in the car, and kept the car key with me. After much embarrassment and loads of apologies (along with an extra $40 in cab fare), we ended up back at Bri’s. Bald man gave me a ride back to my car in the am, and I crashed. In fairness, I was born a blonde…..
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