Broadcasting Life

fricken bar

i love going out with the girls. we meet up with guy friends, drink, play darts (i love darts!) and just have a good time. they get drunk, i drive, lots of laughter and all that jazz. it's amazing. especially when the drunk guys start hitting on you.

wait. o yeah, THAT'S NOT SO MUCH FUN.

well....except if they are really drunk, word slurring old guys who you can't understand for the life of you and you are sitting next to leann and andy and leann and i have to fight over which one of us will not go home with him. that was pretty funny.

but let me tell you a story from a couple of weeks ago. about a guy who got to drunk and a girl who can't say no because she feels too bad.

and gave him her number, which this one time long ago was thankfully entered in his phone wrong (thank heavens for that!) .

but then he saw her again, got way too drunk and she couldn't say no again...the number was fixed...and he wants to take her to dinner and a movie...and apparently is really shy unless you get lots o alcohol in him...then he gets way tooooo feely. ick.

i think i need to talk to two other boys about this and see what they think. thank god for good guy friends.

anyway, it was pretty funny. and then he started hitting his head on the table and i started to think, "o god, what did i get myself into?"

yeah.

but hey, free dinner and a movie? i think i could muster up enough courage to do that.

in other news...i got a french manicure and my nails feel so dang pretty right now. except for the two that she cut the cuticles so short that i started to bleed...they still hurt.

and you should go read the 'another andi' blog. she talks about introducing herself as andi and all the strange reply's she gets. i don't really get strange replys back, but i know what she means.

anyways...i'll post more later.