Coming Home Karaoke Night

So it happened on Friday last week (almost one week ago!). People came to the Groundhog on Bloor and watched me arrive a little drunk. Three bottles of warm sake will do that. I know the cold stuff is better but really, I love the warm stuff much more.

It was a fabulous night. I don't remember anything I said to any of you but there are pictures of the table next to ours on my camera and all the people at the table are waving at me happily. Clearly that picture was taken before I almost threw up on one of their jackets. Oh yes. It was classy. Jon informed me that I gave him a hickey within three minutes of seeing him. I introduced Dena to my sister with the words "she really loves you. She thinks you're cute."

I always had a drink in my hand. No one had the foresight to give me water at any point. No worries, I don't blame anyone for my descent into blurriness but myself. After all, I did lick salt off a man's chest and then have him return the favour when we had the tequila shot I shouldn't have downed. Somewhere in there my sisters did a rendition of Nasty Girl in my honor.

By midnight I was on the street hailing a cab in a thin sweater. When I did get my coat put on Greg had to do it up for me. Apparently he was on his knees trying to make the zipper unstick. That deserves an 'aaahhh' and a little bit of a tear.

The cab ride home did not go smoothly. I promptly blurted out the words "I need to barf" within seconds of getting into the cab which prompted the cabbie to say "Lady, don't puke in my cab. I will pull over and open the window." My response was obnoxious of course "Look, I'm not going to puke in your cab. Just keep driving and open the window."

At Lulu's I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough. My last words before passing out for the night (at the shameful time of 1am) were "hurry up. I want to cuddle."

The next day was tough. I woke up at 8am. When I ran into my sister at Loblaws she told me I looked like an outpatient. Basically, I feel really good about myself right now. Not only do I cry every day but my tan is peeling and the weather is not co-operating.