The post you have all been waiting for. I know, I’ve made you wait. Now, get ready to (re) experience a night like you will never forget – unless you got black-out drunk, like I did.
I would like to say that the night started innocently enough, celebrating my audition, but that would be a lie. We got home, started pouring whiskey and vodka, and changed into hoe gear. Well, not really hoe gear – there were no backless tops or rubber pants – more like hoe gear for 31 year olds. Ruby had the slit and I was wearing a a skirt meant for a 16 year old on beach day. I did pair it with granny pantyhose and a long sleeve shirt, so it wasn’t that offensive… to me.
Sara was the DD and picked us up after she got out of school. We poured our drinks into “to-go” cups and hopped in the car to pick up John, aka, Emile Hirsch, aka, Lunchbox. I was already loud and drunk (nice). I found a pair of 3D glasses that resembled cheap Ray Bans and decided that they went perfectly with my skirt.
We finished our drinks and then headed over to the Karaoke Bar to sing the night away. We got a book, we got some drinks, and well… because I don’t remember much of the night, I’ll let the photos tell the rest:
The Friday Five Six (karaoke style)
9:17 PM: An innocent gathering of friends…
9:52 PM: …quickly becomes a karaoke fest after a round of drinks.
10:35 PM: Glasses with florescent straws transform karaoke into American Idol.
11:07 PM: The quest for a normal face from John continues…
11:32 PM: Beyond the point of no return, the boys break out into song.
12:12 AM: By this time, Jeremy gets his hands on the camera and takes 31 photos, including a fashion shoot with Sara.
I don’t remember much after 12:17am (“Thumbs Up to Little Meun”), but I was told that we closed down the karaoke bar, then went to another bar of which I have no memory. Apparently, after Sara tried to get the two drunkest people to drunk more (I’m glad even in my black out state, my body knew that it did not want to end up with alcohol poisoning) the waitress offered us half price drinks for next time and I started making out with an ashtray. Then we went to a pizza place where there was a bar fight (complete with chair throwing), people (maybe us) falling down stairs. Oh and I got lost in the bathroom.
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