UPDATE:

Apparently I was chastised yesterday because it wasn't 'jucier' . So sorry to disappoint you that I did not take him into the back & shag his brains out... not my style........................................ anymore.

I was going to let the whole thing lie but was coaxed into contacting him and in true dumb boy fashion I got a dumb response.... nothing changes.

Am starting to feel better from the weekend. Well, I was feeling fine yesterday. Sunday however, left something to be desired. Saturday, Veternarian was celebrating her 35th birthday & thought it'd be fun for some pre drinks at her place then head out to Roosters for a good ole' Ho Down!

In theory this is great... In practice it's bad.... all bad.

Pre drinks were chocolate martinis which unfortunately do taste like chocolate & go down as such. The to-go cups were probably not neccessary. Nor was the über long drive out to Roosters (courtesy of her friend). When faced with an hour-hour & a half line up we decided to high tail it back to Coquitlam & go to Boone County (may as well keep the country theme of the evening). Which was fine as there was still more to-go cups! So I was in fine form to do more shooters once I showed at Boone. Luckily for me I got to see..... The Apologizer in all of his agonizingly earnest air. (I think I REALLY don't like him). Not only was he there but an old friend from back in the day (yey!) and.................. someone who I really don't know how to describe. I'll name him Leiutenant Crazy.**

**SIDE BAR: Leiutenant Crazy is a security guard for Brinks Armored Trucks and dated a friend of mine several years ago. He was so in love with her that could NOT accept her dumping him. I doubt that she ever really liked him but rather was an "ok, fine... I'll date you if you'd just shut up"

Cut to a couple of years later at a mutual friend's wedding, Girl in question's husband had left for the night. Leiu decided that this could be his chance. Ran back to his room to change from his suit into denim shorts & a wife beater & come back to show off his what I could only imagine is where muscles would be. This then stirred quite the scene which resulted in him punching out his best friend and having to be held down & kicked out of the wedding. Leiutenant Crazy, thank you for being ................ you.


SO you can imagine the horror I had when I received an email from him when he got home saying "thx for the lap dance"....... Yes, Yes I did that. I somehow managed to do a half assed clamored dancing thing sort of on him. My only consolation in this is that I threw up shortly afterwards. Apparently, my body rejects Leiu. It's a relief really.

Yes, the Vet & I had to go home becuase we were both ill from our festivities. Worried that I was all time a-hole. (Love the fact I never really have met her friends before and I get sick), I talk to her the next day to find out her friend thinks we're hilarious & recounted the many things we did once we arrived home & well, yes it sounds quite funny. I'd tell you about it but seeing as I can not recall any part once we left the bar, it would be half assed.

All I can say is that I will never drink a martini who's recipe we find on the backside of a candle again!