Now, up until this point I was after drinking three coolers. Three entire coolers (its not unusual for me to leave the bottom inch of alcohol in the bottle when it gets warm), so it is safe to say that I was hammered. I wasnt the only one drinking, Beth was after having five beer, and nobody keeps count on how many Maria has. Anyway, Paul hauled us to KFC, and he and Beth both went to the bathroom straight away, leaving me to order. Luckily, my mother had written a list of what we wanted, so I handed it to the girl to process. So Im after starting to explain it to her a little when the other two come back and I run to go pee. When I got back the girl was after frigging up our order because she had more eyeliner on her face than brain matter in her head. Im not exaggerating when I say it took us another ten or more minutes to explain to her what we wanted. I almost had to go and wait in the car because I was on the cusp of becomming belligerent with her (I obviously get ballsy when Im drunk), but eventually we got our food and went back to the bungalow and finished off the evening (and my other cooler). I cant wait until next week when I can get drunk again, with more family!
*I probably shouldnt have to specify that these people are all on my mother's side. My father's side is currently having nothing to do with us, through no fault of our own. To be quite honest, Im quite satisfied to wash my hands of the lot of them, and if you knew my history with them, you'd fully understand why that would be their loss, and not mine at all.
furmommy said...
so thats where youve been. Glad to hear you had a good time. I didnt know that they had bungalows up that way.
Now that im finished work term, we should get together for tims and gossip one night when your free.
eye candy said...
Kim, I've been thinking lately that we need to get together. Normally I have no plans other than getting to bed early enough as to sleep enough before 5:30am rolls around, but other than that I should be good to go.