No tea this morning. Went straight to the coffee. It was a most interesting evening for us. It was OU Boy’s Company Party which was held at Rock and Brews in OKC. Great people there and everyone was great!
Just the getting ready part was hilarious. I asked OU Boy to find my slip in my dress closet. Him: What’s a slip? Me: It’s white and looks like something the Kardashians would wear in public. So here we go all prim and proper to an event in a dark place where moving around much wasn’t a good idea with my night vision issue.
Right away the other cool couple there popped down at the table along with Bob. No clue who Bob is but he is a handy fellow! I was not the Designated Driver so I had a Martini and then (followed by duh,duh,duh scary music) Debra said Let’s do shots! And Bob decides to look up the 10 most popular shots. After the first one which I think was Liquid Marijuana or the Buttery Nipple, OU Boy says, Did you eat today? Me: I think I had an apple or something. He knows I am not a drinker but am easily led astray by tiny drinks that taste like dessert! And by other wild women. Thank you Debra for going to the DJ to request some female rock! Thank you DJ for the Paramore, Halestorm and Amy Lee.
There was the Redheaded Slut, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Lemon Drops and I don’t remember the others. Anywhooo our table got cut off from shots. Seriously. When Bob came back from the bar he told us we had been cut off. Well crap on a cracker! They kept asking us what we wanted so it wasn’t our fault.
So as you can see I left looking prim and this picture came from OU Boy. Apparently I passed out on the bed. Several things are wrong with this picture. Where is my pashmina? Where is my necklace? Where are my boots and leather jacket?
When I got up at 2:30 I found them all. On the floor. Like breadcrumbs. OU Boy had thoughtfully placed a huge bucket by my bed just in case but I ate a chip and took some aspirin and went back to bed. He took several pictures of me looking like a dead body which better be deleted! Also Sorry to a fellow blogger who asked a question and I messaged him I’m Drunk. Thankfully he is a good sport!
This party is the only time of year that I even have a drink so I’m going to forgive myself when I get out of the bed.