It was a lovely birthday bash. Outdoors on the river there were twinkling christmas lights, champagne toasts and a roasted pig. Friends and acquaintances laughed and took pictures as enthusastically as Japanese tourists. Laugther and polite conversations were heard all around.
As my friend K would say “and then there were shots…” Mate had driven which somehow justified my devouring of slippery cherry flavored vodka infused jello shots. As the night progressed liberties were taken. I should have seen the moment coming when I had smoked a cigarrette or very possibly when the birthday boy was sandwiched on the dance floor. I didn’t.
Instead, when I found myself face to face with my friends ex - who recently put the kibash on their wedding I took the opportunity to provide a friendly ”education” on what a collosal mistake he had made. I effused over what a fabulous, smart, funny and perfect a woman he had let slip away.
Classy.
By the end of the night - the apple shoved in the mouth of the pig carcass had been replaced with a beer bottle. People had gone “missing”, the floor had become sticky. It was time to go.
When it comes to unsolicited advice and jello shots - less is ALWAYS more!
Yay! I made the blog again =) And I also call them sneakers - never trainers, tennies or any other silly name.
KAT
November 11th, 2008
What kind of a friend would you be if you didn’t slur a verbal flogging? The dude clearly had it coming.
Michelle O'Neil
November 13th, 2008