So, this night actually began the night before, after I spent 7 hours upgrading my iMac. Our friend Kyle is giving up the working world and going back to school as an undergrad.
He was already drunk when he got to our house so we had to play catch-up — and we did! Unfortunately.
I'm pretty sure I said "Let's do shots!" somewhere after midnight. I am full of good ideas like that. Full of them!!! It's a tragedy.
Amazingly, you cannot order a Lemondrop at the Dode. That is my shot of choice because of it's simplicity, both ingredients and name. So imagine my surprise when the barmaid said no. Kyle instead brought back Red-Headed Sluts. I think it was in honor of my whore boyfriend, but who knows.
It's honestly hard for me to even look at these. Ugh.
The next shot was a Jim Morrison. Which meant more Jagar. Still, these hurt my eyes.
This was on top of too many Captain and cokes. Too many. It was not a good night in our house that night. Trust that.
Some photos of the night. We were all sorry the next day.
Carla
Me and Kyle
Kyle
Troy and Carla (she's serious.)
I honestly can't remember what was going on here. I only remember getting yelled at by a very old dude for pissing in the men's john. One: the john's are not clearly marked, and two: if you know me, you know I've pissed in worse.
We have video that I can't even stomach to watch. It took me two days to write this. Ugh. I need to lie down.
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