Thumping and pounding

Get your mind out of the gutter. I was talking about my head. I didn't even mention the reeling in my stomach.

Mom kept my kids overnight, so we went out. Ate at a local restaurant where I saw a family of people I went to high school with including the little hussy *not that I'm bitter or anything* who WAS my friend, but was boinking my boyfriend while I was at college. Lovely, huh? I fought down the bile the entire dinner and still managed to enjoy my meal, mostly to Army of Dad changing the subject and keeping a good spirit throughout dinner.

After that, we went to a party with some friends out in the boonies. It is really bad when a drink is really this good. I drank entirely too much of this. Now, I didn't do the Jose Cuervo move by dancing on any tables, but we had a good time nonetheless. Just beware of TOO much of a good thing.

My favorite is the "censored on the beach" drink. Very sweet.

*thump, thump, thump*

Stop typing so loudly. Shhhhh, be quest when you comment.