I'll Just Go For 1 Hour

So, the magic 8 ball convinced me to go to the birthday party at Iguanas. I really was planning on going for like 1 hour, since I was already feeling a little sick with a sore throat, and who knows what else. I mean, if I was already going to be feeling sick the next day, I might as well have some fun while I can. You know, for just an hour or so.

WELL THAT DIDNT HAPPEN.

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Why yes, that is us dancing up on the chairs. Man, that never gets old!

Then I got Iced :(

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That shit made me cry, but I got my revenge later:

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So one hour turned into a few more. A few icings later, maybe a Shania Twain song that I maybe rocked out to, maybe some chair top dancing, maybe some after hour dancing at the dang Crazy Crab, I did finally get home at 4am. The next day was a whole other story, but I'm pretty sure even if I had stayed home and watched Baby Mama, I would have felt the exact same. Score one for me!

Equalizer

I wasn't kidding about the equalizer waiting around the corner for me. Today I woke up with a hell of a sore throat. Booooo. I have so many questions. Will this turn into some kind of parasitic virus that attacks my liver? Or will it just be a common cold that I can knock out in a few days and some whiskey.

Anyways. There is a birthday party tonight that I've been wanting to go to. I miss Iguanas? I want to go there? What? It's late, I'm tired, not feeling well, it's raining, my hands smell like tacos, and so I asked the magic 8 ball if I should go to Iguana's.

It said "Yes, Definitely"

:(