I love K-Love!

I have my Pandora on Club/Dance Radio.

I NEED A REDARM! WE NEED A REDARM OVER HERE!

His name is DAV. D A V. DAV. Short for Davrick.

NO DARNIT! I FORBODE ANY NEW CRAZY NICKNAMES!

There are people running around with 4 different names, and I am downright CONFUSED!

Spotfines for anyone that doesn't call him Dav. Now, to go rustle up a Redarm...

Cyan, we are calling him "Dav".

*pours Dav an ice cold Guinney, then fills another glass with ice and Bandy, and finally mixes a flaming shot and lights it on fire*

Drink up, kid.

*walks away slowly and takes the Guinny with her*

Just in case she blows things up... I gotta keep what's important.

*leaves the bar, gagging*

*pushes the wookie out of her way*

I left some tequila behind...

*glares at everyone and swings her sword*

NOW MOVE IT!

*dances through with a bottle in hand and a sword in the other*

Time for a new bar, imo.

Everyone move to the Sword and Shield now.

Sam, you lush!

I still drink like a 16 year old that is sneaking sips from a bottle. Except now it's good liquor.

Hello!

I still hurt, if that tells you anything.

*nurses a bloody mary*

Ahahahaha.

Good morning.

So apparantly I showed a lieutenant (butterbar) how to give a lap dance, did a jager bomb with the lt colonel's wife, told a captain I was just fin with him when I called him out on something wrong with his uniform, got on a bar, then got off when they changed songs, ate pizza, and did a number of James Picklebacks at an Irish pub where I discovered Highland Gaelic Ale.

Also I convinced a van cab driver to take 8 of us home so most of the girls were lapsitting.

I woke up, had a lot of water, and I feel great. Jon is still dead to the world. The night was a success.

*laughs*

Stranger things have happened.

Let's just put it this way.

You get to the hotel. Start drinking. Normally there is a couple 24 packs, a few handles, and someone has something really strong tucked away in a flask somewhere. Get ready, drink some, then go to the ball. Flasks come with. You sit down with two drinks and two shots and listen to the ceremony. And you drink. And drink. For at least two hours, you drink, no eating, no getting up.

Then, you get up. Get two more drinks. And you're finishing a flask. Then there is some food. Then dancing. Then you start drinking for the corps. Next thing you know, you're out of your clothes and into club outfits, in the back of a cab. Suddenly, you're dancing on a bar. Then somewhere along the way, people have cigars and your flask is refilled. Then it's 10am and you gotta check out and nurse your hangover at home.

Typical ball weekend.

LOLA - Now through Oct 8. If you need me and I don't respond within 24 hours, Email or talk to Leelou.

Is it a birthday ball? Because I think the AF celebrated their birthday earlier this month...

Our's is the Marine Corps Birthday Ball. Normally the ball is held around the 10th of Nov (the actual birthday) but my husband will be in Afghanistan by then, so we are celebrating early. I never remember much of them... But pictures tell all, and it's always a blast!

*gives the monkey a redwine*

*sniffs*

*and gives the recruit an ale*

I will likely be the most sober one there.

This weekend is the Marine ball. I'll be sloshed.

random "water" drink.

You know those crystal light flavor packets? Vodka + Water + Flavor Packets = Low Calorie drink.

*raises hands up with mouth open questioning*

Why is everyone afraid of me lately? Did I forget to brush my teeth this morning?

He has been Sam for years, m'dear.

What is this Flip business?

That is SAM!