Saturday, September 5, 2009

I can't believe I said that...

The other night my husband called and asked if my best friend and I wanted to meet them in Springfield (them meaning Sean and her hubby) at the bar. I'll take any excuse to get out lately so I said yes. I knew that they just wanted us to drive them home, but whatever...I was getting out of the house!

We got there and I had to wait for 5 minutes for Sean to find the front door (he was kinda plastered) so he could pay the cover charge. Then he kept trying to buy me a drink but I was trying to be good so I kept declining, which I think freaked him out a little which just fueled my resolve to not drink. Anyway, he kept begging me to dance.

He can not dance...especially when drunk. Normally it would irritate the hell out of me, but it was just really funny and other people kept looking at me pushing him away and I was just waiting for one of them to intervene...but no one did. But it would have been funny if they had.

The night just went on like that: Sean and Chad drinking, talking with the other 2 guys that were there about work, Sean rubbing on me 'trying' to dance and get me to dance. Jenn and I rolled our eyes at each other and laughed when Sean rubbed the bald head of a co-worker - A LOT. The first time the guy was squatting on the floor and jumped up and back when he saw Sean coming - I nearly spit out my coke.

Anyway, back to my point. We decided that the 4 of us would get something to eat afterwards. I hadn't eaten anything all day...or I guess it was the day before since it was after midnight by this time. We had a tough time getting the guys in the door. They kept talking, smoking and puking.

Finally Jenn and I made it inside and ordered drinks. Sean finally came in and sat next to me. He asked the waitress for colors so he could color the placemat, spilled his drink - it was like dealing with a freaking toddler! I haven't laughed that hard in a long time :).

So the waitress takes our order but Sean can't decide and keeps asking everyone what he wants, and he's coloring and there is soda everywhere. I order him some chicken strips with fries (what my daughter usually gets) and he just looks at me and says 'Ok' with this silly expression. I was laughing so hard by this time and the waitress had this WTF? look on her face which nearly killed me right there. I blurted out: "I swear he's not mentally challenged!" Jenn lost it, nearly choking on her soda, and the waitress laughs and walks off. Sean is looking at me like I've lost my mind and I'm barely able to stay in my seat because I can't believe I just said that...or even had the need to say that.

The guys got up a dozen times to go outside or to the bathroom and Jenn and I just sat there laughing over how crazy everything was when we were the only two sober.

Then there was a sobriety check on the way home and Sean kept making pork comments before the cop came to our vehicle. I told him that if he said anything I was going to stab him....he behaved but pouted the entire time.

Point of this story: If things are this much fun when I don't drink, I'm never drinking again. Maybe next time I can get Sean's butt kicked. I have something to look forward to.
Just kidding.......maybe.