To Early to Get the Party Started?

So on my way home I was talking to Jen on the phone, of course making each other laugh with our usual banter about guys. Its fun what can I say. Laughter makes me feel gooey inside. I especially love the laugh so hard my stomach muscles get the workout of their lives till I’m bent over out of breath laughter. Ahhh that is what we give each other.
I decide that since I did not have school maybe we should go have ‘a’ drink, relax and catch up on good times.
Yes on Wednesday afternoon, one drink couldn’t hurt right? Not to early to start the weekend...I think

I choose this little bar and grill I had been to few years before not too far from our houses. Great choice.
Of course, I pull up and out comes little Ms. Hottie in a cute grey dress w/pumps and I’m in my black pencil skirt with hot ass heels. (Coordinating our wardrobes was not planned)

So we go in and of course, there are guys straight out of work getting their drunk on before heading home to the wife’s. We don’t mind, we take our asses and park them on the bar and order drink numero uno.  I go for the fruity stuff while Jen hits the beer. We are sitting there chit chatting the stories of our lives (we should be a novela) and Mr. bartender sits a couple of shots by our drinks, and says looks like we could use one. Thanks buddy long day. Was a pineapple upside-down thingy or other. Good shit.
Again we are sitting there minding our biz and another shot gets tossed our way this time it was some fruity stuff. Ummm, yeah it was delicious. Mr. Bartender was felling pretty generous. Meanwhile drink numero dos comes my way, I settle with a light beer. Then good lord another freaking shot! Jen finally starts on her second drank as well and away to oblivion we go.

We go outside to smoke a few times and one of the times a guy who called himself “Uncle Aaron” was out there (drunk mind you) smoking and talking to us when the bartender comes out and gives him yet another drink. Because he obviously hasn’t had enough. He is standing there and talking and smoking while holding his beer CLEARLY was way to much multi tasking for him because he starts spilling beer all over the place because he can’t stand still. Beer sloshes back and forth and lands on the floor in a sloppy puddle underneath him. We tell him to drink some so that it will stop he replies with “If I do I will throw up” I then ask who the hell is driving him home he says “I am driving myself”.

You know what this means:

INTERVENTION

 While this is happening this little Mexican with a thick accent sits closely next to Jen and starts talking about a whole lot of nothing. She gives me the “Save me” look, so we go back inside.
We go inside and tell Uncle Aaron’s friends to get their drunken friend, and to find him a ride home. Mission complete.
We go sit at the bar again, another shot! BAMMMM Jen and I start talking about our first fights in school with boys, etc. and little ass Mr. I-Don’t-Get-The-Hint-when-You-Want-Me-to-walk-away (Mr. Latin America) swoops in and sits next to Jen and tries to start a conversation.  Jen does not understand him and he was a little buzzed himself. I tell him in Spanish she does not understand Spanish, so he will get the hint and walk away. No such luck. This is too bad for the little man that I have had enough to drink and was riled up for some ass kicking.
We are sitting at the bar once again having a grand time, when Mr. Latin America comes up and Jen gave him a warning that she is not taking his hook. I then lean on over and tell him to stop that she does not want to talk. He puts his gross little hand on her…OH HELL NO!  I tried to control myself and walk away, with success!!!
Again, we go outside and someone asked if we want them to keep Mr. Latin America away I say yes, before I kick his ass. He was being too aggressive and annoying I wanted to bitch slap him.
We start talking about other stuff when out of no where comes Mr. Latin America! I am like “Look here buddy, if you know what is best you will walk away right now!” My hands start balling into fist at this point and I am sooo getting ready to hike my skirt up to kick the son of a bitch in the throat. He stands there trying to be cool saying he just wants to talk, his friends start calling him over and I tell him again “You really need to walk away before I kick your ass” this is where Jen steps in the middle of us in time because I was about to rip his head off. He finally leaves! Hallelujah!

Look at me all fucking cool trying to kick some guys ass…haha
This was the highlight of the night, as we didn’t get home until we called for a ride around 9ish.
Trust me there was a lot of this and that in between all this craziness. 
Now we are both at work and I wonder when the next time we will have another adventure.
I hope real soon.
I love that girl.