Ah, the joys of Girl’s Night Out. A beer, a shot, or maybe a glass of wine or two? It’s all in good fun and after a couple drinks you realize you’re having the best time of your life. The men reading your facebook check in are salivating at even the thought of being a fly on the wall for GNO. But they are not invited for two reasons. Number one because they would not be able to pick their jaws up off the table after hearing your conversations about dildos and breast implants. Number two because they can never know the amount of time spent strategizing about how to get the best looking man to your table or how miserably the whole plan failed. Then you awake in the morning on Super Bowl Sunday realizing you have a few short hours for the coffee and Excedrin to kick in before you have to figure out what team you’re going to pretend to root for. Otherwise known as the hangover or what the Urban Dictionary defines as “Nausea and headaches often caused by way too much “effing” alcohol.”
The post was brought to you by:
Joe the I.T. Dude
Joe is otherwise known as the last guy of the night to be lured to our table who announced to the entire group of 8 women that he was NOT emotionally available. Thanks Joe, nothing else EVER said could be more entertaining and you made sure the night was not a TOTAL waste of make-up.
I’m rooting for the Patriots today – in honor of you.