
So I had kind of a rough weekend. Saturday I had a memorial to go to. Sunday was okay, we went to the Monster Truck show, although most of the day I was dreading the root canal I had to have done Monday.
The memorial I went to was so sad. Of course they are all sad. This one was hard because it was a friend from a long time ago(I believe this was mentioned previously), he was two years younger than me and it was an unknown health issue. I thought the memorial would help deal with the grief. Maybe process it since I am not good at that, and it may have, but I am too busy smashing it down on top of the other deaths that I haven't dealt with to notice.
So my dear friend, "I" we will call her, (I will do this until I get good hang of this blogging thing), texted me asking if I wanted to go out for a beer. I shot back a text to her, "Holy S**t, yes please!". This is our thing. She is single so we go out and scope for guys for her. It is pretty fun on my end, no pressure, happily married and I just get to make friends and have fun. So it was so great to get out.
To pretty much sum up the night:
Ditched an online date at the bar. We went outside so "I" could smoke, then left him there.
Sang Kareoke. Badly. So badly.
Closed down Kareoke bar.
Met a group of 4 men outside of said bar, (and for reals, one was named Michael Phelps and another Marvin, but his friends called him Kevin), we all decided we needed to go to a strip club. Two of 4 men ride with us to strip club. Can't find strip club, ask directions, get accosted by a bum, find strip club.
First time in strip club. Blech.
The group of guys ditch us in the strip club.
We leave, the guys are in the parking lot getting torn new ones by a carload of girlfriends, theirs, I assume.
So what goes around comes around kids. We ditch someone, then we get ditched. It was a blast. I hate getting home so late though. Got home @ 3:30, then got up @ 8:30 to run.
Here's the thing. I don't do this kind of thing. I'm a sweet, quiet PTA mom that has never been to a strip club, I don't get drunk, this just isn't my bag.
But is was a frickin' blast!
In the picture is Marvin,(aka Kevin) & Michael Phelps. I took a pic of them in my friends backseat to send to a friend b/c it was so crazy. The poor guys were sitting in carseats too!!
Naughty mommy.