Matt played a show at a local bar on the water a couple Saturdays ago and I was super excited to go because almost all of our friends were coming out and we were celebrating a friend’s 30th birthday.
My girlfriend, Jilly, even volunteered to pick me up and drive me, (since Matt has to get to the shows early) I was thrilled because this meant I could really party.
And boy-oh-boy did I party....
The three straws in my ($10 “bucket”) drink should have been a clue that this delicious assortment of rum goodness was meant to be shared with others.
But my head felt all fuzzy and happy and I continued to drink….and drink.
I thought I would only drink one of these bucket treats (Hello, BUCKET! What was I thinking?) but then Matt offered me his that someone had bought for him and at that point….I thought, ”shit, why not?!”
Clearly I was in buzzed Mandy mode, not thinking straight at all.
The drink was named “voodoo juice”….like that wasn’t a big enough clue to not go near that stuff with a ten foot pole.
My sister and brother in-law even said they saw me after the bar “attempting” to walk the dog. When they screamed out the window, “Man, you HAVE A FENCE! Put Chase in the backyard!” They said I stumbled and titled my head stating, “Oh, yeaaaah. I forgot.”
I totally paid for it because I def. didn’t hold down my midnight snack and the next morning it took all my might and a nap to hold down my breakfast.
Basically I died the next day.
To make matters worse, the next day was my nephew’s 3rd birthday party. Thank god it was at 3:00. I was able to roll out of bed and eat my way through my hangover.
I told matt, “I’m NEVER drinking again!!”
I have yet to drink more than one beer.
Rum drinks….uhhh…I’m so over them.
See...when everbody's doing it (Rum buckets) you all tend to get a little crazy....
Jess even came out for one last night of "freedom" I should of had what she was having...water.
Fun night, but I need to learn to tone it down.