when i was a drunken mess: confessions of a twelve-year-old little girl.

nikki and i did the thursday night drunk-fest that's quickly becoming a new tradition. thursday night used always be about ms. k, and B. all of that seems forever ago. so we went for pizza at roma's. yumm, i love that place. i was all depressed when it burned to the ground. but they've reopened in a new location keeping the same look and feel with some minor updates. tommy boy still works there. we used to always flirt with him when T and i made that place our haunt. we pretended that he was one of our lobster's. we never knew his real name, we just called him tommy boy for the tommy jeans he always wore that complimented his adorable butt. so after a few beers there and some songs on the juke box we headed across the parking lot to a sports bar. breeder central, redneck mecca. it was interesting. i kept telling nikki if it was too low class for her all she had to do was say the word and we'd head downtown. i said i didn't care where we were as long as the beer was good and cold. and they had rolling rock on tap. score.

"um, i'm like the only girl in this place. are you sure this isn't a gay bar?"

so we settled in at the bar and i put my five dollars in the juke box to put an end to the country music that was making us feel all icky. i struggled with what xtina song to pick, fighter or dirrty.

"um, i'm gonna go with dirrty since most of the people in this place look kinda dirty." i told her.

"oooh! nsync." i said, as the page flipped down.
"not in this place." nikki warned me.
"alright." i said defeated.
"i have to pee, if you pick nsync while i'm gone you're in trouble."

"so what did you pick?" nikki asked when she came back.
"xtina, a little JT and nsync!" i said, happy as a little girl.
"ugh. these rednecks are gonna kill you. it's a good thing you picked nsync last because we'll be asked to leave when that comes on." nikki explained.

so we made our way to a booth once one finally opened up. two beers and one shot for each of us, that was not an easy trip to make across the room. we decided that we'd stock up on our drinks so we didn't have to walk our lazy asses back up to the bar anytime soon.

"i feel like i'm partying in someone's basement. the walls are cement blocks painted white." i said looking around.

we sat in a giant both and got tipsy. nikki and her tiny bladder made several trips to the restroom. and i of course was a dork and drunk dialed a few people. i called kia because she loves to laugh at her poodle when he's drunk. and i called christopher, i hope i didn't piss him off. i don't know if i even talked to him. from the short time the call lasted i'm thinking that i didn't. and i of course had to call the boy when i played another damn coldplay song (in my place this time). i'm my very own tragically sad lifetime tv movie. i even have my own background music for my conversations. yes i am a dork, but i really wouldn't have it any other way.

sadly the night ended with me breaking my cell phone. maybe that was a sign that i should cut back on the drunk dialing that seems to get me into so much trouble. or maybe it's a sign that i should get the slider phone that i've had my eye on for a bit now. however my birthday is coming up too. *hint hint* i called kia to inform her of the tragedy.

"i'll never be able to call anyone ever again!" i told her.
"um, you're talking to me right now." she explained.