Here we go....I'll share these as they progress through the night. Meaning....me least drunk to me fully tossed.
Yep, I was gone by that last picture. I vaguely remember going to a strip club and then wandering the streets waiting for my Baby B and others to get to Plaid Pantry so we could buy more smokes, which was so not what we needed.
Ah, well. It took me three days to recover. Two days to remember I sang "My Milkshake Brings All The Boys To the Yard" and three days to remember dancing with some girl named Trixie at the strip club. Memories I will cherish for always.