Oh. My. God.

Well. I can't believe how PROUD I was for managing to actually write a blog post while falling down drunk. And I WAS falling down drunk, despite what I said in the post.
"Burping is way better than spewing????" That was my profound insight of the evening? It's true, for what it's worth...;)

Here's the scene that greeted Silver and myself when we arrived at fabulous M's house:


G., in orange, was watching A., on drums, and her husband C., on guitar, play Rockband, while M. was providing the vocals (she's not seen in this pic).

Here are S. and M. (hah!), probably before they got completely blotto.



In the background you can see M.'s sister-in-law, who also happens to have the name abbreviation M. (it was bound to happen...)

Here are A. and myself, obviously well on our way to becoming smashed. A. is something of a lightweight in that department, and unfortunately she was the inspiration for my "burping is better than spewing" statement. She ended up hurling repeatedly and she and her husband had to decamp shortly after midnight.



Poor A. Here you can see her before she got to that point. She looks like she's feeling no pain!





Here we are, completely done. The bottle in my hand is merely a prop, honest! I hate wine, but somebody simply told me, "Here, hold this for the picture." And I said, "Sure!" *sigh*



Here are S. and myself, right before I started my epic career as a vocalist for Rockband. I sang for hours and hours, until I was completely hoarse. We had so much fun! Silver tried the drums a few times, but the more tired she got the more difficulty she had, so she figuratively threw in her drumsticks. I sang Alice in Chains, Paramore, Linkin Park, Bon Jovi, The Offspring, Disturbed, and many more I can't recall precisely!



Finally, here is a picture of my feet. I remember saying something about wanting to post a pic for my foot-fetishist readers (!) out there, and I wanted to show everyone that I was still standing, in very high heels no less, even though I was very, very impaired.



What did I learn from this evening of debauchery? Well, I remember thinking, "I can't be too bad off, I can still walk, in heels, and I remembered to lock the door when visiting the loo, AND remembered to wash my hands, too! I'm doing just FINE!"

This evening also served as a bit of aversion therapy for my daughter. I really don't think she'll be trying alcohol anytime soon...;)

I made sure to drink lots and lots (and lots) of water, in between and after the alcoholic beverages, so I'm not hungover in the least right now.

And I learned to always avoid tequila in the future! I really despise that stuff, but it was pushed on me for a toast, so I choked it down. That was the shot that truly pushed my over the edge, so to speak. Ugh.

Finally, here's a shout out to Designated Drivers, Inc., a company that's head and shoulders above a taxi service. They drive you home in your own car! It seems I completely spaced getting Silver's learner's permit renewed, and I didn't want her driving me home with an expired license, even though she does have a thirty day grace period for renewing it. So we called Designated Drivers, at 1:45 AM, to come pick us up and take us home. Even though it took them two hours longer to pick us up than the one hour we were told it would, they still totally rock! Besides, on New Year's Eve their service is FREE!!! So for the price of a tip, we made it home safely and legally, in our own vehicle, which is currently parked in our space outside.

All in all, a very enjoyable and fun evening. I hope yours was as well!

Happy New Year, Everyone!