Went to a party last Saturday night. I told you that story I'd be alright ,uh huh. It ain't no big thing. Okay enough Lita Ford. Now that you have one of the worst songs ever stuck in your head I will tell you my story. Saturday night a kickball friend had a party for her birthday. Great group of people - all from different parts of her life; triathletes, kickballers, people from work, her mom (who was a hoot), etc. One person got stuck in the bathroom and the hostess came very close to breaking down the door. Another decided to raid her cache of Belgian beer (yum yum) and serve it to all of us (we thought he had brought it). Did I mention it was really, really expensive Belgian beer that she got IN BELGIUM?
By the end of the evening most people were pretty tanked and not exactly making the best decisions. Case in point....the young, ahem, lady who decided that she wanted to play strip kickball in the street at 1 am while it was 40 degrees outside. This same dame quickly became convinced that she would be able to drive home. The only way her guy could get the keys from her was to agree to strip greco-roman wrestling. Yes, you read that correctly - I could not make that up. It was probably the most entertaining end to an evening I've had for quite awhile. You know it's a good party when it involved rescue, theft and nudity.
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