Before Dinner, 5 PM
Me via FB: Dinner tonight at the Melting Pot, tomorrow at Cactus Blue. Saving money, I’m doing it wrong.
Cheryl via FB: Dinner at the melting pot 🙂
Me, to Cheryl: mmmm, this wine is good.
Me via Twitter: Mmmmm, Gerwurztraminer.
Cheryl, to me: That was good, but I’m still hungry. And those martinis look fantastic.
Me: NO MORE DRINKS. We’ll stop at McDonald’s or something, get you something to sober up.
Cheryl: OOOH, FRENCH FRIES!
Me: Yes, we’ll get you some french fries.
Cheryl: I want some onion rings. Like the beer battered kind. Not those breaded shits I can buy in the store. Seriously, fuck those kind.
Me via FB: BTW, Cheryl on two glasses of White Zin? Hilarioussss. (Also seen here.)
Me: I don’t feel like going home yet, it’s early.
Cheryl: Me, either.
Me: OOH! We should go to the Sands!
Upon leaving the restaurant, we pass a small cafe that has closed for the evening with their menu posted on the window.
Me, via Twitter: Heading to The Sands with drunk bitch in tow.
And it all goes downhill from there. There was gambling, boobs, creepers, fantastic Irish coffee, and humping of dessert products. And because of facebook and Twitter, it’s all been recorded for internet posterity.
Thanks, social media.