Unfortunately, Hellanie spent much of her first night in town trying to get this dude and his similarly elderly friends to leave us alone. Though you can hardly blame him. We are an awfully good-looking group of gals. I have a pretty awesome HD video (thanks iPhone 4!) of her perched on the bar singing along to Piano Man and maybe (definitely) dribbling (pouring) just a little bit (about half a pint) of her beer onto his head when he joined in.
Another night, same game. Now, if you'll think back to my last post and how I hinted at things to come, you'll see that this picture was taken sometime right after beer tequila tequila and perhaps right between vodka and vodka. Olivia and I thought it was a great idea to give this ATM a lap dance. I'm not even ashamed.
If memory serves (And why wouldn't it after rum vodka vodka wine beer tequila tequila vodka vodka beer?) this was right before taxi hot dogs faceplant. You know it's serious business when the hair goes up into a ponytail.
I recall looking at Jason shortly after this pic and saying "I'm outskies. Yep. Done. Home. Now." Then there was a cab and hotdogs and what felt like the longest elevator ride EVER up to our apartment. The end.
The moral? Going on a bender will, unfortunately, not get back the job that went to someone else. But it will absolutely make you forget all about it for several hours. And that was enough for me.