So Friday night I went out to the bar and met up with one of my oldest friends I haven't seen in forever. While I was waiting, I was sexually harassing my bartender (you would too, trust me), and having some shots of SoCo.
So at some time during the night of sexually harassing Kevin (YUM!) and dancing with my friend's husband (who can pop it like a stripper), I met this guy and gave him my number. So he calls me tonight, and mind you I don't know his name, can't for the life of me remember meeting him, but apparently we have a date Friday. And he wants me to like meet his family and shit Friday night as well. WHAT THE FUCK?!
I seriously have to talk to my bartenders about letting me talk to random guys while drinking whiskey. Because I am fairly certain all I was thinking about was molesting my bartender.
I should probably scale back the drinks a bit huh?