Ladies night
Its funny how girls get so excited to have a "girls-only" night and then spend the entire evening talking about their guys the second they walk out the door. The conversation gets more interesting as the evening progresses and as the alcohol bottles are steadily emptied of their contents.
After my fourth glass of wine, I excitedly exclaimed, "guess what I am!" as I picked up a cork from the counter and put it in my mouth. I yelled back the answer before I could take any guesses, "I'm a bottle of wine!".
Between six uninhibited ladies, everything that was touched was either spilled or dropped or chugged. Booties were shaken, asses slapped, and boobs the center of many discussions. I tired out early because I insisted on running eight miles before the partying binge- keeps me out of trouble....
Why the 45 minute drive from Bremerton to Bainbridge sucks:
You start your journey on a happy note inspired, of course, by Corona and end it blisteringly sober in your dark driveway, alone, at 1 am.
posted by Christy @ 1:06 AM
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3 Comments:
Sounds like you had a good time, I love nights like those!
I think it is very strange how women always end up talking about their boobs don't you?
PS - I still can't get over the fact you are in the same town as my uncle ... what a small BIG world :)
"Booties were shaken ... asses slapped ... and boobs the center of many discussions."
That sounds like great fun. Nights out with the guys are nothing like that. Well ... to be honest, we do sometimes talk about boobs.
Want a guy for the next "Ladies night" get together? I'll bring the wine!
Yeah my guys out nights are just about the same... haha... to much ass slapping going on.
Sounds like you had a pretty good time. congrats on the 8 miles!
Scott
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