Oh. My. God. So let me tell you all a story about a friendly little neighborhood where the residents are so fun and crazy, you still feel drunk the next morning. And I’m not talking hangover, yucky drunk, but still drunk, buzzed, just like the night before.
A couple of the local residents, lets call them Blarney and Reather, were invited to a neighborhood Cinco De Mayo party last night, and they thought, hey, why not, it’d be a great way to get to know more of the neighbors. We’ll put the kids to bed and head over for an hour or two when we get bored…
Cut to the two of them stumbling accross the street, certain people who shall remain nameless peeing places they shouldn’t, and making it into bed way too late, or should I say early. But not before both of them paying for it. In fact, Blarney paid for it all night and finally got some sleep at 6 this morning, poor guy. One should not consume so much alcohol when one’s body isn’t used to it and can’t handle more than a wine cooler anyway. Especially when said alcohol is concocted by a Brit. Dangerous territory ;)
Anyway, they certainly got to know the neighbors. It’s like they’re old college buddies after last night. I think there was a lot of repressed, "We’re middle aged, or almost middle aged, and have kids, and never get out with adults to just be ourselves and be crazy anymore" released. Reather does not plan to drink like that again for a loooong time, but it was fun to let loose while it lasted. And they learned after all, that they moved into the most awesome neighborhood EVER. ;)
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Live and learn!!!
Wow. Sounds like you guys had a great time!