details, details

The kids always want the details. So, where do I begin? I can't really pinpoint where it all began, but if I had to, I would say it was karaoke night. Nothing happened, nothing was said, there was just a little something in the air (or perhaps it was the incredible heat and humidity in the karaoke room). And then last Thursday we went to see Rilo Kiley and Now It's Overhead. And she drank a little too much. It was endearing at first when she put her arm around me. Then her other arm. Then using me as a lean post. Then throwing up in the trash can. OK, so that part wasn't so endearing.

I've never seen anyone get so drunk so quick. She threw up all over the place... on the floor, on herself, ON ME. Wasn't very fun. Her friend Kim wasn't very helpful in the taking care of the drunk girl department, so it was pretty much left up to me.

Part II coming up....