JR and I have had many nights out. Mostly they become problems. But last night.... Last night ladies and gentlemen, was above all others. We mingled with the upper-class snobs who'd look past your shoulder to see if anyone's noticing they're talking to you. Wearing a borrowed dress that costs a measly 20 dollars, with a semi nice marquee on my wedding finger, I felt so small. anxiously JR., I gulped down the punch like water. Of course it tasted a little like Champaign, those who knew us said it was "light." After about the 10th one, (we really lost count) and a couple of slurred conversations later, I asked the bartender what the hell they put in it? It wasn't like digging through the hay to find the needle you'd lost, but it was like pulling teeth. He finally mumbled "Oh and a bit of Jack Daniel's." between Jr., I, we probably drank a bottle and a half. Next thing I know, I'm singing a very Cherokee style of slurred "Amazing Grace" to the owner of the showroom. Now I know he was running from me, but last night. I could have cared less. So now I wait for JR. to come home and tell me everything's OK or "they liked you, really..." even though that wouldn't be a lie... It would be more of a "They love clowns and jesters ... you totally proved to them that juggling isn't always the way to entertain. You Jackass." Yes, my friends, Call me Jackass. It is no longer Jacqui. At least I was noticed. I think the Asian lady was hitting on me too? She kept rubbing my back. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW... xoxo qui
3:41 p.m. - 2003-06-27
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