Last Call... twice

We made a valiant effort to drink all 55 martinis on the menu last night but were halted by a premature 'last call' from the waitress. We're pretty sure they just didn't want to continue making a bunch of different martinis since a group of people came in after we were told last call and ordered and were served. We so could have had another round.

There were some pretty nasty drinks... and I mean nas-tee. One called a Dirty Martini really should have been called Dirty Sweat Sock Martini. When combined with some horrid jalapeño martini it was almost tolerable - in small sips. But that came back to bite in about 20 minutes later. There were a couple of us that had the misfortune of ordering pure alcohol 2 or 3 times in a row but luckily we had enough people that there was usually someone willing to trade. thankss Nibski!)

We paid and left for the next pub and closed it down as well after muchraucouss laughter. The beauty of mine friends is that there isn't a single one of us that doesn't get royally ribbed in an evening. We're all bullies and we're all the victims. It's a great system. We gang up on one, make them feel like an moron then we rotate through the group until we've all had a turn. Fabulous.

It's even more fun when the stupidity continues once you've left the building. Ah - the beauty of a cell phone. Rashy had 4 messages on her machine when she got home - all from our vehicle. Somehow - I had one too - from me.. part of what I had left for her.... only weirder.... mmmmmm... I'll have to look into that further. Something about the car being haaaaaaaaaaawt..... :S