I love those moments where you finally just let yourself go, unguarded, and have a good time.
Last night, "I'm not drinking tonight" turned into, "Okay fine I'll play the game."
Which turned into me losing, which equals having to drink more.
So then the whole, "I have work tomorrow" turned into, "This orange vodka/orange juice combo is great!"
Which turned into the music being turned up..because then everyone lost the game.
Once the music is turned up, the Flight of the Conchords mix we were listening to seemed entirely inappropriate. Something about Bret and Jermaine singing, "Fruity Fa Fa" just isn't appealing at midnight on a Sunday...especially after 3 of the guys there finished a half ironman 70.3 today - a huge accomplishment which can only be celebrated with pasta, sleep, and beer.
Alright so then came on the dance music, which turned into Max taking off his shoes and showing off his five finger toe socks...
Then the bongo drum was whipped out.
Then the extra large, Arctic winds, sub-100 degree winter jacket with the furry hood was brought to the table.
Along with a fixie bike frame, some spinning race wheels, a laser pointer, and a cactus.
Very quickly me sitting on the couch half asleep laughing turned into me becoming bongo drum leader...with my ever faithful roommate beside me on the "fixie bike guitar."
So within a couple hours the sleep induced Katie who was planning on remaining in bed asleep all night was jumping with 2 new friends on her couch to music such as Back street boys, MgMt, and various rap songs, mostly old school.
And this lasted until 2 am.
The good news is we danced for almost 2 hours so by the end I was completely sober...but bangin' on a bongo drum like I was south African.
love love love,
me
Last night, "I'm not drinking tonight" turned into, "Okay fine I'll play the game."
Which turned into me losing, which equals having to drink more.
So then the whole, "I have work tomorrow" turned into, "This orange vodka/orange juice combo is great!"
Which turned into the music being turned up..because then everyone lost the game.
Once the music is turned up, the Flight of the Conchords mix we were listening to seemed entirely inappropriate. Something about Bret and Jermaine singing, "Fruity Fa Fa" just isn't appealing at midnight on a Sunday...especially after 3 of the guys there finished a half ironman 70.3 today - a huge accomplishment which can only be celebrated with pasta, sleep, and beer.
Alright so then came on the dance music, which turned into Max taking off his shoes and showing off his five finger toe socks...
Then the bongo drum was whipped out.
Then the extra large, Arctic winds, sub-100 degree winter jacket with the furry hood was brought to the table.
Along with a fixie bike frame, some spinning race wheels, a laser pointer, and a cactus.
Very quickly me sitting on the couch half asleep laughing turned into me becoming bongo drum leader...with my ever faithful roommate beside me on the "fixie bike guitar."
So within a couple hours the sleep induced Katie who was planning on remaining in bed asleep all night was jumping with 2 new friends on her couch to music such as Back street boys, MgMt, and various rap songs, mostly old school.
And this lasted until 2 am.
The good news is we danced for almost 2 hours so by the end I was completely sober...but bangin' on a bongo drum like I was south African.
love love love,
me
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