Bottoms Up!

 Last night I met up with my girls, my amigos, my favorite bitches, and we had dinner and drinks to celebrate my birthday. (Thanks again, guys! Love y'all!) Now, it doesn't take much to get any of the four of us talked into having a drink. Pretty much all you have to say is "do" and all four of us will say yes without you coming close to finishing your question. We don't always do shots, but if there is a birthday, special occasion, or if one of us has just been having a hell of a time of it, then set 'em up barkeep, because we're gonna knock 'em down.

When the waitress came to take our order the funniest thing happened. One friend said, "Not Sambuca!" Another friend said, "Not fireball!" My response was, "Well, then, what? Tequila?" A resounding chorus of "NO" went around the table and made me laugh. That poor waitress. I'm sure she thought we were crazy. We ended up with Cinnamon Toast Crunch shots (Rum Chata and Fireball) and they were quite yummy. But that's not what this post is about. 

No, the topic I choose to share with you today comes courtesy of the "Dear God, NO!" looks on my friends' faces as each of them declared what they couldn't handle. It seems that if you are a drinker, or have ever been a drinker, then you most likely have one of "those" stories. Some of those stories we remember, some we don't, and some are repeated to us so many times by our friends who sat there and encouraged us to get black-out drunk, that we can almost remember them happening.

Now, keep in mind that I went through a time period where I didn't drink much at all. My kids were little and I just didn't keep it around or go places often where I was tempted. (Looking back I wonder how in the hell I managed?) As they got older and got involved with activities and such, I met a group of amazing people who happened to have children around the same ages as mine. We bonded and I'm so glad that we did because they each mean so much to me.

After a little convincing, I finally decided to join them as they visited bars in the area. You see, there was an incredible band that played locally and we ended up being their groupies. Oh, the fun we had and I miss those nights out with all those guys, immensely! (Hey, guys? How about a reunion show?)

Why do you need to know this? Well, my first experience with Jagermeister happened to be at one of their shows. Let me start by saying that I really don't remember much about that night. If my friend, Kim hadn't laughed her ass off at me, repeatedly through the years, recounting the story to me in great detail, I would have no idea what happened that night. 

I was two Margaritas in when the lead singer and my friend decided that we all needed to do shots. I clearly remember the look on Aaron's face when I announced I'd never had a Jagerbomb. His look of shock quickly followed by mischievousness is not a sequence I will ever forget, even if the remainder of the night is a blur. 

"Oh, you'll love it!" Yeah, that is about the last thing I can clearly remember. Kim always laughs as she tells me that she lost count of how much I drank that night. There were at least four Margaritas with an inconclusive number of Jagerbombs within a very short time period. 

I danced. I do not dance. I sang along with the band. I do not sing in public. I loved everyone and told them this loudly and often. I had to be helped out to the car (thank God Kim saw the writing on the wall and stopped drinking earlier in the evening.) On the way out the door, the bouncers laughed their asses off at me, offered to take me to the car, and told me I would pay for my fun the next day. Evidently, they'd been watching my crazy drunk ass. 

They, bless their fortune-telling hearts, were correct.

Now, most people would never touch Jager again. I'm not most people. But that story is for another day.

I want to hear your stories! I love it when I hear back from my followers, so please fill me in! You can message me here or on any of my social media accounts. It would absolutely make my day to know of your drunken shenanigans.

As always...

Much love from me to you!

Shelly (a/k/a Dawn Love)