Step-Ins & Beer.

I'm stuck in recovery mode (along w/ Jon's keys, which are still AWOL) from this past weekend. Whew! The consumption of alcohol was gi-normous. It all started on Friday night with the "lingerie shower" of that limber bitch shown @ left, my friend Molly (yes, that IS her leg in front of her -- don't ask) & the inevitable visit to the bar immediately following. Let me stress the fact that I said beforehand that not only would I not drink much, but I also would not stay out late as we had a lot of drinking planned for the next day as well (but I'll get to that later)... However, it wasn't long before we all had "blow job" shots sitting in front of us, & we were giddy & laughing & being our regular poorly-behaved selves & not even thinking about going home. You can see the aftermath of the BJ shots here:

Okay, so on to the Egg Bowl beginning at 1:30 p.m. CST on Saturday. How State & Ole Miss can go from being the only televised game on Thanksgiving Day to playing on a Saturday & not even being on t.v. locally? Well, that takes real talent at sucking, hard. But I digress.

So, we had plans to attend the "Chug-a-Lug" at Clyde's bar for this blessed event, and oh boy, I haven't drank beer like that, umm, ever? Basically, you pick one of the teams & there are rules for when to drink & how many drinks (1, 2, 3 or 4 or more shots, which become cumulative if necessary) based on penalties, touchdowns, first downs, etc. Before the end of the first quarter, we were already on beer #5, & I was on the team that had to drink LESS!!!

Before we all parted ways for the evening (or sadly rather, the afternoon), there had been about 3 near-fights amongst those in our group, insults galore, a rock thrown @ one person's head, a failed attempt @ shotgunning beer, several people puking, threats of shoving a cow bell where a cow bell is not supposed to be shoved, lost keys & of course, tears. A jolly good time had by all!!!!