2009-02-28 - 7:28 p.m.
Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar!

It's pretty easy to tell when I've had enough to drink:

1. I start swearing. A lot. Since I gave up cussing for Lent, I have to donate a dollar to charity for each time I cuss. I'm up to $14.

2. I start calling boys "Sugar".

3. I can NOT hold still. At all.

My sister, RD and I went out last night. I had two doubles and that was quite enough. I drank the second one really fast and it just really hit me all of a sudden. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I left, I was a little tipsy, but mostly sober. I came back DRUNK.

I totally freaked out the guy who had plopped down in the booth with Spice and RD because I could not contain myself. I am a very happy drunk and I just can't hold still - like an extremely hyper kid with ADD. I ended up dancing all around that bar again, even though it's not really a dancing type place.

We were ready to go at 10:30, but I just kept seeing guys I wanted to talk to. So, RD and Spice waited. Then I saw him. Tall, blonde and GORGEOUS. He was so gorgeous and somehow knew my sister.

I was dancing, laughing and smiling and he attached himself to me like a magnet, which I did not mind at all. He was respectful, taking his cues as far as what he touch from me (which was fine, since I get a little handsy. His back crevice was a-MAZING. Oh, Lord, I could happily grip his back for the rest of my life), but we were definitely all over each other. The fact my sister would not go more than four feet away from me was the only thing that stopped me from grabbing his face and planting a big one on those gorgeous lips.

And did I mention he was gorgeous? Because he was beautiful! I just kept looking at him and marveling at how handsome this man was. Spice and RD eventually got me out of there about 1:30, dragging me away from the dear boy. He got my digits and he'd darn well better call. I have some business with his lips I'd like to take care of.

All right, now don't go thinking I'm a slut. I just get a little handsy when I drink and in my life, I have been drunk 4 times. And only 2 of those times have I had fun like I did last night. I'm still sweet and innocent, remember?

The guy might be in for a little surprise if we do meet up again, though. I had my hair straightened yesterday (as opposed to it's normal messy curly look), I was wearing heels that make me about 5'7" (I'm normally nearly 5'4") and I was crazy, bubbly and VERY friendly. I'm normally fairly reserved.

All that crazy has to get out sometime, though, and drinking just gives it an outlet. I'm a very silly person by nature, I just keep that social, silly side in check most of the time.

God, I had fun last night. Dancing just makes me happy and when I'm in a place with loud music and happy people I can't help but shake what my momma gave me.

I was a little hung over this morning, but it passed. Mostly, I felt good because of how much fun I'd had. My week ended in a really stressful and frustrating manner and I just need to blow off some steam. Oh, if only my students could have seen their Miss Ninja last night! That would be horrific! They would just DIE! And I would also, but they would be so shocked. Ha!

Ok, I have stuff to get done tonight, so I should go do it.

Oh, I hope that beautiful boy calls.