If I can't dance I don't want to be in your revolution

Drink what you want, drink what you're able. If you are drinking with me, you'll be under the table

You know that a night of casual drinks has turned into a night of serious drinking when you order a hotdog in a fine dining establishment.

And you know that a fine dining establishment is one that you will frequent when they have the ability to produce a hotdog for you, albeit covered in pan-fried onions and sun dried tomatoes.

And you know that your waitress will be getting a big tip if when she delivers the hotdog, she also produces a jar of peanut butter just because she wants to make the strange request even stranger.

And you know that you truly love your friends when said hotdog makes the round of the table, each friend generously dipping the hotdog into the peanut butter and taking monster mouthfuls…while commenting on how hotdog and peanut butter isn’t so bad…but that the sun-dried tomatoes has destroyed a perfectly good meal.

All this because of one too many Grey Goose Martinis…

posted by Andrea @ 3:28 PM