TMI Thursday - Cougars On The Prowl

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Daffy said that I need to partake of TMI Thursday's to be one of the cool kids. I'm all about being one of the cool kids so here goes nothing. This story involves several friends who have in no way shape or form given me permission to verbally vomit about their lives for all the world to read. It's too bad they chose me as a friend. There will be no distinguishing details revealed about any of them.

Birthday's are a huge deal among my circle of friends. We always get the group together, there are gifts, dinner, and all around jovial times. We are a pretty sedate group (don't worry I have TWO groups of friends, the sedate group and not so sedate group). I call this group my sedate friends. I'm not sure why we're so boring sedate when we're together. They are all older than me, I'm the youngest in the group (by 15 years with some of the girls). They are all woman I currently work with or have worked with in the past.

Anyfriend, back in the fall we were celebrating my birthday. I love days that are all about ME. Everyday should be all about me and then EVERYONE could partake of the wonderfulness of celebrating me. That would be so awesome for you guys. The most conservative chicka in the group had me convinced that NO ONE could come to dinner or partake of the fantasticalness of celebrating me. Everyone was busy. She had me CONVINCED it was her and I for a quick birthday celebration. Bitch got me good. We arrived at a brand new restaurant in town and there were the other 8 girls in the group and our friend who lives out of province, who had also come into town to celebrate ME. Keep in mind I have worked with some of these ladies for seven or eight years. We are great friends and I love each of them, but I have never seen any of them drunk. Never. We've been tipsy together and we love a good bottle of wine but shitfaced, goggle eyed, everyman is the man of my dreams's never happened. Until that fateful night. The stars aligned, the moon was in it's zenith (whatever the hell that means) and someone decided it would be fun to do tequila shooters. The evening just went to hell in a handbasket after that.

Ok, you need to get the mental pic in your head here. There are 9 of us, ranging in age from 36 (me) to 50 (bitch friend* that had me convinced no one was coming to my party). We're all in our corporate gear from work, in a new restaurant/club that has been touted in the media as the most chic, urban place to be. We have a beautiful dinner, I open all my awesome presents and then we start doing tequila shooters. Oh the humanity. I still shudder to think of the total asshats we made of ourselves that evening.

At one point we had a male waiter literally run ...RUN from our table because we scared the shit out him. Perhaps it was the ferile, drunken look in our eyes or perhaps it was because we kept asking him how old he was while licking our lips. We laughed as he ran away, telling him to take his weak-ass will  to another table and send us a REAL man.

At one point, bitch friend decided it would be a pretty neat idea to drink tequila out of her brand new Franco's. So she took her shoe off, poured 6 shots of tequila in her shoe and proceeded to pass it around the table.  We drank from her fucking shoe, laughing hysterically the entire time because c'mon, drinking from shoes is funny right, and not at all trailer trash. There are pictures.

A discussion was held regarding new lipsticks on the market. B had purchased a new lipstick and explained to the group that it made her lips tingle. No one believed her (we're drunk) so we had her haul the lipstick out of her purse to show us this magical lipstick. Then she proceeded to apply the lipstick on each set of lips sitting at the table. Much laughter ensued and jokes were made about putting the lipstick on our nipples ...because it tingled (not by me, I would never do that). There are pictures.

Oh and then there was dancing. Nothing finer than a bunch of middle age women thinking they got it goin' on like J. Lo in the middle of a dance floor. Of course, there was no stumbling involved, at all.  Classy, right?

Then bitch friend got sick. I'm not talking a little puke in your mouth sick, I'm talking painting the walls for an hour straight sick. We laughed. What's funnier than seeing the most straightlaced of the group puking her really expensive dinner all over the bathroom walls? That's funny, right? We thought so. Don't worry, we made sure someone guarded the bathroom door while she puked. We were also kind enough to phone her husband to tell him he had to come pick her up. He thought we were playing some sort of joke on him. He kept asking, "She's drunk? She can't be drunk." It took quite a while to convey our message because the conversation went something like this:

Me: Bitch's husband you need.....ohhhh just wait a sec I love this song here talk to K....
K: Bitch's husband...what Dual Mom was trying to tell you is that your wife is .... oh hold on Dual Mom wants me on the dance floor with to Jay.
Jay: Hey Bitch's husband, how are you? What? Your wife, oh she's in the bathroom redecorating. Don't worry she's fine, we got her back, just like they say in the hood (Jay wouldn't know a hood if it slapped her across the face). Oh wait, there's a cute talk to Mim.
Mim: ellooooo? huh...who is this?

I think it finally dawned on him how drunk we were because about a half hour later the cavalry arrived and he brought B's husband with him. We laughed with glee as they tried to round us up. It was a bit like romper room in your local pre-school class. Just as they thought they had the entire group gathered at the front door, someone would make a run for it back to the dance floor. I think at one point they recruited the assistance of a bouncer.

The bill for the tequila shooters alone was $300. It was worth every penny of it.

Bitch friend was sick for three days. She tried to convince everyone she had swine flu.

It was the best birthday ever!

*I call her bitch friend but she's not. She is the kindest, most loving person I know.


gaylin said...
December 17, 2009 at 1:53 PM

I don't drink alcohol but the next time you do this, invite me, I can be the designated driver and photographer!

but I don't clean up puke

LiLu said...
December 17, 2009 at 2:31 PM

At my next birthday? I am DEMANDING my friends drink tequila out of a show.

LiLu said...
December 17, 2009 at 2:31 PM

*Shoe! Shoe! Damn you, keyboard!

Meagan@Megs7827 said...
December 17, 2009 at 3:00 PM

That is hilarious! Glad you participated!

Laura said...
December 17, 2009 at 3:21 PM

You friends are actually my friend's aren't they! Laughed as I read most of this, but went eeww with the drinking from the shoe. Ugh, sorry eeww.


Daffy said...
December 17, 2009 at 3:34 PM

Thank God you took pictures. Now why the heck didn't you post any? Seriously! Photoshop those faces right out....

Shots out of a shoe...and a Franco no less. The only two pairs of Franco's I own are knee knee high boots...not really shot worthy.

Sounds like such great times! Thanks for drinking the koolaide!

Aunt Juicebox said...
December 17, 2009 at 4:44 PM

Er, every day is sort of a TMI day for me. I have no boundaries.

The last time I got THAT fit shaced, I was at the bar on the corner with my BFF and I spent like half an hour trying to send texts to people but could not figure out my phone. I called my husband to have him come pick me up, and then decided to walk instead. He claims I spent an hour sleeping with my head on the toilet lid.

Anonymous said...
December 17, 2009 at 4:51 PM

OMG I looove that story. Hilarious! It sounds like me and my girls. Except most of the time our boyfriends/husbands don't want to come get us cuz they hate us when we're in that state.

I'm gonna have to pull out some heavy drinking day arsenal for a post soon. :)

carissajaded said...
December 17, 2009 at 5:18 PM

Drinking out of a shoe?? I cannot believe that I haven't done that. Seriously. OK I am so glad your friends turned out to be cool after all. Not that they weren't cool before this night... but now they are awesome!

MaeRae said...
December 17, 2009 at 5:39 PM

Redecorating the walls is FUNNY! I am going to need to use that in the future. I cringe at the thought of you drinking from a shoe.

Carol said...
December 17, 2009 at 7:12 PM

Pictures - We want Pictures!!

This is a great post and sounds like a wonderful way to spend a birthday.

Taking shots out of a shoe - Awesome!

Mad Woman said...
December 17, 2009 at 9:17 PM

I want to come back to Canada just to party with you!! And I want to see pics!!

Anonymous said...
December 17, 2009 at 9:47 PM

Now that's funny! I want to see those pictures!

Noelle said...
December 17, 2009 at 9:47 PM

i have several issues with your story:
1) how DARE you post a story like this and keep saying "we have pictures" and not post any? that is just cruel and mean.

2) i live on a farm. i have no effing idea what a franco is. don't judge me. ariat? yes. tony lama? yes. nocona? you betcha. franco...? sorry, doesn't ring a bell.

3) the last time i drank tequila with my "friends", i ended up stripping to my bra and undies on the dance floor. end of tequila shots for me.

4) if these are your "serene" friends...i'd hate to see your party friends. you guys are animals!

Raoulysgirl said...
December 17, 2009 at 11:28 PM lost me when you drank out of the shoe!!!

I'm about to join Bitch Friend in the bathroom!

adrienzgirl said...
December 17, 2009 at 11:41 PM

You are sooooooooo fucking classy I can't stand it!

Tequila shots, from a shoe, she took off her foot at the table.

She probably did have swine flu and I am surprise, surprise, surprised that you all didn't get it!

Anonymous said...
December 18, 2009 at 7:55 AM

The ferile, drunken look attracts more than it scares away!


qandlequeen said...
December 19, 2009 at 2:07 PM

Five women and two husbands went to listen to a band playing on an island or something with sand in the middle of the Mississippi River. We had to take a boat to get there. End of the evening, girls are sufficiently plowed and the guys spent over an hour trying to round us up. One said it was like trying to herd cats - totally impossible! Evidently I was the worst as I was almost left behind. oops

Monique-aka-Surferwife23 said...
December 19, 2009 at 3:44 PM

O.M.G. This is the best post I have ever read. Wow. Just Wow.

Shandal said...
December 20, 2009 at 4:04 PM

Hey just stopped by from Monique's. She was right, you are a must read! This post is so funny! I was rollin when you guys took shots from a shoe. Crazy shit right there! New follower!

Anonymous said...
December 20, 2009 at 4:22 PM


I Love this story! This was hilarious, and slightly reminiscent of some of my exploits haha.

kys said...
December 20, 2009 at 10:31 PM

LMAO!! You iz Klassy Broads!

Lola said...
December 21, 2009 at 3:20 PM

HA!! Been there, sista. The last time I did shots of tequila was with the best friend a few years ago. We got so incredibly wasted and didn't want to leave the party we were at when our husbands wanted to leave.

So, while they were trying to round us up, we snuck out the back door, "ran" down the driveway, bottle of tequila in hand, until we came upon a gorgeous 1964 Corvette. We both stopped our staggered escape to who knows where to admire the car.

Next thing I know, the best friend is trying to open the door, which was unlocked, and she jumps in. "Come on, get in," she says. So, yeah, I got in, and we continued to party our asses off in some guy's incredibly expensive antique car. We didn't even notice him walking down the driveway about an hour later.

The look on his face when he opened the driver's door to find two insanely drunk women partying in his car was hilarious. The poor dude thought he hit the jackpot up until our husbands came walking up behind him all pissed off at us.

And that's why I never drink tequila shots straight up anymore...

GunDiva said...
December 21, 2009 at 3:46 PM

I love this post! Found you from Nathanael's blog. You definitely deserve the award!