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This weekend was an absolute riot!!!!! It all started with the Bar East Show. I love that bar. It is my most favorite place to play. We met up with some friends from the Circle Tap. They bought me a shot and we talked about their obsession with Kid Rock. I think that�s who they were talking about. It was kind of funny because there was this guy in a white hat that looked just like him. The guy looked pretty uncomfortable with a bunch of drunken females pointing and laughing at him. The night went by so fast. I got to harass one of BJ�s friends by throwing popcorn at him. Drunk people are fun!

By the end of the night I was very hungry and dehydrated. Did that stop me from having one more shot? No! I�m a dumb ass and I love BJ�s family. So, I have one more shot courtesy of BJ's aunt. It was the shot from hell. It knocked me on my ass so fast I could hardly sing!

Speaking of being able to hardly sing. Last night I go see the band Johnny Wad. I had to support my guitar teacher. Well my guitar teacher got me drunk! That�s right! He bought me two shots of Jose Quervo, add that to two gin and tonics that equals a really silly girl! Did I ever tell you I hate to drink? I lose my whole sense of control. I become this crazy sex goddess with absolutely no grace and really bad breath. I climb on vehicles and suddenly everyone is my friend. I become the band's amusement.

�Hey, lets get little sister drunk, and see what she does!�

It�s kind of like getting Sparky drunk but without animal control.

So, I guess some time later I�m belting (trying desperately) Janis Joplin. Then we encore with Alanis. I tell you I�ve never been so out of control, or out of key, in my entire life. Except maybe at my bachelorette party, but that is a whole different story! I will never look at a cucumber the same way ever again.

So, somehow I end up home in my nice warm bed and it�s time to get up for work. I love work. That is supposed to be sarcastic.

Right now I�m having a problem with one of my co-workers. Apparently she has a �Better Then Thou� complex. Either that or she had an accident with a stick and her rectum. Well, whatever the case, she needs to either get over it or see a doctor. I think there is even a specialist for that particular problem.