It's Summer, time to party. finally

Over the last three weeks i've had two occasions where Grandma and Grandpa have taken Chewie home for the night so i could stay out getting drunk and silly.

The first was for my friend Xtine's bachelorette party, highlights included:

• too many Rum and Cokes and far too much Karaoke...
  
• and All That Jazz...
• and a creepy dude in pleated pants and loafers hitting on us saying: "Do those flowers mean you ladies need to get lei-ed?" to which i replied: "No, it means we've ALREADY been lei-ed." and then finding out later that the dude was drinking orange bacardi breezers, thus dubbing him "Bacardi Breezers" for the rest of the night...
  
• heading outside in my drunken state to share a ciggy with Xtine's auntie Shelley and blurting out: "Hey, can i have a Toke off that?...uh, i mean puff? Can i have a puff off that? i don't even know what a toke is!"
  
• and not having to show James my boobs in exchange for taking us through the CrackDonald's drive thru after Mika assured us that he would require some kind of sexual favour as payment for allowing food in his freshly detailed car... when i asked him if we could go he said: "okay".

the other was last Saturday night for mine and my brother's combined Costume Birthday Party where the theme was "Dead Celebrities: Really, The Best Kind" where such known celebrities as:

• Albert Einstein
• Audrey Hepburn
• Mister Rogers
• Nancy Spungen
• Greta Garbo
• Tammy Faye Baker
• Bea Arthur
• Estelle Getty
• James Dean
• Mother Theresa
• Aliyah
• Jackie O
• Erma Bombeck
• Dean Martin
• Rodney Dangerfield
• Patsy Cline
• Johnny Cash
• June Carter
• Bonnie and Clyde
• Chris Farley
• Kurt Cobain
• Bettie Page
• Jessica Rabbit (i wasn't aware that she had died)
  
• and Shirley Temple (also not dead) were in attendance.
  
• Oh, and me, i was Judy Garland - "Get Happy" (google it)
  

i had just written about four paragraphs that involved the graphic nature of my drinking and the horrible after effects the next morning, and acidity, and bile, and the possible drinking effects of the lacking of ones gallbladder... but i don't want you to get the impression that this blog is all about puke now. In reality, it's so much more...i hope.

So, i will leave you with my sexy gams! WOO!