I got drunk tonight

and I have to admit it was fun.

It's been such a long time. ONly six drinks and I'm slathering. (You know what i'm talking about.)

Low point of the evening? getting dropped off at home and having drunk boys harass my friend for a ride home. When I said no - one of them called me a dyke. I called him a fuckwit and his friend apologised.

As he should.

High point? Being asked for ID and my answer being hysterical laughter?(poetic license there.....)

I'm getting too old for this shit....