Three ring circus

Before I get to the goodness from last night, I bring you Monkey Man:
















This is why cotton candy is never a good idea at 11:15 AM. For real.

Last night was the big ball sponsored by the local women's club. I'm not so much into women's club type of things - the worst thing I've done is participated in Daughters of the American Revolution, mostly because my dear dad filled out the gazillion forms and was so excited that he was able to get me and my sister in, but not to mention the yearly George Washington Birthday Luncheon where most of the older ladies get all gussied up in hats and gloves and things of that ilk. It gives me good material for parties.

Anyhow, we got roped into buying tickets by the owners of The Most Expensive Preschool on the Planet, and when we found out that most of the Neighborhood Badasses were going we decided that maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

We had a blast. They had a band and dancing, a big casino room, and lots of door prizes, raffle prizes, and silent auction stuff. The Badasses were all in fine form last night, so much so that one of us ended up breaking his ankle. Seriously. The band was pulling people up from the dance floor to dance on stage, and once Brian finished shakin' his groove thang he proceeded to jump off the stage and ended up busting his ankle.

The other noteworthy item is that I, who have only played a few games of Go Fish in my lifetime, discovered blackjack and all I can say is that I am going to lose a shitload of money in Vegas if I'm not careful. Jesus, I love that game - perfect for me because the rules aren't too complicated, plus any chimp (especially a drunk chimp) can add up to 21. I'm just sayin'.

We rolled in around 12:30 with bags full of burgers because we were starving and then finally got to bed around 2. I slept like crap, because when you've ingested that much bourbon and tequila it just means that bad things are in store for you. Bad things like being really hung over and then having to go to the circus.

I guess we thought Drunken Circus might be fun. Hungover Circus, not so much.

Monkey Man had a blast, though. And is the proud owner of a new sword that I only got knocked in the back of the head with about a dozen times on the way home.

So that's about it in a nutshell. I have to run over to Brian's house now to pick up my dishes from the happy hour they hosted last night, so I probably should take a complimentary bottle of vodka or something over there to go with the painkillers. Ouch.