Minor Delights

Went out bowling with friends (read: coworkers) last night, though we ended up spending a majority of the night in the bar listening to people do karaoke. I drank more than I intended to as well, having bought myself two Mikes and a fuzzy navel, and then one person bought a Jagerbomb (which are gross, I can officially say that now) for me after a friend accused him of trying to get her drunk and then told him to get me drunk instead, and then later another coworker bought me a shot of what was supposed to be straight tequilla, but apparently ended up being either a straight shot of either rum or whiskey. That is still up for debate. Alls I know is that it burned like a bitch going down.

And then I met a friend from highschool which I hadn't seen in about six years, and we just clicked like old times. And then all of the girls in my group, and my other friend from highschool, all got up and sang Wannabe by Spice Girls.


And I didn't fall in the bathroom this time.