Asshole Bartenders, Whataburger at 2 AM, and falling down stairs

That was my evening last night, wrapped up in a sentence. I know it doesn't SOUND like a lot of fun, but it really was. These types of evenings don't normally happen to me...well, not anymore. But, have my friend Julia come around and it's a whole different ball game.

I know the question of 'Why does this always happen to us?' came up once or twice last night. And, honestly, I can't say why except for the gigantic case of ADD that befalls people that come within 10 feet of Julia. Actually it's probably more Lauren and Brittany. Get the three of them together and it's like running out of your psych meds. Probably fun, but possibly scary.

Anyway, at about 12:00 we headed out for a little local bar. I know, I know. Don't ask me. Ask the schizo triplets. And we ended up on the back patio. It wasn't crowded at all, which was nice. We had a lot of fun. Good conversation, a lot of laughs, a lot of controlled chaos (see the last paragraph). But the bartender had a total attitude. I know that sometimes this certain crowd can drive someone to having a sour attitude. However, this was not the case last night. My group gave mister asshat bartender any reason to be rude to us. 2:00 came around pretty quickly, cause time flies when you're having fun. We closed out without giving grumpy mcgrumpierson a tip, I'm sure he just loved that.

Julia and I decided that we wanted to hit up the Whataburger. It's nearly the only thing open at 2:00 when the bars close and it was right up the street, so that's where we went. My jaw dropped when we pulled into the parking lot. It was...was...how to put this...ghetto central. Every parking spot was taken, there was a line around the building for the drive thru, there were crowds standing outside. Yikes. We grabbed a lucky parking spot and went inside. Our eyes were probably the size of saucers. The place was crazy packed. And we were the minority, in a serious 'dont make eye contact or we are getting our ass' kicked' kind of way. The hats were cocked crazy, nearly every mouth had a grill, girls were teetering around on stiletto heels and pulling their spandex dress/shirts down to keep their bubble butts covered. There was actually a police officer there..you know..to keep everyone in line. It took us probably a good 45 minutes to get our food and then we were freakin' out of there.

Back to Brittany and Laurens apartment to wrap up the evening. Julia was staying with them so the ending drama of the evening was to get all the other company to LEAVE so they could go to bed. Of course, they didn't mean me, I was eating my burger and then going home. But there were some hanger-ons..lol. Some that didn't want the party to end..they wanted to party like it was 1999..literally. When it was time for me to go, Julia walked me out. We were hurrying down the steps and we were almost at the bottom...my evening was almost over...and on the second to last step I lost my footing and down I went. I'm so lucky I didn't smack my face into the glass door..THAT would have been awful. We sat there at the bottom of the stairs laughing so hard we couldn't even talk. My knees were screamin', but otherwise I was ok. I'm just glad it was only me and her to witness that because I was wearing a short skirt and Lord only knows how much of my business I showed on the way down.

I was never so happy to crawl in bed next to my husband, at 3:15 AM. I can't say that was the craziest evening I've ever had with Julia, but it's certainly on the list as one of the most memorable.