Thelma, Louise and Shakira too

Last night, I went out with a friend that I've known for 20 years. She called Thursday in desperate need of some time away and wanted to head out of town for a couple of days with me. Not being able to swing going away, we settled on going out last night and she dubbed us "Thelma and Louise".

We started our night with a yummy shot and a thought of who we would have to kill in order to start our night off in true T&L style. Fortunately for the white-haired jogger, we swatted the fly instead. We also decided that we always hated the end of that movie and I vowed to not drive the car over a cliff at the end of the night.

We did, however, debate just driving and never stopping, and figured that between both ipods, we had a good 7 or 8 days of straight music. That could get us far.
We went to a pub, instead, where they were holding a "Name that Tune" game and we named our team, you-guessed-it, Thelma and Louise. The young guy who hosts the show is one of the construction dudes that her husband has working with him. His name is Justin, but you can refer to him as our J.D. (think Brad Pitt) for these purposes. (think easy to look at, for these purposes.)



Admittedly, he kinda favoured us a bit and we made the rise from 6th place to 3rd place after the first round. Guessing Funky Cool Medina instead of Wild Thing and not knowing the Dixie Chicks set us back slightly. Eye of the Tiger by Survivor put us closer in the third round, but the true point winning of the night went to my awesome "air surfing", which I won, and the "Shake the Booty" contest, with which I kicked some serious ass (no pun intended) and easily earned the name change from Louise to Shakira. ( I owe my new ass-shaking ability to Teri, my personal trainer, who has recently blessed me with a lovely hard ass and the strength to jiggle it. Nobody even came close.)
(The only thing I've ever won in a bar before was a "weird human tricks" contest, when I demonstrated being able to bend my middle finger to the back of my hand. (oh, and I guess I won B.Rube drunk one night, too, whilst singing loud Irish songs, like The Unicorn, at the infamous Blarney Stone.))

Here I am here:

no, really.

With a tie for first, and an extra $25 in our pockets to pay towards our bill, the night was a huge success. And we hadn't even received the life-changing message from the desperate drunk yet. But, for the sake of our slower readers, I'll save that for another post.