Happy Hour is Fun

I went to happy hour for a couple hours tonight. Josh felt bad, so all beers were on him. I had two margaritas instead, and I'm feeling saucy. Unfortunately, it's the end of my night and it's only 9pm. What a buzzkill. The O's were losing to the Yankees when I left the bar, but I was driving, so I had to be somewhat responsible.

If I get a call that some people I know are going to the Knotty Pine (the dive bar that I love), I think I'm heading out. I look too cute to waste the outfit that I put on at 5pm. I was in my nightclothes all morning/day. :)

YB-Hope you're loving the game. I heard Big Nan is also there. If you see her, I hope you spit on her (oops freebird-there's my evil coming out). And yes, if I could spit on someone without them knowing, I'd do it. You wouldn't have to tell me twice!