My Night Out

Last Friday my aunt took her friend out to supper for her birthday and then they headed to our local bar where they wanted me to join up with them. My aunt and I are rarely up to partyin hard but tonight was the exception. E is very understanding and kept tellin me to go. We had friends come over to hang out and after I got JD down to bed I pulled out. I was told later I peeled the tires goin out the drive but I did not, even though I felt like it. With everything in me I wanted to, but I restrained myself. I got to Mary's at 9 p.m. (my usual bedtime) and decided to see how wound up my aunt and her friend were before I got in the groove. They were wound tighter'n Dicks hatband! Dancin, singin and playin pool. My aunt refused to hear that I didn't want any shots. She bought me two and, not wantin to waste good Tequila Rose, I savored them all the way down. I got into the swing of things-even had enough Bud in me to win a couple games of pool. At midnight we left. My aunt's friend didn't enjoy her ride home as we found out later-all the gory, chunky details. I'll spare you. When my aunt and I got home we still wanted to party and wouldn't you know, we walked into the garage and found our hubbies still hangin out too. They really got a kick outta seein the both of us feelin good. We told them to just be glad we didn't do it very often.

Bloody Mary'd Buster

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Yesterday, as usual, we were outside all day. We had planned to grill ribeyes with my aunt and uncle when they got back from lookin/buyin a new truck up towards Manhattan. My aunt was in rare form and was wanting bloody mary's. She rarely drinks but last night was the exception. So, her and I ran to the store to get the necesary items and mixed up some real nice tasting b.m's. We didn't realize that the mix we bought had enough tabasco already in it before we made them. Her tongue was on fire and my upper lip was an inferno. But dang! It was good! I didn't think it was too hot but I did want a cracker about ten minutes into the drink! JD woke up and when I went to get him Buster and Dixie were running manically around the yard, through the chairs, around the fire pit and knocked over my drink. Buster, being the lush that he is, started lapping it up. When he was done he had mud, grass and drool hanging from his mouth. Here's the picture detail in chronological order:
This is about 5 minutes after he drank the bloody mary. He looks like he's in the stage where he's relaxed and enjoyin life.

Then it looks as if he's gettin a little sleepy and decides to rest his weary head. Or maybe he has the spins.

Personally, I think he had the head spins. He didn't care where he was, he was goin to fall asleep!

He must have felt really tired and uncomfortable because the blanket looked better than the rock felt.

And wouldn't you know! Dixie came over, all giddy and playful.

He couldn't resist her! He got up slowly and boxed her with a right paw then tried to pin her with a left.

'Now that's it! No more! I'm tired!'

Dixie apparently didn't understand.

So he took off after her full bore and the fight was on!

So much for a good Saturday afternoon nap!!