In which there’s trailer trash food, tequila, and chocolate cake.

Yesterday was Baby Girl’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!!!

After work I met her and her hubby at the Dead Cock. There were shots of tequila. Then more shots. There were two dudes there who were also celebrating their birthdays. Some time went by.

We went to her house and she fed me noodles – she makes this fucked-up trailer trash homemade Spaghetti-Oh’s thing out of elbow macaroni and tomato soup and it’s really fucking good and I hate her for it – and then we had some of her amazingly delicious birthday cake, a Chocolate Decadence her MIL had made for her.

Then we went back to the bar. There was way more tequila. There was singing and dancing and drinking! Then the birthday girl suddenly hit her wall – I think she’d had about 8 shots by then – and we all went home.

I woke up feeling much better than I should have, considering how much I drank.