Kangatopia

I never, at least knowingly, drink gin.  Har, har.  I did, however, start the night off with a very expensive Long Island Tea, and then moved on to beer at the hockey game.  By the second period, speech was slurred and tears were falling.  It was messy.

And the Stars fucking lost.  The first game (#5) I’ve been to this season in which they did not pull out a win.  So, there I was with Shep – drunk and bummed.  Shep wasn’t drinking.  The word, pathetic, might be occurring to some of you just now.  Shep assured me though that it was kinda fun to watch me act like an idiot.

Such as when I ran from the American Airlines Center to avoid being inside when the final buzzer rang and made the Stars loss official.  I ran like a barely coordinated 3 year old (actually, Winston is way more graceful than I was last night) to non-AAC property while Shep walked swiftly behind me loudly announcing the drunk girl, and warning un-wary passers by to save themselves.

As for Shep and me, the drama is still unfolding.