Roxy and Quicksilver got in Friday evening.  We took them to our favorite sushi restaurant then headed home to hop in the hot tub with beer and Donnie (Don Ramon Tequila for newbies or those who don’t pay attention).  Mmmmm……  Everyone passed out cold, exhausted not long after midnight.

Saturday…
After dropping the kiddos off with their cousins, we headed downtown to check into our hotel and begin the ‘gussying up’.  For the girls anyway…the guys planned on catching a nap and watching some sports TV.

A properly stocked hotel fridge…  Duh (us= lushes)

Show time!  We had 7:00 reservations at our favorite Mexican/Margarita place.  Our hotel was only a couple blocks off the main drag, very near the Coyote Ugly we planned on ending up at after dinner.  Perfect, inadvertent planning on our part.  No problem! -(normally) because there is a free shuttle/bus system that will haul you anywhere you like along the main street in the Downtown area.  Except for this one night everything was shut down to due road work.  Hmm.  Really?!?!?! On a SATURDAY night?!?!?  After walking 800 blocks (ok, I might be exaggerating a tiiiiny bit) and Roxy and I already had blisters forming on our feet from our heels (which are NOT made for hiking!) we tell our guys that this shit isn’t gonna fly.  They save the day, like the true Prince Charmings that they are, and hire a Rickshaw to take us the other 50 (only slightly exaggerating) blocks.  (((our feet)))

So.  Later (finally) at the restaurant.  MARGARITAS!!!

Roxy and Quicksilver

Hmm…what shall we call my friend….Sexy Friend?  Yes….SF.  *grins*

And the creativity flows after the 2nd of the super strong margaritas.

It’s time for shots.  Because I was the birthday girl, I was offered a free sopapilla (snort….she clearly did not know me very well) or a shot (NOW we’re talking!) of Jose Cuervo (oooooooooooooooh HELL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)…  I believe PC took that shot for me.  The shot we DID all do was from a bottle of blah-blah-blah 1960something tequila.  I really should remember this shit.  Mainly bc…it was seriously THE. BEST. SHOT I’ve ever had in my life.  Which for the price…good thing *wink*  Quicksilver said next time he was going to buy an entire bottle.  YUM-MMMMY.  (seriously!!!)

Lime baby…..

Girls next

Alright.  We sucked up enough of our fabulous waitress time.  Time to head out.  Well….so much for hoping the bus system would be back up and running again.  500 blocks later (OuCh….) we’re at Coyote Ugly.  Roxy has to ditch her heels.  Her feet are done.  I’ve luckily drank enough that while my Cole Haans that I *adore* are super comfy and my *favorite perfect black heels*….they have tore my feet up as well.  No matter how well made and comfortable heels are, they were never intended to walk hike hundreds of miles.  Seriously NOT a happy camper with the people responsible for this inconvenience of NOT running the bus system that night.  *grumble grumble*

Yeah um….those silly boys.  Not that we didn’t all know PC loves it up the ass.  *giggle grins*

Ok.  So PC is wearing this shirt that snaps.  My sis couldn’t resist. As fast as he snapped it, she ripped it back open.  Bwahaha…

Go sis, go sis…..

I don’t even remember this picture being taken.  Or what we were doing…doh.

Coyotes

BODY SHOTS!!!

He’s such a slut *wink*

Ok, ok…I am too.  Ha!

SF, Roxy and I

What…he’s sexy!  I said!  (you can totally see him blushing, huh?)

Do a little dance, do a little whatever….get down tonight.

Ok.  So everyone keeps asking- “Who’s the girl?!?!”  Well.  Um.  I have no clue.  *LOL*  She worked in the CU gift store.  She was really loving the music.  Our table we had snagged was near her.  Hell.  Lets party with her.  Right!?

Ok yes.  And then there was some of that.

And some of this….when Danielle joined us.  (the girl is HOT….can’t blame Roxy AT. ALL!)

Oh you know…what’s a night when you don’t get totally inappropriate with the weird/creepy statue in the corner of the room. Pffbtt….

Our waitress.  One word.  Boobs.  Girl had it it going-ON.

Aww…PC and late nights aren’t really on the same page.  He needed to catch his second wind. And sis was sure maybe a tongue in his ear would help!

SF…and he said he wouldn’t dance!

Woooohoooo

Roxy gives my sister a lap dance

SF…  (psst lap dance)

So.  At some point in the night, I ran into the edge of the table.  Not just ‘ran’ into the edge of the table, but like rammed my pelvic bone into it.  It hurt like a fucking son of a bitch at the time but I blew it off.  Until the next morning when I was insanely sore.  And then that evening when I could tell- damn something was up.  Um.  Yeah…I’ve never hurt my pelvic bone like this before.  When something bleeds and becomes black and blue…  Well.  It’s a good sign you’ve done something beyond traumatic to your va-jay-jay
*cringe- ouch*
I mean don’t act too horrible surprised.  This is the same person who has cut themselves on a butter knife and burnt their stomach while cooking cupcakes.  Lord…… (and no, don’t be expecting pics of *that*)

Ta-da!

THE END!

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Have a fabulous Tuesday!

~ xo

Vixen

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